Hello my dear Dragathas! here's another update on the story after a longer time ... as I mentioned before, the main focus point are going to be the youngest members of the Dracula clan. This first, after birth chapter introduces us to the first moments of Balaur parenthood. We all wanted Daddy-Dracula glimpses, so here they are! enjoy the reading and the little vampire angels ...

CHAPTER 22

Vampire Angels

His parental skills are improving each day. At the age of 5 months there is not that much the youngest members of the Balaur family demand ... apart from constant attention and loving care. Luckily, Dracula (that survived the church visit 2 months ago) is not a passive kind of a father leaving all of the care on Agatha's shoulders … not that she would allow it to him or tolerate such an approach. Dracula can very well imagine what she would say: You wanted kids? Take care of them, Vlad. Your role of father doesn't end at the conception or saying good-night to them … no, no, no, my dearest husband … how sarcastically would she say that, with a scolding posture and raised eyebrows, even the frowning grimace he can picture. Count has to chuckle, now almost hearing her voice in his head. Fortunately, I don't mind taking care of my little vampire angels. He muses, securing the clean diaper on the full, satisfied tummy of his daughter.

- I am the best, sweetheart. - Aurora just giggles in return, sucking her thumb …. - No need for mommy to worry about you and your little brother when she has to attend a board meeting, right? Daddy can take care of you. - he smiles in return, wondering how is it possible that the little ones have such a power over him already … that's the cute look that copies mine, plus Agatha's eyes … Aurora is stretching again after her tummy is full and sleepiness is starting to overtake her... - Now only pyjama and my little angel can take a needful afternoon nap. - a moment later pink, soft pyjama is buttoned and over-confident and satisfied Count praises himself silently. Alexander is already asleep; Aurora will shortly follow him to the realm of dreams and he can return back to his work. Perfect! Aurora is all set, so he takes her carefully into his arms and shortly after lies her in to the crib. All covered though, Arora starts to wiggle more, thumb no longer occupying her mouth. Her satisfied facial expression and cheerful smile immediately fades away and a trouble can be felt in the air. - No crying, my angel. - Count pleads, looking around himself for the pacifier. It's not hard to find it, though even that doesn't work and Aurora, clenching her little fists, began to cry already. Taking her to his arms again, the infant clenches his shirt but still dissatisfied, continues crying as if missing something.

- Oh, honey. Mommy will return in an hour or two, but you have to rest. Welcome her with a giant smile. - though the crying doesn't stop. Helpless Dracula carefully takes his phone from the pocket and checks his secret baby-care list:

- Diaper change: wipe, clean with wet baby towels, diaper cream, powder if needed. Done. Pyjama buttoned. Pacifier … regretted. - he sighs helplessly. Maybe it's indeed Agatha that she misses … but it's not the first time, I lull her without Agatha. - Bunny. - he reads further and looks at Alexander, that even if asleep, is beginning to shuffle a bit, even if clenching his own soft elephant toy … such a toy is absent in Aurora's cradle or on the changing table. That's the reason of the restlessness. - Not you as well, Drago. - that would be a catastrophe. When both cry, it's almost impossible to sooth them one by one and one parent is not enough then. What's more, Count starts to feel strange goosebumps popping on his back as if some invisible force touched him. Now the confusion and nervousness, helplessness is present in the entire room. With a crying suckling in his arms, he is quickly searching the room, however, there is no trace of the stuffed animal. In the most desperate moment, however, the room is entered by another being. Unnoticed, silently, just from nothing a grey she-wolf appears in front of Count Dracula, who immediately frowns. This is not the completely white Luna, but a smaller, similar wolf which now holds the missing plushie bunny in her jaws. The she-wolf releases the plush and sits down, staring at the baby …. who stops crying, even if still snivelling, nevertheless, calming down. Stunned Dracula stares once at the wolf, once at his daughter, that now in one hand clenches his shirt and with the second one is reaching after the bunny. - How? - he doesn't understand, nevertheless quickly reaches for the bunny, checking if it is even hygienic to hand it to his raven-haired little girl. Dry, without excess of saliva, clean, pleasant fragrance. Once the child holds the bunny, the she-wolf exits the room, leaving the speechless Count behind. No more tears, no more ear-tearing cry - Did you summon the wolf, darling? - he asks stunned, but receives no answer … Aurora cuddled to her bunny and father, is soon overwhelmed by the fatigue. Her eyelids become heavy, soon hiding the ocean-blue eyes. Alexander no more wiggles, his sleep is calm again and Count Dracula, relieved yet still not understanding, finally wishes his daughter sweet dreams, laying her in the cradle again. Both children covered, he takes the dirty diapers and leaves the nursery. How is it possible? He asks himself once the used diapers are in bin. I did not call any wolf. Heavens, such an idea as to use the beast to search for a toy did not even occur to my mind. No sane human would want that ... They are meant to protect us and not … baby-sit. At least according to me. Luna basically became a part of the household. He cannot count how many times did he stumble upon her inside the manor … this she-wolf though wasn't a regular visitor. Can it be? … he muses further. The fact, that the child, whose senses are still not fully developed and sharp, instantly calmed down when the wolf brought her favourite toy cannot be omitted. As if Aurora knew what will happen, what to expect … nonsense … even if she is a vampire, she is too small to have such powers. In Counts eyes, these past moments will remain mystery. Nevertheless, the babies are asleep and he managed well … thanks to a wolf. Even if he wanted to think about the strange encounter, he is not allowed to. His phone starts to ring again, reminding him of other duties. Romanian number can indicate only one thing. He is about to receive updates on the Poenari castle reconstruction. Back to the work now …

-/-

The little bathtub is filled with warm water, its temperature exactly what the babies like. The smile on their faces is an enough proof. - You love the water, don't you, sweetheart? - Agatha asks the smiling baby in her arms, who enjoys the afternoon bathing to the fullest. The loving Countess has to giggle as well, when the by each day growing child starts splashing the bubble water, clenching the tiny hands into even smaller fists. - The entire bathroom will be wet in a moment if we continue this way. - The little bathtub lost a few water droplets from its volume, but nothing significant. Nevertheless, the time in water has its limits and thus Agatha, for a moment averts her blue eyes from the little identical irises of her daughter and looks to the left. - We will wash off the shower gel and pass you to daddy, honey. - Aurora´s smile changes, even a little protest can be spotted in her eyes. - Vlad, could you please prepare a towel for Aurora? - she asks, though has to smile immediately. Her husband completely forgot about her presence in the room as it seems. Comfortably nested on the soft rug on the top of the heated floor, he plays with his son. Alexander seems to be enchanted by the colourful rattle, his father holds and every now and then tickles him. - Vlad? - Agatha tries to address him again, even more amused when she sees what funny grimaces her husband produces just to make Alexander smile even broader. - Count Dracula, can you please join the world of adults for a second? - startled Dracula reacts immediately when hearing his title. Usually, Agatha uses it, when she is dissatisfied with his behaviour, even if the tone of her voice is completely different then...

- Yes, love? Have you said anything? -

- Actually, yes. - Agatha nods and repats. - Aurora is all clean and fragrant. Now she needs her towel and your care, meanwhile I will bath Alexander. -

- Oh. - looking at his daughter, he spots the disagreement and chuckles: - She quite enjoys her bathing time. Are you sure, you won't prolong it for a while? Let her enjoy it a bit more? See the protest written in her pretty little eyes that matches yours in this very moment? - Agatha just rolls her eyes. But looks at Aurora. Something like a disagreement can be seen, although it might be just the result of a suggestion, nothing else. Her own arguments are definitely more valid.

- Darling, it's almost the feeding time and I need to wash Alexander as well. - not to mention the goodnight sleep that the little ones need. - So, prepare the towel and Alexander as well, alright? -

- Have you always been so bossy? - he jests, though doesn't argument further. Flipping her eyes, Agatha answers innocently.

- No, the motherhood and your childish behaviour made me like that. -

- Oh love, just say you want to lull them ASAP and then enjoy the free time in my arms. -

- Will it make you obey this request? - one happy look says it all. It's a perfect plan, after all.

- Yes. - ever since the babies first came to this world, his time with Agatha is limited to some extent. It's not just the two of them …. although he came to the terms with the fact that he won't be the centre of Agatha's universe quite quickly …

- Fine. - Agatha stops the water. Aurora is all clean and fragrant, ready to be wrapped. - I can't wait for the moment we will have time just for each other. -

- As you command, my dear Countess. - accordingly, Dracula immediately takes a fresh towel into his hands and shortly after wraps Aurora in it, kissing her on the forehead. - Hello darling. Ready for the best spa moments of this day? - he asks as he begins drying the water. - We will undress your little brother and hand him to the skilful hands of your mommy. - laying Aurora next to Alexander, Dracula prepares his son for the bath, meanwhile Agatha quickly changes the water. All works perfectly and sometimes, it surprises the vampiress how good they can cooperate, work in a unison, when taking care of their children. How grateful she is, that all the care is not left on her shoulders only, but shared with Dracula ... something, she would never say one and a half year ago ...

- Mommy is ready. - Agatha announces, taking the little cheerful boy into her hands. - Come here, my little love. - Shortly after, Alexander too enjoys the water the same way his younger sister did a moment ago. The little princess, even if originally dissatisfied with the short bath-time, is now being spoiled even more. Spa. Indeed. One by one, arms and legs are dry, shortly after tummy and the rest of the tiny body as well. Another dry, warm towel replaces the wet one and skin care follows. A warm baby oil massage is the most perfect post-bath-time ritual of Dracula and his children. Not only does it sooth the sucklings and get them ready for bed, but fastens the parent-child bond. Nothing is so rewarding as a smile on those little faces or a curious look, occasional giggle they can already emit. Moving and warming even cold and dead heart. - Who is the best daddy in the world, my little princess? - first layer of baby oil is applied and the proud father is reward by a loving stare. - It's me. Clever girl, are you? Just like me. -

- And mommy. - not taking eyes from Alexander, Agatha carefully washes his short raven-black hair, that will need a cut in a day or two.

- I was going to say that. - Count defends himself immediately and just like Agatha, doesn't avert his eyes from the dark-haired baby. - And beautiful as well. -

- Were you? - she doubts that, finally giving him a quick look. Puckish smile, just as expected ...

- Yes. - he tickles the baby, when massaging the nicely formed little feet. It´s still astonishes him, how small they can be … even if shortly after the birth, they were even smaller. - And this talk is private, honey. - Agatha chuckles again, meanwhile removing the rest of the foam with a sponge.

- For a private talk, you should look for a more private and empty room. -

- You barely pay attention to me, now that you bath Drago. - playful tone of the voice is luckily a sign, that the spoiled Count, that once didn't want to share Agatha at all, is not jealous as might be expected ...

- Alexander. - Drago sounds too like dragon, too powerful and well, suited for the future ruler of the world, which would work perfectly for the legendary warlord himself as well ...

-Hmmmm. - Dracula purses his lips. - I think he likes the 2nd name more. -

- He loves to be called Alexander ... right, my love? - Dracula gives her a doubtful look, though Agatha avoids his gaze - As if you were any better. Once Aurora smiles at you, you are melting and finding yourself in a different dimension, where only you and our little girl exist ... and that is a correct approach, I fully approve. But hurry, your son demands his spa treatment as well. -

- Have you heard, Aurora? We have to hurry ... I suspect that mommy wants to take you to the nursery already. - tummy is caressed, clean diaper secured. - Now, the pyjama. Bunnies are your favourite ... - and I must never forget it ... Within next minutes, the babies are exchanged. Now it's time for Alexander to receive the most professional care, meanwhile Aurora, fully dressed, is taken by Agatha to the nursery. Bottles are prepared, it's time for feeding ...

-/-

Sitting together on the small sofa in the nursery, the Balaur couple feeds their babies. The eyelids of the sleepy sucklings are closing in irregular intervals, slowly giving up the fight with the sleepiness. Relaxed from the evening massage with satisfied tummies, they shortly finish the evening bottle, falling asleep completely. Agatha smiles softly.

- Alexander drifted off to sleep. - she announces in a whisper as not to wake up her little son, comfortably resting her head on Dracula's shoulder. - Time to settle him in the cradle … - yet she still sits, somehow wanting to prolong this moment of close body-to-body contact for a little longer … even Count Dracula doesn't want this comfortable setting to be interrupted, no matter how much promising the moments alone are.

- Aurora too … - now, just like her brother, her chest is raising in regular calming intervals, heartbeat is so serene, the gentle smile on her lips heart-warming. What a joy a child can bring … moreover, if there are two such little copies of me ... - That was quite quick, wasn't it? - he muses, looking once at his daughter, once at his once, once at Agatha, who cuddles her little boy...

-I told you what a miracle can one little massage do. -

- And I knew you were right. - leaning to the side, he places a kiss on the top of Agatha's head and murmurs. - I have skilful hands, don't I? - Agatha emits a silent giggle, nevertheless cannot deny it.

- You do. - and not only for massages. - Enough talk though, we should put them to the cradles and leave. -

- You don't seem to be ready to leave them yet. - suddenly it's hard to just stand up and leave.

- They are too cute. - she sighs in an awe. - Sometimes I can't stop looking at them. So adorable … - Dracula has already an explanation on his lips, though Agatha is faster, and won't let him interrupt her. - and not only because they have some of your features. -

- In my humble opinion, they look exactly like me … - this modest opinion is voiced quite often, almost on a regular basis. Every time Agatha gazes lovingly at their sleepy figures, he points out the uncanny resemblance. - apart from the eyes. Those are yours. No doubt. -

- If you say so, Vlad. - as always, amused Agatha just rolls her eyes. She can't say, if he is just trying to provoke her or only wants to manifest his happiness aloud in not such an obvious way. Both. Maybe both.

- Honey? - he addresses her after a few silent moments again. Lost in the thoughts and a little face again, Agatha reacts with a small latency … - Darling? - second try is successful and surprised Countess, looks at her husband, right after resting her eyes on Aurora.

- Yes? -

- What would you say to a hot bath? - now, that gains him her attention.

- I would really appreciate that, Vlad. -

- Alright. I will fill the bathtub with hot water then. - immediately, he stands up with the baby safely snuggled in his arms. - Just putting the little princess of Wallachia to her pretty cradle. -

- No. - Agatha interrupts his steps suddenly. - Take Alexander first. - this startles him and the confusion is more than visible on Count´s face, thus Agatha explains further. - I want to hold her for a moment too. - shrugging his wide shoulders, Dracula hands his little girl to Agatha without further questions.

- Baby for baby then. - he chuckles and exchanges the little girl for her baby-brother. The little girl immediately snuggles to her mother's chest, meanwhile Dracula kisses his son good night.

- Baby for baby. - Countess repeats. Once Alexander snuggles to his plushie toy, Dracula leaves the nursery, heading to the bathroom, leaving Agatha with their little sweethearts … the vampiress would never say how much she would miss them for only a half of a day, yet, she was constantly thinking about them, what they do, if they miss her the same way she misses them. Now she needs a few moments to make it up for the loss of the precious time ….

-/-

Agatha dressed in a silky bathrobe, walks through the quiet corridor, truly looking forward to the hot water that up until now spoiled only her little babies. A few hours she had to spent in her work, seemed like an eternity and she missed her children, constantly awaiting an S.O.S. call from her husband. How relieved she felt when she finally returned home and found two sleeping babies and their father, relaxing with a crime novel book, seated in the armchair next to them. Immediately, she snuggled to him and with only a whispered greeting, remained silent and wordlessly joined him in reading, until the youngest Balaurs woke up. What a beautiful feeling to have a place I can call my home. Husband. Children. Love. With a wide smile, she stops in front of the door, leading to the master bathroom. From the inside, a pleasant music can be heard. Dracula's favourite etudes. Not waiting a single minute any more, she steps inside and finds ... her husband, nude, comfortably immersed in the water, occupying her tub! Eyes closed, humming the melody of the playing music, he looks completely relaxed. How typical of him. And not only the carefree posture ... his nakedness, sex-appeal, showing-off.

- If I recall it correctly, Vlad, I was supposed to be the one lying in the bathtub. - after a few silent moments, Agatha can no longer stand quietly and just gaze at her husband, adoring his body and peaceful appearance. - You were supposed to prepare a bath for me, not for yourself. - the scolding is just a pretence; however, it alerts Dracula of Agatha's presence. He has been lost in his thoughts as well ... Opening his eyes, he straightens a bit. The water surrounding him, starts to play its own melody, droplets running down his chest and the amazed gaze of his wife, brings smile onto Dracula's face.

- I did that, love and included myself as a special bonus, comfortable seat for your perfect bum. - attractive wink follows. Agatha, playing her role in the game, crosses her arms on her chest and leans to the doorframe.

- Seat? You? Comfortable? - she mocks him jokingly, thus Count only nods and answers overly self-confident ... as usual.

- Oh yes, darling. No longer cold or heavy ... though hardening under your stare. - another wink follows, as well as a seductive smile. - Now hurry! I would appreciate your presence here. -

- I just wanted to relax for a while, Vlad. - she doesn't give up, but neither does he. - Alone. -

- We can be alone together. For a while. - here she has doubts ... he can't be quiet for a long time ... like a child, constantly needing attention.- Then we can enjoy the presence of each other. For a longer while. -

- How many bathrooms do we have in this Manor? - that teasing tone of her voice and pretended hesitations turn him on even more ...

- Many. - Count admits humbly, but pointing both of his index fingers on himself, he explains why this bathroom is the most suited. - But only this one includes ... - dramatic pause and a pompous gesture of open arms cannot be omitted even now ... - me. Your sweet, lonely, sexy husband. - this gets her. Agatha bursts into laughter, quite enjoying his acting performance and leaves the doorframe. Two steps later, the silky bathrobe, slides down her shoulders, revealing her already recovered pre-pregnancy figure. Count Dracula lost count how many times he has seen his wife naked already. Neither less to say, each time the clothes are discarded, his jaw drops in a silent awe and a few seconds pass, until he is ready to face the reality again. Slowly, Agatha steps into the luxurious bathtub and with goosebumps on her body, biting her lower lip, finally occupies his lap. Silent gasp can be heard on both sides. Once seated, Dracula encircles Agatha's waist and the vampires leans fully to his body, nuzzling her face to Dracula's neck.

- You are quite a comfortable settee, Vlad. - she admits after a while, her body slowly relaxing, succumbing to his touch and the soothing water temperature. - Even if a little bit hard. -

- And that's not even my final form. -

- I know. - and am fully aware how many adventurous possibilities this position could bring. - Nevertheless, I would appreciate a few silent minutes. Just enjoying the touch, music of your choice, warmth of the water. -

- As you wish, my Countess. - Count agrees and does his best to keep his promise. Two or three minutes he successfully avoids any talks, but the more he has to wait to voice his thoughts, the more restless he becomes. Meanwhile, with closed eyes, Agatha completely forgets the outside world, even Dracula's presence underneath ... which is little bit ridiculous, since her face is burrowed to his neck, her body resting against his muscles, her fingers subconsciously playing with the dark hair on his forearms. Five minutes and his will to wait for her permission to speak is over.

- How many she-wolves do we have, actually? - Count Dracula asks suddenly, interrupting the silence. His soft voice returns Agatha to the reality almost immediately. Not understanding what does the number of she-wolves have to do with their bathing time, she rather asks:

- Why? - she knew, that sooner than later, but rather sooner, Dracula's patience would run out, but she would expect him to talk about his day, particularly the Poenari Castle project, that was supposed to be approved by the local government and following, the vast reconstruction should start... that was a call he expected from the early morning.

- Because I met one that wasn't Luna today. - he shrugs his shoulders, caressing those of hers. - Greyish one. - she has a right to be annoyed slightly, but the massage is a perfect strategy winning him her forgivness.

- We have two and if it wasn't Luna, then you met Lesana, her pup. - and it wasn't definitely the first time they encounter each other ... the she-wolf is almost 2 years old already. Agatha's interest is growing. - Where did you meet her? -

- In the nursery. - Count Dracula would expect a shocked sigh, direct look into his eyes that would give him away if he lied ... but nothing like that happens.

- Oh. -

- Just "oh"? - he is the surprised one. Agatha has to admit that it wouldn't be the first time, she and her children spent some time with the wolves ... with 3 particular ones ... but she got so used to their constant presence, that she really perceives them sometimes as dogs.

- Was she there alone with the kids? -

- No. - such an idea (luckily) did not occur to his mind. Only a hint of a danger for his little vampire angels and the killer mode is turned on. - Is it a normal phenomenon that she is there? With them alone? -

- No. - after all, one of them is with the kids all the time. - Tell me what happened. Vlad. - having all her attention, Count explains further enthusiastically.

- Well, I think ... - now it suddenly seems a bit strange even in his eyes... - ... I had a feeling that Aurora called the wolf. -

- Aurora? - she expected some inconvenience, like an attack ... at her husband ...

- Yes, our baby girl. - Agatha raises her eyebrow, though Dracula nods. - I couldn't find her bunny and she already began crying and the air around her was sort of heavy ... vibrating ... and a second later ... the wolf appeared in the nursery, with the bunny in the jaw, that she simply dropped and waited for me to hand it to Aurora ... and our little princess began calming down once she spotted the wolf in the doorframe ... is her sight already so good? Isn't she too young? The books say that the baby sight is a bit limited during the first months. - he prepared himself for the role of a father thoroughly this time - You know, I think that Aurora´s first vampire traits are manifesting. -

- Oh. -

- Oh? Again? - he needs more emotion in the response. - C'mon, Agatha? -

- Fine. - sighing, she rolls her eyes but shares her observations as well. - I admit that I have sensed a bond between our children and Luna's younglings and I don't think that Ares or Lesana would ever endanger them. - he can manipulate the wolves according to his needs, posses their minds ... but there is no actual bond between him and those beasts... not those friendly relationships that Agatha has with her Luna or those no-longer puppies of hers.

- I just said, our Aurora is a little vampire. -

- Which we suspected from the first moments of the pregnancy. - and feared what that could mean for them, for the little ones, for the world...nothing funny or to be joked about. Her reaction then was more tensed ... now she wishes they will all share at least the immortality trait.

- Agatha. -

- Vlad, Aurora and Alexander alike are so far normal babies and unless real signs of vampire nature like bloodthirst, or absence of vital functions, appear, they won't be considered vampires. Okay? -

- I know. -

- Just don't say, you are scared or not happy, curious. - she saw him already checking the gums of their sucklings for some hint of incisors ... several times. - I can sense the vibration you are sending to the air and I am not talking about the vibrations of your erection on my thighs. -

- I am excited, I admit. - he sighs, relieved, finally giving in to the feelings of joy and proudness. - And not only because our babies will be here with us forever and so strong, perfect and majestic as we are. - a walking perfection. That's who he and Agatha are ... not only in his eyes ...

- Alright, honey. - the discussion about the vampiric heritage of their children or the traits that are manifesting from such an early age is not finished at all ... however, Agatha's mind is not willing to think about it further. She needs relax ... - Now do what you to intended to when preparing this bath for me ... I would appreciate the work of your skilful fingers as well ... here. - Dracula has to chuckle. Agatha was always a straightforward woman, but never so much in voicing her sexual needs ... even this improves ... my powerful Countess ... moving his hands between her legs, Dracula spreads them a bit and touches her centre ...

- Here? - he asks, even if Agatha's response to his touch is an enough proof, that he reached the goal ...

- Mhhm. - Agatha nods, smiling in pleasure as Dracula inserts his fingers inside. - Yesss. - she hisses, loving the growing tempo of his movements as well as the movement of his second hand, caressing her breast. - You know me, don't you? -

- Sometimes, yes ... my love. - he kisses her temples, squeezing gently her left breast... which earns him a pleasured moan. - But sometimes you are still a mystery for me. - his pace intensifies even more, his lust reaches the peak (as Agatha's body), he hardens completely, when his wife, calls his name in a sweet torture ... Countess's body stiffens and relaxes at the same time, once the tension inside of her body is released. Dracula sighs heavily when she peaks against his hand. Kissing her neck, licking her jaw, touching her entire body, he fights his urges to take her out of the bathtub and ... fuck her hard.

- Now... - she bits her lip ... - get ... - already panting heavy ... - your cock... - ... she gulps, swallowing empty ... -. inside of me. - sex in the bathtub ... that never occurred to his mind ... isn't it too narrow and small for us? ... who cares? ... nevertheless, he accepts the challenge and fulfils the wishes of his beloved wife...

- TBC -

The focal points of the Balaurs family are the little ones of course, but daddy and mommy need to find some time just for each other as well and bath time is ideal for it ... however, this was supposed to be about the babies only . I adore the way Count Dracula takes care about his little angels and becomes even more human-like in those moments. It's hard to imagine a 15th century warlord changing diapers or even showing his love for his offspring, but luckily, we are in the 21st century and Dracula can be a loving father ... what do you say about the vampire traits manifesting already? Isn't it too soon? Of course, I don't plan to turn them into bloodthirsty little leeches, as I mentioned they will eventually become vampires but this won't happen unless they are over 18 ... I am talking too much just let me know your opinions. As always, I am looking forward to the reviews ...