An hour later, Thomas was sitting on the couch with Monet on his lap who has finally fallen asleep after all that crying and hysteria. He could hear her faint hiccups and soft mumbles of his name which he didn't expect she would be saying in her sleep. It brought him happiness and at the same time, it brought him pain and sadness.
"You won the gamble." Mr. Lhuillier expressed when he opened the door and found his daughter in the arms of her beloved man. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"It's okay, uncle. The doctor already told me of all the possibilities and I prepared myself for it. I just feel a little sad that things have to come to this point."
"Don't worry about it anymore. You just have to think of the present and slowly build the future you wanted with her. My wife and I will go out for a bit to buy some dresses for her. Do you need anything?"
"Nothing for now."
