Disclaimer: Not SM, don't own anything twilight-related. Really having fun, though...
A.N.: Well, folks, there it is... Didn't need to wait that long for this one, did ya? I gotta tell you, guys, though, that I had a couple of cowards trying to insult me and my work. Why cowards you ask? Although I don't mind constructive criticism in the least, in fact, I welcome it, they chose to use really bad language to describe me and this story. Still, why cowards, you ask? Because they never signed in to do it. That's right. I had two guest comments basically saying my stuff's worth nothing more than rubbish. And so am I, apparently... Well, just to spite them, I think chapter 10 will be a wonderful read for you, especially if you're into some of the things there. And before you start speculating in the comments, I did say it will be canon couples in the description, so... Yeah...
I looked into her crimson eyes, waiting for her to adjust to her surroundings. She was confused, at first. I could see it in her eyes. She looked to be so lost, so pathetically lost. I stood, rooted to my spot, frozen still as only my- OUR kind could be. She stood, her eyes everywhere but on me. I wished not to startle her, so I just watched. At last, her eyes settled on me. What I thought was a bewildered expression was apparently an overstatement. Her eyes grew impossibly large, as if seeing me for the first time. And, in a way, I suppose she was. Our eye-sight is amongst our most powerful senses, and the difference between seeing something constantly with human eyes and then, suddenly, seeing it with these new, venom-enhanced eyesight, would be quite bewildering. She, quite literally, has never seen me before now.
"I know, my love," I said, and her head tilted slightly, listening to my voice with new ears, "it can be quite confusing. I remember well." And I did. The memory was, of course, crystal - clear in my mind. Waking up from the torment of hell's fire, smelling the rotting potatoes all around me, disgusted by a smell that used to make me think of food, of green and brown fields in the rain, of Home. Pushing myself ever-so-easily out of the pile, looking at the dark basement, knowing it was dark, and still being able to see everything so clearly, so minutely. Cobwebs glittered as jeweled strings, the spiders' tiny eyes moving this way and that, the cracks in the bricks in the wall, too small for human eyes to see, the wind entering through those cracks, too gentle for human skin to sense. My clothes were coarse on my skin, but not unpleasant. Their color was quite different, as well, now reds, yellows, oranges and quite a few other colors where before I could only see brown.
Esmé's wondrous look drew my mind away from that memory. I had not thought of my first vampire moments ever. Now, I wished to dwell on them more, but my wife's needs must come first. She would be thirsty. I must teach her to hunt. Away from our children, of course, though I doubt their scent would hold any temptation for her. They smelled wonderful, but not quite human enough to make my inner monster growl or wish for their blood. I doubt it would be different for my Esme. Yet, better not lead her into temptation, but deliver her from Evil. I smiled.
"Come, my love, let us hunt." I urged her gently. Her eyes were overly confused at my statement, but suddenly darkened. She recognized her thirst. Good. It will soon be sated. I took her to the window, ordering her to jump. She seemed mortified at first, and I understood, but told her it was of no moment, for vampires, to jump from much much taller heights and survive well. She, of course, knew it was one of the ways I attempted to take my own life in, but I suppose it never quite sunk in, until now. Her eyes were, predictably, full of pity. I smiled, kissed the back of her hand, turned and walked out of the window. "It is merely a step forward that takes slightly longer to complete, my love." She smiled, stepped forward and amazingly graceful, landed next to me, kissing my cheek.
I took to running towards the woods, searching for some appetizing animal with my sense of smell. She ran after me, wondering at her strength, her smile spread wide over her beautiful face. Oh, how wild and free she looked to be, her mortal coil severed, her crimson eyes sparkling, smiling and running beside me. I felt such deep love and need for her in that moment. But her needs must come first, and the children are still alone at the house, probably frightened by my last words of warning to them. I ran on, therefore, seeking, searching. The scent of a great cat entered my nostrils. Making sure the air was clean of any human scents, I turned to my wife. "Esme, there is something in the vicinity to quench your thirst. You will remain still, use your sense of smell to track it. Once you have its location, I want you to let go of all thought and inhibition and let your senses rule your reactions." She nodded and transformed herself into a marble statue of greatest beauty. In a moment, she took off at an incredible speed, running towards the scent I had tracked. My Esme, the Newborn. But I could not feel anything but complete and utter joy at the sight of her running, her hair streaming behind her like a caramel veil. She was a sight, even given in to her animalistic side.
I stood downwind and watched my Esme come closer and closer to the cat, her own feline grace nearly causing my own growl. She pounced on the cat with infinite grace and finesse and neatly drained it. As she raised her head, a single drop of blood remained on the corner of her mouth. "Still thirsty, love?" I asked, my voice sounding parched. She shook her head and I sighed, gratefully. "Good." I said as I approached her. Her needs were now attended to. My turn. "You missed a spot." I said, smiling hugely as I approached her. A tiny "oh" escaped her lips and, realizing it was the first I heard of her voice after the change, I closed the distance between our lips in a flash, sealing a kiss to her tantalizing lips.
Half an hour later I had to tear myself away from those lips, only partially satisfied. We ran home, Esme's need to see the children now ruling her speed. She constantly asked of them, wanting more and more information to assure herself of their well being while she was undergoing the transformation. "Have they eaten this morning?" She asked. "Yes, my love." I answered, smiling. It seems I could do very little to wipe that smile off my face. I absolutely and resolutely gave up trying. I am happy. Selfishly, perhaps, but I no longer dread a life without my Esme by my side. I am not only her husband, but her sire as well. Never again will illness, hunger, thirst or other human faults threaten her. No longer do I have to be careful holding her to me, or making love to her or even kissing her with abandon, as I have always wanted. As we neared our home, the hour has already grown quite late. I judged it to be close to evening. The children will be getting hungry soon.
We entered the house and Esme again requested to see our children. I agreed, but asked that she remained at the bottom of the stairs while I get the children. I walked to the study, opened the door and was soon bombarded by my son and daughter, hugging me, asking for their mommy. "You may see her after I finish talking to you, children. Now, listen well. Your mother is now a lot like daddy, so you need no more fear hurting her. You must, however, not fear her eye color. It is red not because of her diet, but because she is new. You must remain still and not jump on her at first. She will need a few moments to adjust to your scents. She smelled you one way before her change, but you will smell quite different to her now, and she must adjust to that." Megan and Benjamin were nodding and listening through this conversation, promising to be on their best behavior. I led the way down the stairs, racing to stand beside my wife as she greeted our children for the first time after the transformation.
Esme appeared nervous as I held her hand and shifted her weight from leg to leg anxiously. I caught her eyes on me, questioning whether I thought it was alright. I smiled and nodded my agreement. She smiled nervously and shifted her eyes to watch the children's steps, and then their faces, as they glowed with happiness. Benjamin reached her first and stood about three feet from her, waiting for my authorization to move closer. I watched Esme's reaction carefully. She held her breath for a few seconds and was utterly still. She, then, took a deep breath, still as a statue, except her shoulders and breasts. A smile, quick as a ray of sunlight and brighter, soon shone on her face. She reached out to Benjamin and called with a shaky voice, "come her, Ben. Come to Mommy!" And if I had tears in me, I would have wept for they joy of this reunion. This two-way embrace lasted but a moment ere Megan cried, "Mommy, Mommy!" And ran to hug my wife. "Sweetheart, Mommy missed you both so much!" Esme wept joyously. I doubted she was aware of much of the passage of time while undergoing the transformation, but she had heard them towards the end of her human life and was quite probably in dire need of solace only the comfort of the children's embrace would offer.
A calm and very happy evening it was. After the twins were fed, we sat on our bed, Megan and Benjamin cuddled between us, and simply enjoyed this evening spent together. The moments lengthened and my mind wandered away with me. Now that my Esme was as safe as I, only worries of my children were free to flood my mind. Still resembling three year old toddlers, they were rapidly growing in age, wisdom, control and almost as fast as their mental development was their physical growth, though that seemed to be lessening by the day. Even with this lessening, I calculated that they should reach adulthood at six month past their seventh birthday. And what then? What will become of them then? Would they age, wither and die before our very eyes? Would some miracle stunt their development then? Allow them to remain adults? For how long? A normal human lifespan? A vampire's immortality? Somewhere in between? Would their growth be stunted before that? Turn them into the abominable immortal children of old? Their lives, and ours, were so full of questions and insecurities, I momentarily felt overwhelmed.
With a sigh I pulled myself out of these thoughts. I will dwell on them no longer, for they are pointless in their lack of answers. I felt Esme's hand tightens around me and smiled to her as convincingly as I could over the tops of the twins's heads. There will be no more dwelling tonight. Only love and happiness. My smile became more genuine and Esme finally relaxed. An old, old song rang through my head, and I burst into song.
Verbum caro factum est de virgine
Verbum caro factum est de virgine Maria
In hac anni circulo
Vita datur seculo
Nato nobis parvulo de virgine
Nato nobis parvulo de virgine Maria(1)
"That's a nice, jolly tune, Carlisle. I like it." Esme said and grew ponderous. "Would you teach us Latin?" She requested. "This one is actually a Christmas song, but it's fitting, I think. If you wish to learn Latin, though, I shall be happy to teach you." I answered my love's request. Megan, of course, immediately demanded to learn it, as well, although Esme meant for the three of them to learn it. I chuckled at her eagerness for knowledge, but Benjamin surprised me by demanding to be taught, as well. Perhaps he will find his talents in languages. It is not unheard of, after all. The rest of the evening passed peacefully and pleasantly, and we put the twins to bed when they fell asleep. Esme wanted to carry them both, but I wanted my own turn with one of them. Tucking in a sleeping angel, one of my own blood, was an experience like no other. I hoped that even as they grew older and bigger, I would be able to retain this experience every night. I believe all fathers, probably mothers too, feel that way.
While the twins slept, I took Esme to hunt again, more for a reoccurrence of those feelings I got earlier than for her thirst. To see her running and carefree truly was a marvel to behold, and I let my feelings take over me as I reached for her and hugged her to me with all my might. A searing kiss was followed by such immense physical pleasure the likes of which I would never guess possible. To truly be one with my wife in this way, to not grow tired or require a break or a breath, was a truly miraculous feeling and I quickly lost myself in this emotional torrent, succumbing completely to my instincts, loving my wife as only our kind can love another. Our voices mingled, cries, growls, our own names from each other's throats, it was truly beautiful.
So beautiful, that, as the sun rose, I had trouble letting go of her, even if to return to the house. "The twins shall awaken soon, my love," I told Esme, but she was utterly lost in the moment, as I was. Gradually, our kisses became less fervent and Esme's head tilted toward the house. "We should go, I want to be there when they wake up." Esme said, resting comfortably on her stomach, cuddled to my bare chest. "That is well, my love, but where, oh where, did you put my clothes?" I asked, a huge smile taking up what felt like permanent residence on my face. She smiled a bashful smile and I knew she would have blushed if she still could. "I think I about ruined yours, my love." She said, ducking her head shamefully. Looking around, I saw my clothes were not the only casualties of this little rendezvous in the forest. Her dress laid in tatters and shreds all around us. Esme must have realized the exact same thing at the exact same time, for I heard her sharp intake of breath. I giggled as I said, "we should be very quiet when venturing into the house. Let us not wake the twins up if we can avoid it, especially in this state of undress." The last word or two were perhaps a little muffled by my chuckles, which were quickly growing to a full, healthy laughter as I counted the many blessings in my life.
I stood and took Esme's hand in my own, turning to run toward the house, still laughing, albeit much more quietly, but my hands shook with my laughter as I held on to Esme's slender, almost child-like hands. We ran as quickly as I could, since Esme could easily outrun me now, as a newborn. I thought against using the front door, the stairs and the bedroom door and instead, simply jumped through our bedroom window, the same one we exited through. We dressed in a hurry, giggling like children with their hands in the cookie jar, hoping their mama will not catch them. When we were dressed, Esme made breakfast for the twins. The sounds of her almost vomiting could be heard clearly to the study, where I was going over some mail, or attempting to, since I found her reaction to human food hilarious. I heard her as clearly as if she was standing next to me when she muttered to herself, "this used to taste so good! How could I have eaten this foul thing?"
Among the mail were quite a few letters from Tanya, Katerina and Irina, as well as from Carmen and Eleazar. I hated to turn them away from me, from my family, but it was best, for now, to keep them away from the twins. I sat down and thought hard on how to write a friendly letter, keeping the nearly-familial acquaintance with these friends and not seeming to invite them over, in fact, stemming any attempt from them to visit. Esme finished the twin's food and now sat across from me, on a plush chair reserved only for her. "What has you so worried, Carlisle?" She asked, worried herself. "I wish not for my old friends to visit, lest they gaze upon the twins and be horrified by what they look to be. I wish not for ill will between us, and to maintain this level of near kinship I have with them, and yet to make them aware and let them understand they are not to visit under any circumstance." I confessed. The archaic tongue was as a balm on my sore mind, but I realized soon what terms I had used and smiled apologetically. Esme dismissed the issue with a slight wave of her small hand and I could see she was deep in thought, doing her best to assist me in this delicate issue. "What if you simply told the truth? That all is well, but you wish for some time to yourself and would gladly invite them over once you thought it best? You may even hint to me being created by you, and your wish to further educate me in our ways ere they visit us.
Trust my Esme to come up with the simplest and best of solutions. I sat down to compose the letter immediately and attended to the rest of the mail. I should think, in about 5 years, when the twins are grown enough, I shall want to move to a city, practice medicine again. Megan and Benjamin will look to be 15, maybe older, if this current growth continues. Nearly adult, and old enough that growth spurts will not be as obvious. Perhaps I shall consult with Esme as to their formal education, medical for Megan and a school of arts for our Benjamin. Once we make this move, I believe we would feel comfortable enough to invite our northern friends over to visit. The children can then be explained away easily. The southern reaches of America were, once, teeming with 13-year-old child-vampires, deemed old enough to control their thirst by the Volturi, and vicious enough to lack most moral inhibitions by the Southerners.
Esme and I sat in the study, discussing this possible future. She seemed reluctant, at first, making several excuses about not biting humans, or about humans noticing we do not age, but I assured her I would never dream of making this change without preparing both her and the children to the company of humans, and that I was well acquainted with living inside human society and blending in with them. I sensed something more than these issues was troubling to her, and asked her about it. It took quite a bit of persuasion on my part, but I managed to hear her muttered confession - she simply loved this house so much, she did not wish to leave it. Deeply moved, I promised her I would find a suitable location, one that met her approval. She finally agreed, mainly for wanting formal education for the twins. Though nothing needed doing right now, it felt good to have a plan in place for our family's future. I only hoped it would be as good a future as we planned.
As man plans, god laughs. I know this saying well. All that is left to do is to pray. And so, for the first time since the birth of my children, I knelt before the cross and blessed myself. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been too long a time since my last confession. I owe You all this happiness I was given in my wife, my daughter and my son. I walk Your path in all my days and ask only for Your guidance in the times ahead. Your will, not mine, be done. I only pray they be the same. As I would never harm another man or woman, I ask you not to harm this family. As I strive to heal all injured, I ask that you spare my children. In the name of Christ, our Lord, I pray. Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Hail Mary, mother of God, pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death.(2) In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit I pray, Amen."
It was in the early hours of the morning, when the children finally arose, were bathed, dressed, fed and sent to join me in the study. Megan demonstrated her good memory by asking to continue our last discussion, on the origin of our kind. "Daddy, you started to tell us about the first humans and the first vampires!" She said, hugging and kissing me to bid me a good morning. Chuckling, I kissed her cheek and bade her a good morning, before hugging and kissing my little boy to bid him a good morning, as well. "Very well, children. Settle down and we shall continue where we left off." At that, Megan sat on the carpeted floor at my feet, looking eager and thirsty for new knowledge. Benjamin, suppressing a small sigh, sat rather ungracefully down beside her. I knew he would much rather spend his time in the garden or the painting room. Like mother, like son. However, some lessons of our past he must learn, lest he makes mistakes that would cost his, or his family's life in the future. With that in mind, I started today's lesson, Esme sitting on a chair just behind the children, looking as excited to hear stories of our heritage as Megan was.
"As I said upon our last lesson, none are alive that are sure of the exact beginning of either humans or vampires. To the best of current knowledge, humans as we know them have been around no more than half a million years." I stated.
"That is a very long time ago, Daddy, isn't it?" Benjamin asked.
"Yes, son. A very long time, indeed. Now, perhaps, you would understand, how hard it is to find anyone living in those days if you understand how under-developed were those first humans. They were, actually, little more than apes. They walked on two legs, as we do, but were almost bent forward, compared with our posture. They also had very little in the way of language, so even if a vampire existed who was alive back then, how could we know? How could we ask it questions? How would it answer? I, personally believe some such specimen had, indeed, survived. I keep running into strange rumors in my travels, even among our kind, who are less likely to spread them. Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Yeti, the abominable snow man, they all are the same basic description. Makes me wonder if they are not all one and the same - a vampire alive from those times.
"it being a vampire would explain how no man has ever found evidence of their existence. There are other rumors, too. Of small ape-like creatures, walking on two legs. The Agogwe, the Ebu Gogo, the big muddy monster, the Kentish apeman, the Goblin, the Gnome of Gerona, these myths all come from all around the world of humans. There seem to be too many to just shrug it off as coincidence. It may well be another ancient vampire, of small stature. One day, we may travel the world seeking either. It shall be a grand adventure, I should think." It was a well thought-out lecture, if even if I did think so myself. For a long time, it was quiet in the study, my family's mind preoccupied with thoughts of adventures.
"After going over the distant past, I shall now return to the more recent past, of which we have documentation aplenty. The Romanian coven, Stephan and Vladimir, once ruled our kind." I started. The children's looks were identical - disappointment. They wished to further dwell on those mysterious creatures. Images began flooding my mind in rapid succession, of big, hairy men, tiny, hairy men, all with red eyes. "Come now, children. These are creatures of myth!" I said, although the uncanny resemblance of those images to some I have seen drawn were disturbing. But, I suppose the mind is a powerful tool, and we are all essentially humans, so our minds are probably similar in some ways. I wonder about the eyes, though. Does the fact that no man has ever seen one of these creatures not mean that it'd be an animal drinker, as us? Or may it be because it hunts where it knows only his victim would be present? Oh, well, on to the next subject.
"Stephan and Vladimir ruled over our kind for millennia, although no vampire alive, except, perhaps, that coven, remembers who they took over from. They ruled by fear and intimidation, but never left the confines of their Romanian castle. Everything was brought to them, much as it is now brought before the Volturi. What no vampire ever understands is that staying still and in one place for centuries and millennia will do to a vampire is to start a process similar to petrification - the vampire seems to turn to stone, almost. The skin becomes even whiter than ours, the eyes grow a milky film over them, that while does not interfere with eye-sight, it is quite frightening. It seems to be, however, nothing more than a natural shield for the eyes, catching all dirt in it, or maybe it only appears that way as they eyes appear dirty. None has dared ask these questions of either leading coven. About two thousand years ago, a trio claimed this role from the Romanians - Marcus, Caius and Aro. The Volturi. They accumulated an army to help them in keeping the peace and laws of our kind, although they tend not to interfere with anything unless it requires their attention in punishment. With a wide network of informants, they turn up where they deem the law to be broken and annihilate the transgressors.
Now, all vampire law stems from one law, which is to be kept above all - keep the secret. No human is allowed to know of our existence and live. The creation of immortal children is strictly forbidden and punishable by death. The immortal children could understand no reason, could not control their thirst and would annihilate entire villages to sate their thirst. Our secret, in those days, was very close to being found out. That must never happen again, or it may threaten our very existence." I recited our laws and gave the reason behind each one. It was almost exhausting, in a way, remembering our history. But it is better done in this way, the law and the history behind it. I would, however, not require recitation of the laws, as the twins and Esme had perfect recall, as I do. A gift, in situations like these.
The day's lesson finally over, we all wanted a bit of fresh air. Sitting on the bench by the lake, I watched the twins play in the water, splashing, squealing, laughing, having a wonderful time, the day's lesson completely out of their minds for the time being, and I envied them, this ability to put everything aside and enjoy themselves so much. Esme worked in the garden, lost in thought, her hand were mechanically going about their business. She probably envied the children, as well. From time to time, her eyes would wander to them and she would sigh. I knew her mind well. She worried. But for naught, as by the time the children would be seen by anyone other than their parents, they would be old enough not to be confused with immortal children. All we could do for now is pray it remains this way until such time. 5 years in the life of a vampire is a blink of an eye, but with all our worries, it was starting to feel an eternity.
Days came and were gone with relative peace, the children growing and showing their wisdom to be greater than even I dared hope. Megan pored over every medical book in my extensive library, resuming her sessions of book criticism and my defense of them. She would soon rival my knowledge, but not my experience, she understood. Therefore, she constantly asked about past patients, diseases, plagues I had seen, everything she could receive an answer to. Her thirst for knowledge was as insatiable as Benjamin's thirst for the arts. He was no longer satisfied with painting, but had, from me, learned to sculpt in stone and wood, had his own small garden, rivaling even his mother's in beauty. Anemones, primrose, lilies, poppies, tulips, all growing under his watchful eyes and tender care. He had wanted trees, as well, but I wished to spare him the heartache of leaving them behind when we moved, so I refused to allow it. I suggested, instead, a medicinal herb garden, an idea which he accepted with great pleasure. I would have all my stock replenished next year, if he succeeded in this effort, and I had little doubt he will. Esme said he caught the gardening bug, but I think he was born with a pair of green thumbs.
Winter came and went, with the twins growing and maturing, turning two. Terrible twos behind us quite a while ago, they were the size of the average six-year-old, Megan's Hair was long and curly, a beautiful shade of blonde, Lighter than even mine. Benjamin's tresses were never cut, And his beautiful caramel hair grew very long as well. Their voices changed, too, from baby-like to childish voices, which rang clearly through the house often, In games, study and peaceful love and harmony. Spring brought with it a hectic time of working in the garden, trying to make it as beautiful and as functional as possible. Megan and I both chipped in with this great effort. Next spring allowed a very generous supply of medicinal herbs into my bags. I was never happier. I doubt Esme ever was, as well. Our lives had this rhythm to them, now. A kind of peaceful routine. Weekdays were spent studying in the morning, working the gardens in the afternoons and playtime in the evenings. Our nights were filled with love. As the twins slept, we made love through the night.
It was a relaxing year, and so were the two which followed. I was aware of the twin's physical maturation process, and never more so than in their fifth year. Puberty hit my little Megan at the equivalent of thirteen years of age. She was slowly blossoming into a smart, talented, confident and beautiful woman. It hurt to think of the future now more than ever, but we were now busying ourselves with plans for moving. With the twins' assurance that they were, indeed, ready for the move, and human scent resistance training going very well for all three, Esme and I left the twins for a few days and traveled, seeking an acceptable replacement home in the area of the city we wished to move to. A city known for its music scene. A city with a good teaching hospital in need of a doctor and with room for one more very young and very brilliant medical student. A city on the move, modernizing even as the humans slept. Chicago.
We found a sweet six-bedroom house with vast gardens. The asking price was high, but I could afford it once we sold our dream mansion. Remembering what I bought it for, a tenth of the price it was worth, due to all the hard work needed on it, reminded me of just how far I have come since acquiring that home. Esme insisted we needed every one of those six bedrooms, though I saw use for only five. Still, beyond doubting my wife, I put a real estate agent on the selling of our mansion and the purchase of this beautiful house. With a very modest fee, he sold our home for over twenty times what I had paid for it. Twice more than it was worth. The renovations to the property, as well as the house itself, did their job in that, as I understood it. A place was also reserved for Benjamin in the local college, should he choose to attend it.
With these preparations completed, we still had to pack. Esme insisted of doing that herself and had ordered me to sell most of the wondrous artwork that has accumulated in the house. That necessitated meeting the local art dealer, who took an immediate interest in selling and exhibiting them, much to my relief. I gave the art dealer my account information for future depositing and returned home. I would keep the car only until we move. I shall sell it then for a newer model, one much more reliable. The twins spent these hectic days mostly in the garden, the lake or the forest. They did not mind the packing and were excited about the move, but they were, I suppose, wary of their mother ordering them to some chores, while she was busy packing. Thus, every morning, they left the house as soon as they could, returning after night has just fallen. Esme did not mind it in the least, it seems, for she chuckled when they ran out and welcomed them home with open arms upon their return every evening.
"Children should play outside as often as possible, Carlisle. You remember what brought us together, do you not?" She commented one evening, while carrying a stack of three boxes filled and sealed. Of course I remembered. She fell from the tree in her yard, trying to watch the storm as it approached. This meant she wanted the children to love nature as much as she did. Very well, then. Let them run around outside. They will have need of growing up once we move, but they may remain childish for as long as possible.
There was a lot that was only waiting to happen. Our entire future was about to begin. I was excited to meet it.
1. Verbum Caro – Mediaeval Baebes
2. The Hail Mary prayer
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