Hello readers!

Welcome to the introduction chapter of 'Reunited: Lost and Found'! The sequel has finally arrived! *fanfare* *audience applause* (haha!)

To any readers who have NOT read the original story 'Reunited'…please do so, it helps to understand this story.

To anybody who has read (and enjoyed the first story) THANK YOU!

So, without further ado – ENJOY!

Introduction:

Victor sat there, leaning back comfortably in his armchair, fingers laced together and by his mouth, feeling both nervous and impatient. It didn't help that his mother kept drumming her fingers against the wooden table, revealing her own impatience. He wouldn't complain or lash out at her though, that was not appropriate. Not at all, and not what he was brought up to do.

Still, despite the anxiety, Victor was happy. He was married to the woman of his dreams and the love of his life – alive and dead! He couldn't ask for more. They were extremely happy, healthy and enjoying life as a married couple. They had just had their eight month anniversary and making themselves comfortable in their own home. As soon as the wedding certificate was signed, Victor was out of his parents' house. It no longer felt like a home. And he vowed to make a 'home' with Emily.

And they had it! They had a home. A house with solid walls, beautiful glass windows, furnished rooms, a perfect view of the village and close to the church for Sunday services. But it was missing something. Or rather, someone.

Victor and Emily had promised each other a family, so their house could become a proper home for them all. Beautiful children with their father's hair, their mother's eyes and their shared musical passion. That was the only thing Victor prayed for every Sunday service. He had often told the pastor of his wishes, and he agreed that God would only grant a wish for those who deserved it. This pastor was friendlier, easier to talk to, and someone with a warmer heart in comparison to his predecessor.

Just two months ago at the beginning of June, Pastor Galswells had passed away. His service had been a small gathering in the church, and within a week he was replaced by a younger, inexperienced boy. In comparison, Pastor Lee was a school boy, but that did not stop him from spreading the word of God, in a way that pleased everyone and made them feel content.

With this hope in his heart, Victor stared at the book shelf, trying to block out his mother's incessant finger-drumming. Eventually, his father was the one to argue.

"Must you, Nell?" he simply said, his hands shaking on top of his walking stick. Nell Van Dort looked at her husband with such displease in her eyes. William nodded towards his son, who was unable to see his father's gesture. Nell took that as an order, and sat her hands in her lap. They were sitting on the two seated sofa, watching their son with pride. His devotion as a husband was astonishing. Since his period of depression the year before, he had become a more positive and lively person, and a wonderful husband. They were sure he knew they were proud of him, that he had become a man and left behind the boyish years he was once trapped in two years ago. His nervousness and anxiety had disappeared completely when he married Emily. Almost disappeared. They weren't including today.

Today was a waiting game. Victor had been sat in that chair for an hour, constantly looking in to thin air, millions of questions running through his head. He didn't acknowledge his parents. Or Emily's, for that matter. Lord and Lady Hunter were trying to distract themselves too. Lady Hunter had been reading the same book for an hour now, but hadn't turned the pages at all. Something else was on her mind. And Lord Hunter was pacing the floor, the click of his expensive shoes echoing throughout the house on the marble floor.

"Christopher, please" Lady Hunter would say with impatience, shutting the book. He turned to his wife, knowing the struggle she was going through. He took his wife's words as a small cry for help, and took a seat on the sofa next to her, placing an arm around her shoulder and holding her close.

"I'm sure everything's fine. The doctor knows what he's doing" he comforted his nervous wife.

"I know" she sighed, leaning against her husband's shoulder and closing her eyes. She didn't like waiting. It was a cruel game that time would play, and no one had control of it.

"Would anyone like some tea?" Beatrice the maid offered.

Everyone was assembled in Victor and Emily's house, his parents and Emily's were gathered together.

"I won't say no" Nell Van Dort chimed. William Van Dort merely nodded, as did Christopher and Margaret Hunter. Victor said nothing, he was like a statue. A living, breathing statue.

"Tea for four then" Beatrice smiled, walking away to the kitchen, naturally assuming from Victors silence that he wasn't interested.

"Do you want a cup of tea, Victor?" his mother asked, carefully leaning forward to try and get his attention. But nothing stirred him, not even the chime of the clock marking the hour of 5 in the afternoon. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a door opening from upstairs that he finally broke from his trance.

Everyone reacted the same as him, standing from their seats and watching the two figures on the landing. The sound of heels clicking on the floor rang out, as Emily appeared at the top of the staircase, an aged man in a white coat following her. The man carried a large, black leather bag, obviously a well-used bag judging by its signs of wear.

Emily was looking as magnificent as ever in Victor's eyes. Wearing one of her finest dresses – a light dusky blue with white lace at the cuffs and neckline, her hair loose and wavy around her face, and showing off her delicate pearl earrings. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hand on the banister, the man close behind her. She faced everyone, seeing their eager faces looking at her with such intent.

"Shall I tell them, or shall you, my dear?" the man asked. Emily merely smiled.

"No need, I shall tell them. It is my news, after all. Victor darling" she smiled, seeing her husband. She approached him, taking his hands in hers and noticing how his shirt was creased and the sleeves rolled up round his elbows.

"How long have you been waiting?" she asked.

"Too long" he sighed, the first words he had said in hours.

"Well, it is not wasted time. Sit down" she kindly ordered. Victor did so, taking his place on the sofa, Emily sitting by his side, his hands still in hers. She sighed deeply.

"Doctor Wilson was very thorough. He has performed all of the necessary tests and has come to a conclusion that…" she paused, savouring the words on her tongue.

"What? What did he say?" Victor asked nervously.

Emily couldn't control the smile that now dominated her face, as she proudly announced:

"He said I'm pregnant, Victor. You're going to be a father."