Chapter 322: What If The Baby Comes?
The house had gone silent when they returned.
Aunt Estella met them at the door. She took one look at Lily’s tear-streaked face, at Leo’s white-knuckled grip on the whale, at Arianne’s expression — controlled, but barely — and didn’t ask questions. She said, "I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me," and disappeared down the hallway.
Arianne brought the twins to the sitting room. The blanket fort from days ago still stood in the corner, its pillows askew. Lily had been meaning to fix it. She hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
"Sit," Arianne said.
They sat. Lily on the couch, her hands folded in her lap. Leo beside her, the whale pressed against his chest. Arianne didn’t stand over them. She pulled the armchair closer and sat across from them, her knees nearly touching theirs. This wasn’t going to be a lecture from above. It was going to be a conversation.
She looked at Leo first.
"This is the third time you’ve pushed someone."
He didn’t look up. His fingers tightened on the whale.
"The first time was a classmate. The second time was Lily." She paused. "The third time was Bradley. Do you see the pattern?"
He nodded. Small. It was barely a movement.
"Your Uncle Franz talked to you after you pushed Lily. Do you remember what he said?"
Another nod.
"I’m going to say it again, because it’s important. Laying a hand on someone isn’t right. I don’t like it. Your father didn’t like it. He believed there were better ways to solve problems." She leaned forward. "I understand you have big feelings. I understand you don’t always know how to express them. But hurting someone isn’t the answer."
Leo’s shoulders were trembling. A tear slipped down his cheek. Then another. He didn’t make a sound.
"Look at me."
He raised his eyes. They were wet, red-rimmed, but he held her gaze.
"There is one exception. If someone lays a hand on you first — or on Lily first — you have my permission to defend yourself. I will allow that. I will not punish you for that. Do you understand?"
He nodded. The tears were coming faster now, silent and steady.
Arianne waited.
He reached for his tablet. His fingers were shaking. He typed slowly, the letters appearing one by one: I WAS AFRAID.
"Afraid of what?"
DIDN’T WANT TO BELIEVE.
Lily spoke up. Her voice was smaller than usual, the sharp edges worn off by the afternoon.
"He said you’d forget about us. When the baby comes. He said we’d be cast aside and no one would want us anymore and Leo just—he just—"
"I know what happened." Arianne’s voice was gentle. "I was there for the rest of it."
She turned back to Leo. "What Bradley said wasn’t true. You and Lily should know that by now. After everything we’ve been through. After everything we’ve built together. Do you really think a baby would change any of that?"
Leo stared at her. Then typed: WHAT IF THE BABY COMES?
The question hung in the air. The fear Bradley had planted, watered by a year of loss and uncertainty. Leo wasn’t asking if the baby would come. He was asking what would happen to him and Lily when it did.
Arianne leaned back in her chair.
"When the baby arrives," she said, "you won’t be pushed aside. You’ll be upgraded."
He blinked.
"You’ll be a big brother. Lily will have two little siblings instead of one. That’s not a demotion. That’s a promotion."
Lily sat up straighter. "A promotion?"
"Yes. Big brother. Big sister. Those are important jobs. The baby will look up to you. Depend on you. Learn from you." Arianne looked at Leo. "You’ll have to teach the baby things. How to draw. How to be patient. How to love and care for your toys and teach about whales."
Leo looked down at the whale in his lap. The worn blue plush. The frayed tail. The button eyes that had seen everything.
"When the baby arrives," Arianne continued, "you and Lily will need to treat the baby well. The baby won’t know anything. Won’t understand anything. You’ll have to show them. Protect them. Be the kind of older siblings your Daddy was to your Uncle Franz."
Lily was practically vibrating. "I’ll protect the baby. No one will hurt the baby while I’m around. I’ll teach the baby piano. And reading. And how to organize things. And—"
ME TOO, Leo typed. His fingers were faster now, less shaky. I WANT TO BE BIG BROTHER.
Arianne looked at the screen. At the boy who’d shouted his first word in over a year defending himself and his sister. Who’d been afraid he’d be forgotten. Who was now typing in all caps about becoming a big brother.
"You’ll be good at it," she said.
Leo looked up at her. His tears had stopped. His grip on the whale had loosened. He nodded once. Small and certain.
Arianne reached out. She placed one hand on Lily’s head and one on Leo’s. The gesture was gentle — uncharacteristically so. She didn’t often reach for them physically. Today had been hard. Today had required things from all of them.
"I’m glad I can rely on you," she said. "Both of you. In the future."
Lily beamed. Leo didn’t smile — he rarely did — but something in his face eased. The strain that had been there since the principal’s office finally began to lift.
"Now," Arianne said, withdrawing her hands. "Aunt Estella is in the kitchen. I believe there’s hot chocolate. If you want it."
Lily was off the couch before Arianne finished the sentence. She paused at the doorway. Looked back at Leo. "Are you coming?"
Leo slid off the couch. The whale was still in his hand, but his grip was relaxed now. He typed something and held it up for Lily to read.
BIG BROTHER PRACTICE, it said. STARTING NOW.
Lily grinned. "Okay, big brother. You can have the first mug."
They disappeared down the hallway together. Lily was already talking about baby names. Leo was typing occasional suggestions. Their voices faded toward the kitchen, where Aunt Estella was waiting with chocolate and the particular comfort of someone who’d been holding families together for decades.
Arianne stayed in the sitting room. The blanket fort was still in the corner. The afternoon light was fading. Outside, the spring evening was settling over the estate.
Leo’s word. Shouted. Defiant. His first in over a year. Lily’s fierce defense. The baby that didn’t exist yet, the child they were hoping for, already claimed by both twins as theirs.
Big brother. Big sister. Important jobs.
She rose and followed the sound of the children’s voices to the kitchen.
