Note- Hello all, sorry that I haven't written anything since like...I wanna say November? I've been busy lately with musicals and plays along with studies, but I finally found time to write some new material. Okay, I'll probably sound really dumb asking this but can anyone explain to me how to add new chapters? I have a plenty for a lot of my other stories, but I can't seem to figure out how to upload them. Hope you all enjoy the story : there's more to come if someone tells me how to upload new chapters!

It was quite a cold evening as Victor left his office at his father's fish market. A cool wind blew outside as he locked up shop and entered his carriage that was waitng for him. Richard, who drived the carriage, tipped his hat at his master, bidding him a good evening. Victor returned a greeting as he got into the carriage, wanting nothing more than to be at home. The days seemd to last an eternity now, but they really weren't that long at all. From nine o'clock in the morning until five o'clock in the afternoon was all. Every day, Victor longed to be home with his loving wife, Victoria, and another certain someone who helped cause the days to be everlasting. Luckily, he would not experience another restless day for quite a while; he was taking a week off to prepare an office of his own at home, which he was thrilled about. He felt the need to stay home more now to help out with everything that was now going on very most recently. Well, then again, every father would feel that way.

After what seemed like forever, the carraige stopped directly in front of the Van Dort manor about fifteen minutes later. A fair few candles seemed to be lit in the parlor and one burning bright upstairs through the large window above the front door, which made the house have a slightly lulling look. Feeling very much content inside, Victor got himself out of the carriage into the cold once again, thanked Richard like he always did, and walked up the small stone path up to the short stairs. He parked himself right in front of the front door, feeling around in his suit pocket for his house key. He felt around for a couple of seconds, feeling nothing but fabric. Having the biggest urge to smack himself hard on the forehead, Victor let out a sigh. He would have to knock then. That's exactly what he did not want to do at all. He did not want to disturb anybody...especially one person in particular. Sighing yet again, Victor held up his hand, made it into a tight ball shape, and as gently as he could knocked on the door. Unfortuauntely, it was barely audible for anyone to hear. Even he had no luck in hearing it. Being as careful as he could like before, Victor knocked a second time a tat bit louder, biting his lip to help control his nerves. Luckily, this time it was audible, but yet, still soft. He heard quiet footsteps from the hallway and the door being opened. There stood Betsey inside, the family's maid, with her blonde hair up in a tight bun complete with a cover. She was wearing her usually slightly filthy aprin and maid attire as well as kind set face.

"Did you forget your key, Master Van Dort?" she asked, quietly. She smiled as she said this, pulling out his key from one of her aprin pockets. "I'm afraid you forgot it in the study next to your sketch book."

"Ah, dear, did I?" said Victor, as he walked into the warm home, taking off his coat. "I musn't forget it again. Did...did I wake---?"

"Oh, no no, sir, she wasn't asleep," said Betsey as she closed the front door and locked it shut.

"Oh...good, then," said Victor, feeling very relieved. "I'm very glad to hear that."

"How was work today, Master?" asked Betsey kindly as she took his coat from him and hung it onto a hook in the wall.

"I afraid the same as everyday, dull and long, but it doesn't matter," Victor added with a slight grin.

"Do excuse me, sir, but I must go check on supper in the kitchen...it will be served soon," said Betsey politely, bowing to Victor. Turning her heel, she walked down the hallway into the backside of the house where the kitchen was located. Victor watched her, wishing that he had asked her where Victoria was. She was usually at the door waiting for him to return home and would greet him ardently with a rapturous small kiss. To be honest, he looked forward to that everday, but alas, she wasn't there for him. Where could she be?

Suddenly, the door from the kitchen opened up slowly. Victor had expected Betsey to come out of it, but this person looked a bit shorter than her. The person walked slowly out the door into the dimly lit hallway and seemed to be softly singing. Victor smiled widely, now knowing who this stranger was. The stranger continued to walk slowly and sang delicately, becoming more and more visiable by each step that they took. At last, Victoria approached Victor, embracing their three week old infant girl, Emily, in her arms. She stood directly in front of Victor, smiling phantasmagorical up at him. He looked down upon her, feeling exceptionally blissful inside and out. Gingerly, he touched her right tender rosy cheek and placed his lips upon her own. After a fair few moments of much splendor, Victor looked down at his daughter. She laid sleepily in her mother's arms, already in her little white nightgown, her dark tuft of hair combed.

"Good evening, Emily," he whispered lightly to the baby, bending down a bit close to her. "How are you, my little darling?"

"Very sleepy," giggled Victoria quietly. "I had to change her into her nightclothes for supper."

"For supper? Oh, dear, I never thought a young lady was allowed to do that," joked Victor, stroking Emily's cheek carefully.

Victoria giggled once again silently.

"Well, I suppose we can make an exception for tonight."

"Yes, after all...tonight it is quite a big occasion."

"Oh?"

"Yes...tonight at exactly ten twenty-four Emily will be three weeks old."

"Oh, Victor!" Victoria looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Lovingly, she looked up into his eyes. "You remembered..."

"How could I forget? I thought about it all day today," after Victor said this, Victoria looked even more happier than she already did.