#ehw

Inside Her Room perhaps, time just stops

[EHW] - rp group

Sometimes Jacobstill felt detached from that little boy. As if Isaac was a member oftheir family, yes… but not his own. It wasn’t that Jacob didn’tlove him. He did. With all his being. And maybe that was exactly whyit still felt so wrong to him.

This little boy haddone nothing but been born – and with the moment Jacob had held himfor the first time, he loved him. It was unconditional, pure. It wasdeeper than they will he had felt to protect his brothers, hissister, and then Sara. There would be no hesitation to turn up earthand hell and heavens in order to protect this little one in Jacob.

He had neverexpected for something like this to be possible. Well, neither had heever expected to be a father.

Reaching up, Jacob’sthumb caressed over Sara’s arm, before he slightly lifted it toreturn a kiss to the inside of her wrist. She had made all of thispossible. Jacob hummed, amused by her jab, though his opinion was adifferent one.

“At the moment itis still your stubbornness. He knows how to act to bend me to hiswill - doesn’t that sound familiar to ya?”

Isaac must havenoticed that they were watching him, because he suddenly looked upfrom the stuffed toy, reddish blond curls falling into his facebefore he smiled sweetly. One vague clap onhis knee from Jacob was enough for the toddler to scramble to hisfeet quickly and hop over to his parents. Jacob grabbed theboy and lifted him onto his knee, holding his back to ensure Isaacwouldn’t simply fall off in his current excitement, holding up thestuffed animal for his parents to look at.   Before Sara couldreturn the boy’s sweetness though, Jacob raised his eyebrows.

“Not scared I willbite the rabbit’s ears off?”

An amused glint inhis eyes and a grin on his face, that Jacob would have never noticedhimself, he growled lowly before putting his teeth around the plushrabbit’s ear. Just gently.

“No, Daddy! Don’t!”,Isaac giggled as he protested the ‘threat’ and quickly pulled thetoy back to press it against his chest.

“I will get youboth then!”, his father replied and let the hand on Isaac’s backslip back so the boy would fall a bit – before being caught byJacob’s hand again as he bowed forward to make more of thoseplayful growls at his son.

The result was acheerful squeal as Isaac still held onto the rabbit and laughed inhis father’s arms, trying to escape Jacob’s prickling beard. Hewas innocent. And sweet. And he was safe here – Jacob would neverallow anything to hurt this little boy… his weak spot.

If anyone ever asks you “What is it about Evelyne Brochu?” just show them this gif. It sums her up perfectly.

Aka her ability to go from smoldering-bedroom-eyes-that-could-be-weaponized to adorkable-Canadian-giggle-puppy-of-joy in 4.5 milliseconds.

Bonus:

“Is that’s it? I thought you have much more things to unpack. It looks like my baggage for one-week trip would be much larger than this. Do you have any decoration? Are you planning to decorate the flat at all cuz that’s too... DYAD looking?” – Cosima grinned.

“I have everything I need in the apartment so there is no need to carry old stuff. And no, I don’t have any decoration” – Delphine replied frowning.

“Hey, are you… are you okay?”

“Yeah-yeah, I’m just… hmmm… tired. I am fine. Relax”

Cosima looked worried – Delphine have never been this quiet before. But there is no way she could make her speak until Delphine decides to tell her what is going on. The smaller woman slowly approached with an intention to hug her even though she saw Delphine was not in the mood for that. At first Delphine’s body was straight as an arrow and tense as a bundle of nerves. She didn’t even respond to the hug in a proper way but Cosima wasn’t going to let her go and she squeezed the Blonde even tighter because she wanted her pain to go away no matter what is that about.

Cosima read somewhere that hugging and slightly swinging someone at the same time might relax the person because of some psychological patterns from childhood and thanks to the anonymous author this actually worked but not in the way that Cosima expected.

Suddenly she felt the Blonde’s shoulders started to uncontrollably shake. Only after she heard quiet weeping she realized that Delphine was crying. Her grip became firmer as she was trying to hold onto Cosima like a drowning man desperately catching at a straw. The brunette felt so useless. She didn’t know what to do so she just was standing there caressing Delphine in a way saying “I am here. I won’t leave you” and letting the pain flow through her and out.

“I am sorry. Family issues you know. Oh merde! I am such a mess” – Delphine whispered after she could finally breathe calmly.

“No-no it is okay. You need anything? Anything really?” – Cosima replied trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

“Let’s just watch something ridiculous and just lay here, d’accord?”

Cosima realized that it is really serious when Del ignored her favorite “Don’t stop me now” scene from “Shaun of the dead”.

After couple hours of cuddling Cosima fell asleep. It was 2 a.m. when Delphine unintentionally woke her up by pressing her head to Cosima’s so that her warm breathing tickled brunette’s neck.

“Del, are you awake?” – she whispered tenderly.

“Yes, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”

“Well I am not scared – just awake” – Cosima tried to make her smile

“That’s not what I meant. I am sorry for my hysteric. I am not usually like that”

“Hey, stop saying you are sorry. You talk to me?” – said the smaller women trying to make her as comfortable as possible holding Blonde’s hands in hers.

“Please don’t say anything until I stop, okay?”

“I promise”

“Today is 20 years’ anniversary of my father’s death. It was a car accident but my father chose to turn the wheel in the way that put him in danger and in order to save me.  And this…” – Delphine said trying to hide the scar on the right side of her chest – “The metal pipe from the car stuck into my body deep enough to prevent me from moving but not enough to kill”.

Cosima slowly draw circles on Delphine’s shoulder using only top of her fingers watching as the Blond were turning her face away to avoid looking at Cosima – it was easier to control herself that way – but every inch of her body was pressed tightly to Cosima’s. That was vital. Delphine felt like she was going to fall apart as soon as they are divided. She needed the smaller woman tonight. Tonight she was the weak one.

“There were this two minutes of clarity before the agony started. Papa was trying to express his last will. He asked to forgive and love my mother despite her inability to love me back. This bitch was cheating on him from the very first year of their marriage. But he loved her too much. I guess he also knew that she is not really into the idea of having a daughter - her potential lovers could count her age. The bitch is too French to let a man see her standing one foot in the grave already. So my father made a deposit - his lawyer should’ve use it to pay in advance for my education in the boarding school if something bad happen to papa.  Probably he realized that I wouldn’t be able to live with that woman because she wasn’t the one who raised me. He was” – Delphine smirked.  “It looks like I have not only my mother’s face but also this freaking lying nature” – Delphine thought sadly. Every girl sooner or later becomes more or less the same as her mother. But Delphine couldn’t stand this woman too much and being her copy causes only extreme self-hatred and disgust.

“He wanted me to be strong” – Delphine continued – “His last words were to save our tree house. I visit it every time I am in Lille” – she whimpered – “But today my mother asked locals to tear it down because she wants to build a gazebo”  - Blonde said with abomination - “So basically it means I failed everything” – Delphine whispered choking down the tears. Her voice broke and she looked painfully defenseless.

“Love, I am so sorry” – the brunette said pressing her face to Delphine’s in order to look her right in that beautiful hazel eyes and dryed her tears with a warm kiss – “It is not your fault. There was nothing you could do. It is just… What I am trying to say that I am sure your father knows that you tried hard enough and he is proud of you”. The brunette has never thought that this powerful woman has her own deep drama. Cosima felt ashamed of being egocentric and selfish all the way through. Her lips became salty from both women’ tears.

“I don’t really believe in heaven and hell, Cosima”

“I don’t mean that. I just think that the energy, the soul never slips away actually. So maybe after death we reunite with the people we love. And maybe there is nothing but acceptance…forgiveness…”.

Delphine never said anything back. She didn’t have to. It was obvious from the way she flung her arms round Cosima’s torso that she doesn’t feel better but she is grateful that Cosima is here to share this sorrow with her.

–//–

“Wakie-wakie, sunshine” – Cosima exclaimed cheerfully opening the drapes. It was definitely too bright outside and the penthouse glass wall makes it even more uncomfortable as it is. Delphine mumbled trying very hard to open her eyes and wake up. She could feel Cosima’s dreadlocks smell cinnamon and coffee.

“Did she make a breakfast? Did SHE make a breakfast?” - was the first thing that came to Delphine’s mind this morning.

That was weird. Delphine’s been the one who gets up earlier to make a breakfast and wake her Cherie up. But damn, being cared this way felt incredible. No one does that to her for such a long time.

“Cosima-ah” – Delphine yawned. This made Cosima’s name sounds even more French than it’s usually pronounced by Delphine with that slight accent on the last syllable.

“I hope you are hungry. I don’t know if you like what I’ve done but if you don’t we could order some pizza instead” – the brunette started to fidget.

“Calm down” – Delphine giggled – “How much coffee and pot you took already?”.

The smaller woman climbed into the bed to join Delphine as she was sitting up in bed between pillows and put her face in her girlfriend’s gorgeous blond curls just inhaling this sweet smell of her tender skin. They would sit like that forever but “I think something is burning, mon amour” – Delphine whispered slowly pressing her lips to Cosima’s collarbone.

“Oh fuck!” – Cosima completely forgot about the oven. Ordering pizza seems to be the only way to keep this place in one peace.

Food was everywhere. This kitchen looked like there was an emergency preparation for a huge wedding of gnomes. Surprisingly Delphine took this mess very calmly probably because of “Don’t kill me” look on Cosima’s face that made the Blonde laugh so hard and loud she made Cosima jump up. 

Delphine usually don’t do that for some reason but she couldn’t resist capturing their laughing faces with a huge mess and a fire behind them.