A/N:
Well, hello there! This isn't one of my first fictions, though it surely is my first one here! I really hope you like it, and you don't actually need to read the books to understand it much (since I summarized it) yet Christina Dodd would appreciate it if you bought them. They're really really good!
So, here I have this piece. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except for Stephania and the grandchildren (except Aleksandr).
Chapter 4
His first grandson's name was Aleksandr. Aleksandr had beautiful golden eyes with icy blue colors around. His hair was a soft dark brown, a messy wave of dark currents that was a Wilder's trait.
But it wasn't until that peaceful Halloween night where he cried out with joy. All of his daughters were pregnant with his grandsons. He felt like the luckiest man ever.
The Spring arrived with Konstantine's grandsons. He still remembered how he felt as he saw his second grandson for the first time.
His name was Stephen, courtesy of Ann's sweet American imagination. Stephen was bright and handsome, his eyes looming into a sweet olive as his hair was tinted with a natural pitch black color. Of course, he was Jasha and Ann's son.
A week later, Karen and Adrik's son was born. His name was just like his grandfather's, Konstantine, and was a vivid example of him. His golden piercing eyes felt warm with his rich brown hair and beautiful baby smile.
Tasya's and Rurik's little sunshine was born into the family around that time. Konstantine remembered the little girl to the perfection, just like how a miracle happened. Jessica had electric blue eyes like Tasya's, yet dark brown curly hair that somehow made her look like a princess.
And the last of his grandchildren was little premature Feliks, Firebird's and Douglas' second son. He was the spitting image of Firebird, physically. Yet Konstantine hadn't known how hard, long, and painfully a baby could cry until Feliks taught him otherwise.
Konstantine was grateful for each of his grandchildren. He loved them. He thanked the one above for such blessings to his life.
And as years went by and his grandchildren turned into teenagers, the thousand years old pact with the devil slowly slipped away from the Wilder's mind.
Yet a pact isn't easily forgotten by the Other...