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French Charm by elegantphoenix
Chapter 8 : Epilogue
 
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There was just something about the ocean that always pulled her in on the last day of summer before she went back to her waitressing gig at a restaurant in London, and her empty flat. Well, it wasn't really empty. She still had her cat, Lou, to keep her company.

It had been a few, long months since the complete disaster of a wedding that had been held in her grandmother's garden; months since she'd seen or heard from Victoire, or from Teddy but it felt like it had been longer. It felt like it had been an eternity. Every time his name was brought up, which wasn't often, her heart clenched painfully.

It was safe to say that she missed him, just never around her parents.

"He's not coming back, is he?" She would always ask Louis after she would break down and cry every so often for hours in her bathroom.

Louis would sit on the other side of the door and sigh. "Even if he did, Dom," he would say, "he wouldn't be welcome here. Not after the scene that Victoire staged at the wedding in front of everyone."

Dom would swallow hard against the tears threatening to spill over and send her into yet another painful break down. She wanted to shout out that Teddy was innocent, but they both knew that, although her motives had been vicious, Vicky had been right to some extent.

Teddy had cheated on her, and with the sister of his bride-to-be no less. How had that even happened? How could she be so stupid, so selfish?

Dom shut her eyes tight and pulled her legs to her chest, her nails digging into her bare shins.

She couldn't help the way that she'd been feeling lately. Her sister's malignant plan had brought her down with Teddy, just as she had wanted from the start. Merlin knows if she'd ever wanted him in the first place, or if she'd just been dangling him in her face all this time, frigidly flaunting the fact that she had what Dom wanted.

Gradually, Dom started to cry. She hated this feeling of weakness, of her heart being ripped out of her chest, of crying so hard that it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

She'd never felt so... broken.

"You should have told him," someone said suddenly, and Dom's eyes opened again. Standing next to her was Louis, with his hands in the pockets of his shorts as he stared out at the dark ocean.

Dom wiped at her nose with her sleeve, sniffling. "What are you talking about?"

He looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he dropped down onto the sand next to her, digging his toes into the grainy mixture of sand and sea shells. "Come on, Dom. You know exactly what I'm talking about,"

She sniffled in response, pulling her legs closer to her body, if possible. However, no matter how close she tried to pull them, she couldn't fight the feel of the bump growing on her abdomen. "It wouldn't have made any difference, Louis," replied Dom. "He didn't want to be with me."

"It would have made all the difference in the world, Dom! Aren't you the one that told me that he tried to tell you he loved you before the wedding?" Louis pointed out, and Dom looked down.

"His love was misdirected," she murmured. "He really loved Victoire. I was just in the way of that -"

"Who are you trying to convince here?" Louis asked, his eyebrows pulling together. "Me? Or you? 'Cause it sounds like you're just making up excuses to make Victoire look like a fucking saint!" He laughed. "You are carrying his baby, Dom. Telling him that, even after the wedding fiasco, would have changed the outcome of all this chaos drastically."

Dom looked up at the ocean and sighed. She shook her head. "I appreciate that you're trying to help me feel better, Louis," she replied, pushing herself to her feet, "but it's too late for that."

"It's never too late to make things right, Dom," Louis told her. "Remember that."

"I have to go," Dom explained, turning away from her brother as she swallowed hard, swallowing back the tears again. She'd shed too many tears for him already. This had to end, but she knew it couldn't.

Not while she had his child growing inside of her.

"See you for Christmas," Louis said, waving as Dom started to head back up the hill to Apolline's chateau. The only light on was on the second floor where her grandmother's study was located.

Dom crossed the dark and empty kitchen and headed up the staircase, before following the dimly lit corridor to the third door on the right. She pushed the door open slowly, peering inside. "Dad - oh," she said when she found Fleur sitting in an armchair across the room cradling a glass of wine in her hands. "Hey mum, where's dad?"

"Out," Fleur replied, waving a hand dismissively as she took a sip from the glass.

"And Vicky?"

"With her new boyfriend, I suppose," she explained, swaying a bit in her chair. "I can't believe she almost married that horrid Ted Lupin. I thought he was a sweet boy, you know. He'd always been very keen on Victoire, always did nice things for her. But this... I never could have expected this from him." Dom crossed the room to her, and took the glass from her hand. "What are you doing? Give that back!"

"Mum, I think you've had enough," Dom told her, setting the glass down on her late grandfather's desk. She picked up the empty bottle on the desk pointedly. "Since when do you drink, anyway?"

"Ever since the wedding of Victoire's dreams came crashing down on all of us," Fleur moaned, staring at her unfinished glass of wine longingly. Dom stepped infront of it so that it was out of her line of sight.

"It's time to find a new outlet for your pain, yeah?"

"But -"

Dom walked over to her mum and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm leaving now," She told her. "Try and get some rest for me, okay?" She started to walk away, toward the door.

"Dominique?" Fleur called out weakly.

"Yes, mum?" Dom asked, turning back to face her. Fleur pushed her hair out of her face, shifting in her chair.

"How long did you know about Victoire's being pregnant?"

Dom could only blink.

The word burned in her ears.

"W-what?"

"I know you weren't the best of friends, but you were still sisters," Fleur explained. "If Victoire was going to tell anyone, it would've been you."

That doesn't mean anything, Dom thought. We still betrayed eachother's trust.

Finally Dom shook her head. "She never told me," she lied, before turning and leaving the study swiftly. In the corridor, she ran into Louis. She shoved the empty bottle into his hands. "Please make sure that she doesn't keep this up while I'm gone,"

Louis just stared at the bottle in his hands as Dom walked past him and pushed open the doors to her bedroom. Her bags stood at the foot of her bed already packed and ready to go. She grabbed them and turned on her heel, about to disapparate but noticing her brother standing on the threshold to her room, watching her.

"What about dad? And Apolline?" Louis asked.

"Tell dad that I said goodbye," she replied, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder, "and tell our grandmother that I'm sorry for ruining everything." Louis nodded.

"Don't forget what I told you," he reminded her.

She sighed. "I won't," Dom told him, before turning on her heel and disapparating on the spot with a loud crack. Louis exhaled deeply, looking around the empty room in front of him, before reaching forward and shutting the doors.

*

Dom appeared in the corridor outside of her flat a few seconds later. She dropped her things with impact, still not entirely accustomed to traveling that way. She nudged them along with her foot until they were against her door, and then pulled out her key from the pocket in her sweater and opening it, revealing the small foyer behind it. Dom kicked her bags inside and then shut the door behind her, flicking on the light and hanging her keys up on the hook by the coat rack. When she looked around, her heart all but stopped.

Ted Lupin was sitting on her couch.

Nervously, she took a few steps forward and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she tried to come to grips with the fact that what she was seeing was real. "T-Teddy? Why are you - what are you doing here, of all places? And how did you get in?"

"The fire escape," He glanced at the open window in the little kitchen area to her right.

"Alright," Dom replied, accepting that. "You still didn't answer the first question, though." Teddy was shaking his head.

"I don't know what I'm doing here Dom," he admitted, standing up and shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "I guess I just figured that, even after everything that had happened, something kept me thinking about you. Like this is where I'm supposed to be,"

Dom looked away, rubbing her arms. "But you left me," she reminded him, "right after Victoire left you."

"That was really shitty of me, I know, it's just," Teddy swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was overwhelmed. I didn't know how to feel about anything, or anyone, especially after Victoire's performance. I kept thinking 'what if she really knows', so I figured that it would be better for me, if I distanced myself from you," he shook his head, laughing, "but that only made things worse,"

"Well, it wasn't exactly easy for me, either," Dom said before she could stop herself, laughing along with him. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

He studied her for a moment. "Really?"

Dom fidgeted with her sleeves, pulling them down further over her hands and tucking her hair behind her ear. "Yes really," she replied quietly, her eyes averted. Her hand flitted across her abdomen. Her eyes started to sting with fresh tears. This couldn't be happening. Not now.

"Dom, I -" Teddy began, before pausing and taking a deep, shaky breath. "There's something that I've needed to tell you for a long time." Dom looked up at him through her eyelashes curiously.

"Really?" She asked.

He smiled, closing the space between them. "Yeah, I - I shouldn't have left you there, even if I'd been totally freaked out by everything that had gone down on my wedding day. I shouldn't have gone through with it in the first place, Dom," he shook his head. "I shouldn't have because I was never in love with Victoire. I was in love with -"

Dom's mouth went dry. She shook her head. This was all too much.

"Teddy, please don't -" she tried to say.

"Why do you always stop me before I can say it? I really feel this way about you and all you can do is contradict it, reject it like something material? Why?" He looked hurt. She looked down.

She gazed up at him again, searching his eyes. They were completely sincere, and a little upset by her reaction. Her hand was now pressed against her abdomen, clutching at it desperately. It was calling out to her, telling her to tell him. "Just... wait until you hear what I have to say."

"Alright, fair enough," he agreed. He leaned back, waiting patiently for her to continue.

"Well, I know that a lot has been thrown onto your plate lately, so much that it overwhelmed you to the point of running away from it all," Dom said. "I don't want to add to that but I feel like this is something you need to know." She took his face inbetween her hands and leaned in to kiss him gently, showing him that she did care about him. Then she pulled away, exhaling as they pressed their foreheads together. Her eyes remained closed. "I'm pregnant, Teddy."

The word stung as it rolled off of her tongue, finally making it reality. She was pregnant, she had told him, and there wasn't much she could do now except wait. It was silent for a long minute.

She felt his hand on her cheek. "Open your eyes, Dom," he told her softly. "It's alright."

Slowly, she obliged.

Teddy smiled at her as he wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Dom explained. "I didn't think it would make much of a difference, and I thought that it was too late since you'd disappeared, possibly for good."

"I'd never intended to disappear for good," Teddy admitted. "Not when I had such a beautiful girl waiting, day and night, on my return."

"How do you -"

He replied evenly, "Louis."

"Ah," she laughed, "well that explains it then." Teddy smiled, kissing her and breathing her in. She smelled like fresh rain and lavendar. It was different, but it suited her.

"Indeed it does," he sighed. He kissed her again. "I love you," whispered Teddy against her lips.

Dom pulled away an inch or two, biting her lip and caressing his cheek. "I love you, too," she told him as he picked her up, honeymoon style and carried her down the corridor and to the bedroom.





Disclaimer I don't own a thing (except the plot and OC's, of course).

Author's Note So, how was that for a proper ending? The story is officially over now, but I'm thinking about following it up with a one-shot. Would you like that? Hm... Well, that's about it. General feedback/comments/concerns/suggestions/questions are welcome and appreciated as always. Thanks so much for taking the time to read! :)

Best,
Nadhira


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