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Post by Sorelli on Mar 11, 2008 19:18:27 GMT -5
*She'd been reading a book when the knock came. Curiously, she stood up after setting the book aside, and went over to answer. She wasn't expecting anyone today...
She was surprised to find Philippe there*
"Why, hello! What brings you here today?"
*Something in his expression gave her pause, however. Was something wrong?*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 12, 2008 1:57:29 GMT -5
"We have a problem."
*Philippe entered and began to pace the room*
"Rebecca, Rebecca wants to adopt Jude. As our own son."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 12, 2008 7:12:27 GMT -5
*At his words, she felt something she didn't expect. Something she shouldn't have a right to feel, considering she'd never been in her son's life: possessiveness.*
"She...she does? But, surely your own children are enough?"
*Though Sorelli often was informed of the De Chagny household through the rumor mill, of late she'd been out of touch and didn't know of their childlessness*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 12, 2008 9:21:41 GMT -5
*Philippe looked up at her with a mildly pained expression.*
"We do not have any children. At all."
*He rubbed his forehead, this was not going well. But he had to have her blessing, he could not continue with this charade without it.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 12, 2008 13:09:27 GMT -5
"Oh..."
*In passing, she'd heard of a society couple that couldn't have their own children, but it hadn't registered as being the De Chagnys simply because she'd expected them to find happiness together.*
"I'm sorry, Philippe."
*She swallowed, twiddling her thumbs.*
"I...I shouldn't resist saying yes. I have no right to, seeing as how I was never a real mother to him. Rebecca would be better for him."
*She didn't sound sure of herself*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 12, 2008 13:51:36 GMT -5
*Philippe rubbed his forehead.*
"I am not, asking you to... but..
*He sighed.*
"I told her that the birth mother was dead. I do not know what to say to you, I have been so selfish."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 12, 2008 16:36:26 GMT -5
"Well...in a way you are right. For all that I've done, I may as well be dead to him."
*She laughed, but it was a hollow sound. She shook her head, sighing*
"He deserves better than a memory or something beyond his reach. He deserves someone that can be there for him and take care of him."
*She fought back the sob that threatened*
"Rebecca should be his mother. You have my permission to do what is needed."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 12, 2008 16:39:22 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned at her.*
"But you do not WANT to do that."
*He shook his head.*
"I cannot do something that I know will hurt you."
*He continued, unaware of the deeper meaning his words could take.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 12, 2008 19:56:16 GMT -5
"No, I don't want to, but he'd be better off with an actual mother. I want what's best, and that would be it."
*she stopping wringing her hands*
"It...will hurt, yes. But I would feel better knowing he has what he should. That matters more than the pain of it."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 4:19:08 GMT -5
"Very well, I shall have my lawyer draw up the papers."
*He sighed and rubbed his forehead in an all too familiar gesture.*
"He is... he is wonderful."
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 13, 2008 7:14:14 GMT -5
*She nodded, smiling sadly at him*
"Well, I'd imagine so, as part of him comes from you."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 9:14:12 GMT -5
"And you, you disregard yourself so easily."
*Philippe looked towards the door. He stood go, but he didn't want to leave her like this.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 13, 2008 13:13:31 GMT -5
*An old but never lost feeling resurfaced, and for the first time ever she wished she weren't married...but that avenue had long ago been closed off to her.*
"You always knew how to make me feel better." Some of the sadness in the smile had gone away, leaving it more genuine.
"Go on. Your wife and your son wait for you."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 13:46:05 GMT -5
*Philippe smiled, a little ruefully at her.*
"Yes, they do."
*He left, closing the door behind him, to visit the lawyer and then the doctor.*
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 13, 2008 18:19:36 GMT -5
*Once again, she found herself staring after he'd gone. It always seemed to go that way. This time, however, she could feel something inside her break. The last connection to that part of her life was now away.
The connection to the first man she'd ever loved, and still did. She did not cry. It came close, but she held her resolved all the way home from the opera house. She'd had to be strong before, she could be again. It was for the best*
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