Pie Eleven: Nostalgia

Sliding out of bed, Leopold hurried to his chest of wonders. Lifting up the wooden lid, he rummaged around, pawing this toy and that out of his way until he reached the near bottom where he greedily grabbed for the wood airplane. Its black and white paint gleaming in the morning sun, it flew over the messy landscape of his bedroom. Making the sound of the wind passing over, he snatched his aviator hat before following the airplane out of his room and into the hallway.

In the hallway, he zoomed past the bathroom and into the kitchen where the most delicious smell was wafting its way towards his nose. Momentarily distracted, the plane lost a foot and a half of elevation as he sniffed the air, when he felt a pair of strong hands suddenly swoop him up and throw him into the air.

Leopold’s heart swelled to see his father of all people first thing in the morning, and he shrieked out of delight. Tightly wrapping his arms and legs around him (maybe then he wouldn’t leave and they could all stay together), he laughed with his father.

“Good morning, Leopold.”
“You’re here!” he beamed. “Are you going to stay?”
“Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world. Happy birthday, son.”

He was thrilled to see a beautifully wrapped present with a fat bow magically appear in his father’s free hand, and he eagerly reached for it. Squirming to be let down, he rushed to his mother who was placing plates of cinnamon buns and chocolate waffles and was that a caramel donut???

“Happy birthday, Leopold.” She bent down to kiss him, and he was pleased to find that she smelled just like warm sugar and love. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yup. I had a funny dream.”
“Really? Well then why don’t you go wash your face and hands with Papa, and we can have some breakfast while you tell us your dream. Okay?”

Nodding, he pressed the gift in his mother’s hands before running to his father. She set it down at the end of the table, away from the morning feast so as to preserve the wrapping. Loosening her hair from its bun, she reached around to untie her apron when she was reminded of his hands on her waist and his lips on her neck as he pressed against her as he teased her by pulling on her apron and running his hands up her shirt…

Thank God for her son. If he hadn’t run in at the moment he had, there was no telling what could have happened. Not that she could really be chagrined; they’d done much more the night before, hadn’t they? After Leopold had gone to bed and he had closed up the restaurant, he’d come to her, and she’d been reminded of his bedtime idiosyncrasies like the way he always needed a nightcap of hard, hard liquor to help him sleep, or how he’d always have to sit and count bills (a habit he’d picked up from his college years) or how much she had actually missed… No, not missed. Who could possibly miss him? She didn’t, anyway.

…Still. As she sat next to him in the car and watched him drive with their son softly singing along to the CD, or when he was ushering her to their seats and she was saying hello to her former mother-in-law as he stood there next to her, his hand still lingering on her waist for the briefest of moments, she couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of nostalgia.

But there was no way, right? Not even when she leaned against him, half-asleep at the end of the day, as they sat on the bench together overlooking the view with his jacket on her shoulders and the faintest curve of her lips. Of course there wasn’t.

Why should there be?

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2 thoughts on “Pie Eleven: Nostalgia

  1. Sean O'Brien says:

    There’s something hilarious about a child referring to a chest with his toys in it as a Chest of Wonders as if he were Aladdin. Then again, Leopold has always seemed the type with a very healthy imagination so this isn’t all that surprising either. Just cute really. Also very energetic for a kid who just got up though I suppose he knows it’s his birthday and at that age that’s exciting enough. It’s incredibly heartwarming seeing him interact with his parents and how clearly happy they all are together. His sheer joy that his father is there comes through well and is adorable. There’s a still a tinge of sadness to it where he asks if his father will stay, since given how things are that’s a question you have to ask.

    That’s quite the breakfast though that almost seems like too much sugar. It is his birthday though so I heavily doubt this is an everyday occurrence. I’m sure he must be ecstatic to be having a meal with both his parents at the same time.

    Huh, I’m trying to imagine C.C. with a bun and coming up short. I’m sure there’s been an image of that at some point. Still, despite it not being that detailed, all her descriptions of what was going on just before as well as the night before was pretty hot I thought. And really, really weird honestly. It’s almost like they’re just dating again with how they’re carrying on with all this. Divorced couples don’t generally act like this. It’s weird for me to imagine him coming over to their place, knocking on the door, and then I guess going right for it with her. Like I’m wondering what the thought process is where he decides that and that it’s going to end with her actually letting him in. And now I’m imagining him doing the liquor and bill counting while he’s at her place. So much for not wanting to do anything with her son only a wall away, though that was likely just an excuse to not invite Alexei up.

    And man, it is kind of funny how in denial C.C. and (while not exactly shown this chapter) Lelouch is about how they’re still in love. They seem to keep just saying it’s just the sex since they’re both really compatible, but that excuse only goes so far. They’re just doing all these family activities together and falling into old habits. That bit with his hand on her waist is definitely one sign since that’s a tad personal on the touching side.

    The final scene most of all I’d say shows this and it’s really a very sweet one too. I wonder if perhaps they both just needed a bit more time in the oven so to speak, which is why the relationship broke down before.

    Thank you 😀

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    1. C.C. says:

      Well, the original plan was for Lelouch to show up the next morning and not stay the night over, but what had happened was after work was over, he had to drop something off at C.C.’s that she needed, so she came outside to get it from him. They started talking for a while, when she brought him inside to look at something concerning Ambrosia, and then they opened a bottle of wine and then it was just downhill from there.

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