So here comes the incredibly short, epilogue-like, final installment of Blaise's story! This doesn't pick up directly from when the first chapter ended - it picks from around 4 years from Jeremy's unorthodox proposal.
Quadrophenia73: I'm so glad that you liked it! I originally thought Blaise was weird and stuff, but then I realized that she was a good person that deserves to be loved as well. Thanks for reading! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Cause of Death. It belongs to Electronic Arts.
Chapter Two: Hold Me, When I Smile
A sharp, piercing wail broke the serenity that was resting upon the Redbird household. Blaise, who had been restlessly tossing around, wordlessly rose from the bed and padded towards the nursery.
Little Amelia Redbird was wailing merrily away in her tiny white crib, throwing clenched fists against the railings. Blaise took in the sight and chuckled. Her daughter took after her more than she ever imagined. Leaning down, she scoped the screeching infant into her arms, and softly sang a lullaby. Singing had never been her forte, but she would do anything for their child.
As she cradled the neonate in her arms, she couldn't suppress a smile that adorned her lips and brightened her face. She never expected that replying in the affirmative to Jeremy's question would result in this - something that she never thought she'd wanted.
He gave her a family. A home.
And most of all, love.
As cliched as this sounded, she never expected him to stay with her after what she told him.
She was fire, a red-hot blaze that couldn't be touched. Yet, this bird with scorching red wings was brave enough to venture, to attempt to be near the flaming phenomenon that was too spectacular to be belonging to Earth. The bird showed the fire how to glow without hurting others, without further stabbing into her heart.
The infant in her arms fussed, and she felt yet another fuzzy feeling coursing through her veins.
"Aww, look at you, Amelia," Blaise cooed, gingerly nuzzling the fussing baby's nose. Amelia aimed a minuscule punch at her mother's arm, making her chuckle softly.
"Oh, now you're punching mommy? You're so not joining the boxing club in high school," an amused voice piped up behind the loving mother and daughter.
Turning her head around slightly, her face brightened more, if that was even possible. "When did you wake up?" Blaise asked over her shoulder.
"About a minute ago," Jeremy replied. "Can't sleep, or calming down Millie?"
Sometimes, it freaked her out to know how much he cared for her and knew her.
She shrugged. "Both, I guess."
He sighed, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist from behind, softly caressing the stretch marks covered by the tank top she was wearing. "You're okay, Blaise. We all are. Don't worry too much."
Blaise let out a small laugh, then held baby Amelia higher up so she was face-to-face with her father. A goofy smile appeared on her face when her forehead slightly bumped against Jeremy's, and Jeremy pulled back and winced.
"Millie, your head is really hard," he mumbled, detaching an arm from Blaise's waist to rub his hand against his throbbing forehead.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "I think she punched me, Redbird."
"I saw that," he smirked. "That's why she's not joining the boxing club. I'm not going to take that back, love."
Blaise let out a soft laugh, and leaned back to rest her back against Jeremy's chest. She owed him everything - her heart, her life, even her existence. This rookie stole her heart, showed her how to love and overcome obstacles in her past, and got freaking stabbed while attempting to distract The Ghost, just to save her and Mal and Natara. He was the best thing ever happened to her.
If she was given a chance to rewrite history and change things in her past, she wouldn't change anything. She wouldn't want anything to change, for her difficult past gave her the chance to meet Jeremy Redbird, her husband, best friend and partner.
He had been there to catch her when she fell; and now, he was there to hold her when she smiled.
And she wouldn't change it for the world.