Prologue:

Sophie sat in her rocking chair cuddling her new bundle of joy and trials. Calcifer layed low on the hearth peaking only one eye above the log,

"She won't drool on me will she?" Calcifer's voiced hissed and crackled as if almost in disgust. Sophie only rolled her eyes at the fire's remark.

"She is way over here Cal, how is she supposed to drool on you."

"Well you never know, a flying projectile of slimy baby fluid could possibly hit the fire place." Sophie only giggled at Cal's odd fear of flying baby spit. Sophie looked down at her cooing babe. She could already tell that she would be a handful exactly like her father, always wanting attention and a spitting image of him, of course without the masculine features. Glassy green eyes stared up at Sophie; light black curly fuzz encircled the babe's head. A small little boy about the age of four stood on his tip toes to peek at his sister. His strait gold-red hair fell in his face covering one blue eye. His little nose crinkled at the sight of the baby,

"She is a stinky baby." Sophie smiled at the boy's observation but she could see the wonder in his blue eyes.

"Well I happen to love this stinky baby very much, Morgan." Sophie looked up to see Howl come in from the flower shop, an apron still tied about his unusually humble slick pants with his flowing white shirt. His long black hair was elegantly pulled back into a low pony tail, tied with a crimson ribbon. Though he was now around the age of thirty six his age only seemed to improve his appearance. Howl came behind Sophie and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaning down to place a loving kiss on her lips.

Morgan slapped his hands over his eyes,

"I'm still here, ya know!" Howl smiled at Morgan's remark, his eyes closed and his nose pressed against Sophie he reluctantly turned he gazed to the small boy who still covered his eyes.

"Yes we know!" Howl growled as he picked up the small boy in one swoop. Morgan's giggle filled the room as Howl tossed the small boy up into the air. Sophie just watched with delight. She never would have believed she would have been here one day, married to a wizard, living in a moving castle with two children and a fallen star no doubt. Once Morgan stopped giggling he put two tubby little hands on his father's cheek, squeezing them until his lips were in the position of a fish's mouth. Morgan smile left his face as seriousness took control.

"Now daddy, I'm big and strong so you can throw me. But "stinky" over there will get scared so you can't throw her mister!" Howl tried to smile but that was a bit hard with his cheeks being squeezed. Sophie tried to hide her giggle at the sight of her two boys, though the smaller was much easier to handle.

"Tis off to a nap with you young man." Sophie nodded at Morgan just before the boy made a poor attempt at a puppy face.

"Why do I have to go to nap before stinky?" Howl frowned at Morgan's complaint.

"Now you listen to me young man, no calling Juliet names, especially before she can call you one back." Howl's voice started off firm but he always had a weak spot for children. Sophie rolled her eyes at Howl's poor discipline.

"Run along Morgan," Sophie said with smile at Morgan as he toddled over to grant her and "stinky" a kiss. After Howl had tucked Morgan in he slowly made his way down the stairs stopping halfway to sit and watch Sophie. Sophie sat in the rocking chair, her back towards Howl. Her long gold red hair fell down the back of the rocking chair, the fire reflected off of it giving it a beautiful burning tint. Sophie sat, rock slowly and humming a gentle soft song. Howl just watched in silence, admiring his wife while leaning against the banister.

Calcifer peeked up at the babe and his sizzling and popping stopped.

"There is something different about her, Sophie." Sophie's humming abruptly ceased and Howl listened closely being grateful that Sophie obstructed Calcifer's view of him.

"She is not like Morgan, there is something different about her." Sophie scowled,

"What do you mean, Cal?" Calcifer sat silent for a moment somewhat in thought.

"I can tell some things, I knew you were no ordinary old lady when I first met you. Through the same way, though can't explain it, I sense something different about her, but she is young and it is hard to tell." Sophie stroked her baby's cheek,

"Is it bad, Cal?" Calcifer hissed at Sophie question, quite frankly he didn't know,

"I can't be sure , though she resembles Howl in more ways then looks or personality." Howl stiffened not knowing if that was a compliment of offense on his part.