Victor Van-Dort smiled at his little family. His eldest daughter, Emily was playing with her younger brothers, Edward and Frederick. Emily was 14 and looked nothing like either of her parents, apart from inheriting her fathers dark hair, and, although the rest of her skin was pale, she had a pure white birthmark in a band around the third finger on her left hand. Edward and Freddie were identical, with their father's thin face and their mother's brown curls. They were 7, and would be 8 in 3 days.
Victor's wife, Victoria was laughing at the chasing game her children were playing, and holding Muriel, Victor and Victoria's 1-and-a-half year old daughter. Muriel had a heart shaped face, and brown hair, making her identical to her mother, who had gained a little weight from her 3 pregnancies. She had taken to wearing her hair down recently and as she lay down on the picnic blanket, it spread out around her like a puddle.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" asked Victor.
"Of course," smiled Victoria. "It is a beautiful day, and I am having a delicious picnic with my perfect family. What could be better?" Victor sat down beside her, and beckoned for Muriel to toddle towards him. She did, and he kissed her forehead, then placed her on his lap.
"Nothing," he smiled "Nothing at all."