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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
3,197
Reviews:
69
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Bliss Taylor Grant Part 2
Chapter 7 – Bliss Taylor Grant Part 2
“It’s a girl!” the doctor shouted, holding up the crying child for the world to see. Kaori’s head hit the pillow, her body hating her for the abuse, but a warm point in her belly thanking her for the gift she has given the world. She was exhausted, and she felt lost, and the pain suddenly started to ease even as turmoil broke out in the room once more.
“She’s hemorrhaging,” a nurse was screaming, pushing woven cloth at the girl’s broken body, the doctor abandoning the baby to another nurse and rushing up to the girl. “She won’t stop bleeding.”
“Sir, you have to leave.”
“That’s my baby bleeding there!”
“Mom, I want her name to be Bliss.”
“Kaori, hold on!”
~*~
Shai and Yuki stared through the window looking in at all of the whining children that cried at the sight of their fingers, cried at the sight of the nurses, cried at everything. In the center of it all was a young delicate thing, with a thick head of black hair and eyes as blue as the skies.
“Are you worried?”
“About Kaori?”
“Of course,” Shai said, her fingers running over the glass. Shu looked through the glass and made a face at the children, which Shai quietly reprimanded him for.
Yuki shrugged, though her stomach admitted the truth to her. “Who would have thought her body would be so weak,” Yuki muttered. “She’s always so strong.”
“I’m sure she will be all right,” Shai told her friend, reaching out and gently squeezing the tips of Yuki’s fingers.
“I…” Yuki could only picture the awful drawings she had done lately of her sister, and the hatred she had felt when on Yuki’s homecoming a seven month pregnant sister had also shown up on the door, as if waiting. She was worried, frightened, and at the same time sickened with herself because she did not care how her sister came through, or if she did. She did not even want to be standing there, staring at the cause of it all, her niece, pure blood her niece. The blood of the two Oshidori siblings laying there in a crib, innocent and not in the lease deformed, and Yuki was infuriated.
“Shukufuku, stop banging on the glass this instant,” Shai snapped at her son, reaching down and snatching him into her arms. She turned her child towards the window and forced him to look towards little Bliss Taylor Grant, the last name of Kaori’s husband, though not the baby’s father.
“Ick,” Shu said stubbornly, looking over at the children and turning his nose up. “Ugly.”
“Ugly…” Yuki agreed, leaning her head against the glass and ignoring the pressure in her head. Instead she leaned back up and smiled over at Shai widely and said, “At least if you adopt her, and she falls in love with her brother, it won’t really be her brother.”
Shai’s mouth fell open, completely astounded that those words just came from Yuki’s lips. “You are bad,” she hissed not unkindly.
Yuki could only smile. It was what she did when her heart was answered with every beat of uncertainty.
“Yuki, Shai.” The two girls turned to face Mr. Oshidori, who looked drained and white. For a moment they both felt weak, sure of what he was going to say next as he came closer to them, shaking his head sadly. Instead, he said, “She’s stable, but they are still uncertain.”
Neither girl knew what to say. Mr. Oshidori was father, adult, and the most dependent on the life of his daughter. He had rushed into the room angry when he learned of Bliss’s untold fate, and then he was only rushed into Kaori’s possible death, and then once more rushed away from his daughter. For two months the harder he tried to learn about his daughter, the things about her that she would reveal, the more she pulled away and made it clear to them that this was just a home for her until she returned to Canada, to her husband.
“Your mother won’t leave Kaori’s side,” Mr. Oshidori told his youngest child. “She’s afraid she is losing her family, and now that Kaori came back… she doesn’t want to lose her again.”
“What do you think is going to happen when she recovers, Dad?” Yuki sniffed. “Do you think she is going to bunker down with us and Bliss, all wrapped in one cozy little house? What if Nakago comes-”
“Don’t ever mention that name again,” Mr. Oshidori snapped with venom that had Shai and Yuki taking a step back. “Our son no longer exists.”
“But he does,” Shai said in her calm, cold, mood. She looked towards the glass, the barrier between the newbies to the world and the people who had been weathered by the wears of the world. In the center, perfectly still and sleeping, her hair black as night, her eyes primly closed, was the proof of Nakago’s existence. “If you want to erase Nakago, but accept Bliss, how will you ever be able to raise her? Kaori has no intention of being that little girl’s mother. She is abandoning her, you know very well Kaori is going to leave this child behind. Yet, will you be able to love Bliss with all of your heart because this is the spawn of your daughter and you son. Bliss did not choose to come into this world, but she deserves some place where she will be treated as the perfect child. She deserves to be loved for who she is, not the blood spurning in her veins.” Shai turned to Mr. Oshidori and her eyes were frighteningly old for the next few moments, enough to show both Oshidoris what she had learned in that last two years. “Can you love Bliss for who she is, or will you hate her for what she is, Mr. Oshidori? You should have the answer before you decide what is best for this child.”
Mr. Oshidori turned and looked at his granddaughter, truly looked at her. He looked at the tiny fists, the small mouth and nearly non-existent nose. He looked at her in awe of all of the small creations she truly was, and at the same time he could not help tearing his eyes away and not wanting to look. “No,” he honestly said. “Not knowing it is his daughter, and if… if Kaori does not make it…”
“Bliss will be even more of a burden, for being the cause of the death of your daughter.”
In that moment Shai had won, even if Mr. Oshidori just turned and walked away. It was a triumph towards adulthood for Shai. However, this would make her the mother of not one, but two children.
“Blessing (Shukufuku) and Bliss,” Yuki said with a small smile, looking to her friend in awe, which her best friend did not even notice. “I guess it was meant to be.”
Shai gave her friend a wary smile, holding her son close. “I guess so.”
“It’s a girl!” the doctor shouted, holding up the crying child for the world to see. Kaori’s head hit the pillow, her body hating her for the abuse, but a warm point in her belly thanking her for the gift she has given the world. She was exhausted, and she felt lost, and the pain suddenly started to ease even as turmoil broke out in the room once more.
“She’s hemorrhaging,” a nurse was screaming, pushing woven cloth at the girl’s broken body, the doctor abandoning the baby to another nurse and rushing up to the girl. “She won’t stop bleeding.”
“Sir, you have to leave.”
“That’s my baby bleeding there!”
“Mom, I want her name to be Bliss.”
“Kaori, hold on!”
Shai and Yuki stared through the window looking in at all of the whining children that cried at the sight of their fingers, cried at the sight of the nurses, cried at everything. In the center of it all was a young delicate thing, with a thick head of black hair and eyes as blue as the skies.
“Are you worried?”
“About Kaori?”
“Of course,” Shai said, her fingers running over the glass. Shu looked through the glass and made a face at the children, which Shai quietly reprimanded him for.
Yuki shrugged, though her stomach admitted the truth to her. “Who would have thought her body would be so weak,” Yuki muttered. “She’s always so strong.”
“I’m sure she will be all right,” Shai told her friend, reaching out and gently squeezing the tips of Yuki’s fingers.
“I…” Yuki could only picture the awful drawings she had done lately of her sister, and the hatred she had felt when on Yuki’s homecoming a seven month pregnant sister had also shown up on the door, as if waiting. She was worried, frightened, and at the same time sickened with herself because she did not care how her sister came through, or if she did. She did not even want to be standing there, staring at the cause of it all, her niece, pure blood her niece. The blood of the two Oshidori siblings laying there in a crib, innocent and not in the lease deformed, and Yuki was infuriated.
“Shukufuku, stop banging on the glass this instant,” Shai snapped at her son, reaching down and snatching him into her arms. She turned her child towards the window and forced him to look towards little Bliss Taylor Grant, the last name of Kaori’s husband, though not the baby’s father.
“Ick,” Shu said stubbornly, looking over at the children and turning his nose up. “Ugly.”
“Ugly…” Yuki agreed, leaning her head against the glass and ignoring the pressure in her head. Instead she leaned back up and smiled over at Shai widely and said, “At least if you adopt her, and she falls in love with her brother, it won’t really be her brother.”
Shai’s mouth fell open, completely astounded that those words just came from Yuki’s lips. “You are bad,” she hissed not unkindly.
Yuki could only smile. It was what she did when her heart was answered with every beat of uncertainty.
“Yuki, Shai.” The two girls turned to face Mr. Oshidori, who looked drained and white. For a moment they both felt weak, sure of what he was going to say next as he came closer to them, shaking his head sadly. Instead, he said, “She’s stable, but they are still uncertain.”
Neither girl knew what to say. Mr. Oshidori was father, adult, and the most dependent on the life of his daughter. He had rushed into the room angry when he learned of Bliss’s untold fate, and then he was only rushed into Kaori’s possible death, and then once more rushed away from his daughter. For two months the harder he tried to learn about his daughter, the things about her that she would reveal, the more she pulled away and made it clear to them that this was just a home for her until she returned to Canada, to her husband.
“Your mother won’t leave Kaori’s side,” Mr. Oshidori told his youngest child. “She’s afraid she is losing her family, and now that Kaori came back… she doesn’t want to lose her again.”
“What do you think is going to happen when she recovers, Dad?” Yuki sniffed. “Do you think she is going to bunker down with us and Bliss, all wrapped in one cozy little house? What if Nakago comes-”
“Don’t ever mention that name again,” Mr. Oshidori snapped with venom that had Shai and Yuki taking a step back. “Our son no longer exists.”
“But he does,” Shai said in her calm, cold, mood. She looked towards the glass, the barrier between the newbies to the world and the people who had been weathered by the wears of the world. In the center, perfectly still and sleeping, her hair black as night, her eyes primly closed, was the proof of Nakago’s existence. “If you want to erase Nakago, but accept Bliss, how will you ever be able to raise her? Kaori has no intention of being that little girl’s mother. She is abandoning her, you know very well Kaori is going to leave this child behind. Yet, will you be able to love Bliss with all of your heart because this is the spawn of your daughter and you son. Bliss did not choose to come into this world, but she deserves some place where she will be treated as the perfect child. She deserves to be loved for who she is, not the blood spurning in her veins.” Shai turned to Mr. Oshidori and her eyes were frighteningly old for the next few moments, enough to show both Oshidoris what she had learned in that last two years. “Can you love Bliss for who she is, or will you hate her for what she is, Mr. Oshidori? You should have the answer before you decide what is best for this child.”
Mr. Oshidori turned and looked at his granddaughter, truly looked at her. He looked at the tiny fists, the small mouth and nearly non-existent nose. He looked at her in awe of all of the small creations she truly was, and at the same time he could not help tearing his eyes away and not wanting to look. “No,” he honestly said. “Not knowing it is his daughter, and if… if Kaori does not make it…”
“Bliss will be even more of a burden, for being the cause of the death of your daughter.”
In that moment Shai had won, even if Mr. Oshidori just turned and walked away. It was a triumph towards adulthood for Shai. However, this would make her the mother of not one, but two children.
“Blessing (Shukufuku) and Bliss,” Yuki said with a small smile, looking to her friend in awe, which her best friend did not even notice. “I guess it was meant to be.”
Shai gave her friend a wary smile, holding her son close. “I guess so.”