Twins are no longer such small babies, quite the contrary, they are slowly exploring the world. Speaking first words, already trying to walk without help, they started to wonder and ask a lot of questions. The vampire parents have to handle each situation and do so masterfully, even Dracula whose love towards his children is returned even in greater amounts
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CHAPTER 23
First steps, first questions
- Drago. - Count Dracula cheerfully calls his toddler son, who hearing the sound of his father´s voice immediately smiles. - Come to pappa. - opening his arms wide, he invites his little prince to join him in playing. The named one is balancing on his tiny legs, leaning against the wooden cradle, clenching its framing in his small strong hands as he looks for support. Though, there is one person who frowns a bit.
- It's Alex, Vlad. - they already had many discussions concerning this topic and as it seems, Count ignores it constantly. - Our boy is named Alexander. - Count however only shrugs his shoulder, returning Agatha's frown with a giant smile ... his boy after all, reacted to his calling and now, cautiously, step by step, walks toward him.
- He knows, who I am addressing. - indeed, the little boy has perfect reactions, just like his sister, that is now drinking tea from the plastic tea cups with her mother, ignoring the little exchange of opinions.
- It might be confusing for such a small child. - Agatha arguments further and places the China porcelain on the tiny wooden table, meanwhile replacing the plastic cupcake in Aurora´s hand with a brownie, she baked in the morning. The little girl wants to protest at first, but the brownie is much tastier, thus she giggles satisfied.
- Our son is intelligent like his father and doesn't struggle with his names, right my little angel? - those last steps are hurried ...
- Pappa! - the little boy shouts with joy when he reaches the safety of his father´s arms. Placing the little one on his knees, Dracula asks the probing question.
- Now tell mommy, who is Drago? - Alexander Balaur chuckles and snuggling to his father, taking the handed wooden soldier into his hand, looks at Agatha.
- Me! - he exclaims, showing off all his teeth.
- And who is Alex? - Count needs to prove his point and well, succeeds. Again, his son, answers correctly.
- Me! - the little boy chuckles when his father tickles him.
- Who is Ares? - another question of the proud father follows. Instead of a direct answer, Alex inhales slowly and consistently until his fully functioning lungs are completely full of air and then ...
- AUH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. - ... he releases a master howl, that spreads through the entire nursery, maybe even mansion. - Wolfie. My. Aues. -
- That´s correct. Clever boy. - Dracula praises his son and looks at Agatha with a victory in his eyes. - See, my dear, it´s not confusing. Is it? - now, Count Dracula looks at his daughter, who still hasn't finished her snack and is eagerly awaiting what her dad says. - What do you say, Catalina? - this is a game, the little girl likes to play. Never lacking answers, she points her forefinger at herself and replies:
- That´s me, pappa. - she giggles, reacting immediately and smiles. - And my wolfie ... Lesana. - repeating her older brother´s audible demonstration, she howls as well. - AUH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. - the sound coming out of her mouth is even louder, reaching higher octave and thus, Alexander who wants to reach the level of his twin sister, howls anew, adding more volume. Nursery is immediately filled with howling, that even Count Dracula himself joins. Wilding, like being in the middle of the forest, the Balaur twins and their father start to laugh as soon as they stop, only Agatha shakes her head in disapproval, that disappears as soon as her daughter places a loud peck on her cheek, leaving a chocolate crumble on her skin. In the next moment, the joy grows exponentially ... a smaller pack of wolves enters the room and before running to the little explorers, the tamed beasts check each nook and corner as if searching for any source of possible danger that might have evoked such an intensive howling.
- Wolfie! - the toddlers call in unison, enormously happy, that their beloved pets joined them. Each child is licked by their respective wolf and even Agatha doesn't escape the affection of her she-wolf ... only Count Dracula is left with dry cheeks and now empty arms as well. His children decided to cuddle to their animal friends.
- Oh honey, we need to find a wolf for you as well. - Agatha giggles, even though her tone of the voice is truly considerate. - Maybe Rolo, the pack leader, would be the best choice for you. - Count shakes his head, meanwhile his wife muses. He has no intention to befriend the wolves ... they are his subordinates after all.
- I quite enjoy the role of the pack´s master. I don't need my personal body-guard and as you know, I would welcome if the wolves remained outside. - now his wife vehemently rolls her eyes. In her opinion, the wolves are useful even as occasional members of the household. They guard their children constantly, serve much better than any baby-cameras and well, mostly successfully occupy the attention of her little explorers who find the beast more than adorable.
- Always grumpy around the wolves. - Agatha muses in amusement. - How come? One would say they are your pals. -
- I am not grumpy, just establishing my dominance. -
- Say that to the mirror, that reflects back your sad face. -
- Pappa sad? - Aurora´s ears pick up this word. She very well knows its meaning already. At once she stops brushing Lesana with her doll´s comb and runs to her father. - Sad bad. - she caresses his cheek with intention to make it better. - Happy good. - Count´s frown of disagreement (not sadness) is quickly replaced with a wide smile, that however changes to confusion, when Aurora leaves him (he expected a make-it-better hug). Instead, the little girl runs to the other end of the room, grabbing something into her hand. Sooner than he would expect though, the little angel returns and with a cheerful voice asks.
- Cookie? - now Dracula understands. Cookies always bring smiles to his children´s gloomy faces and as it seems the little one is applying this soothing tactic on him as well. Clever girl! Just like her mother. Intelligent and compassionate ...
- You can keep it, honey ... - though the little girl has a different opinion and once standing in front of her father, sticks the chocolate cookie into his mouth. Dracula's eyes widen, he almost starts choking, trying not to swallow.
- Eat. Mommy made. - she directs and stabilising herself, places her palm on Dracula's biceps. - Yummi. - now the white shirt carries the imprint of her hand ... surprised Count manages not to swallow the indeed tasty looking dessert; thus, his mouth remains full, forming a bulge on his cheek ... Alexander begins paying attention to his father anew. Noticing what Aurora put into his mouth, the little Transylvanian prince frowns dissatisfied.
- Aulola, - Alexander looks at his sister with a slight remorse, pronouncing her name with small difficulties. - Cookie too. Please. - now Agatha stands up, suppressing another laugh outburst and with a colourful plate full of cookies walks towards her son and instead of Aurora hands him the tasty treat ... that he soon splits and shares with Ares.
- Papa happy. - Aurora evaluates and concludes: - Happy me. -
- Thank you, my little princess. - Aurora's cheeks redden ... she pecks her father´s cheek, leaving another chocolate mark there and returns to her wolf, joining her brother in game. Now he can spill out the indeed delicious cookie and wrap it into a clean handkerchief.
- Aren't they perfect, Vlad? - Agatha joins her husband, who is lost in the sight of his little twin happiness.
- They are. - he nods and has to smile, when Agatha starts thoroughly wiping the smudge on his cheek. - You wouldn't say 125 years ago that I could be such a ... uhm ... loving, caring husband and father. Would you? -
- And would you? - good question that has only one correct answer.
- No. - there's no need to muse. - Certainly not. - quite the contrary, he would call anyone even implying something like that, simply crazy. - Anything nearing this reality would be considered impossible and ... well, not suiting my life-style. -
- Exactly. - his cheek all clean, is now rewarded with a quick kiss. - Now, our little ones are fully occupied, so I would propose you get changed to something clean and maybe take Hector for a quick ride? -
- You want to get rid of me? - Dracula jests, even if this idea sounds tempting. Even he needs some time alone ... Agatha nods, seeing very well, how appealing this idea is to her lovely husband.
- How clever you are, my dear. - how he loves this wide and teasing smile. - Go and check our lands, meanwhile I will teach Aurora and Alexander some new words. - Dracula nods, standing up immediately.
- I will be back by the dinner time. Alright? - Agatha nods and standing up as well, gives him one last see-you-soon kiss. Consequently, happy Count leaves and she joins her children.
-/-
Sitting on the fluffy carpet a tablet lies in front of the Balaur twins and their mother. Colourful blocks surround them and the toddlers are cheering, pointing at the correct colour, meanwhile their mother sings:
- Red and yellow and pink and green
Purple and orange and blue -
- Blue! - Alexander wins this round, being the faster one and reaching for the correct colour, hands it to his mother that stops for a while.
- Clever boy. - she praises him, brushing his dark baby curls, though looks at saddened Aurora, that likes to win just like her brother. She needs her chance as well ... - Aurora, tell me, what else is blue? - the little girl doesn't have to think twice.
- Sky. - and she points outside to the cloud-free heavens.
- Correct the sky is blue. What else. Who knows? -
- Sea. - Alexander joins the game as well ... Aurora not wanting to lose again, stands up and hugging Agatha with one arm around her neck, points at her face.
- Eyes. - now, Alexander frowns and stands up as well.
- Sing, mommy. Please. - no more words occur so quickly to his mind and the best way to save his reputation is to change the topic. Just like Vlad.
- Alright. - Agatha nods and embraces them both at once, seating them on her knees again. - But join me. Both. Each word you already know, needs to be sung. Deal? - both children eagerly nod.
- I can sing a rainbow -
- Lainbow! - both exclaim in unison, giggling and pointing at the picture depicting the colourful bridge to heavens that Agatha drew them earlier today.
- Sing a rainbow -
- Lainbow! -
- Sing a rainbow too -
The vampiress sings with joy, quite amused by the reaction of her children every time, they share similar moments.
- Lainbow! - they exclaim again, now waking up Lesana, that joins them producing an enormous, melodic yawn, that makes the children laugh even more. Agatha though continues and the little ones focus again.
- Listen with your eyes -
- Eyes. - now they point at each other's eyes, not competing anymore, but having genuine fun together.
- Listen with your ears -
- Eals. - having difficulties to pronounce the letter "r" they point the forefingers at Lesana´s ears.
- And sing everything you see -
Both children take this literally and instead of focusing further on the song, they just jump on their feet and start naming everything around ... Agatha eventually rests her vocals, nevertheless the music from the tablet continues playing. Each step of the two youngest members of the Dracula clan is less uncertain and more balanced, courageous.
- Book. - Aurora takes the singing book from her small tea-table, however, Alexander runs towards ... - Bed. - he climbs to it and takes his plushie toy. - Elephant. - now, Aurora chooses her animal and with the book still in hand, runs to Lesana. - Wolfie. My. - then she searches with her eyes her older brother, who already looks for her as well. As if communicating with each other, they hurry their steps toward Agatha.
- MOMMY! - both call loudly and collapse in her arms, snuggling to the safety of her body. - LOVE! -
- Love you too, darlings. - each one receives a kiss on top of the head and a gentle caress of the tiny back. - Now, what would you say to a little walk outside, hm? - Agatha asks kissing those two at the top of their little heads. Aurora and Alexander, hug their mom even firmer.
-Cuddle more. - Aurora whispers, hiding her face into Agatha's chest, just like her twin brother, who nods, agreeing.
-Then go. - dead heart of Agatha Balaur never felt more alive as in such similar moments, never ever before was it so full with love and joy, only once she reunited with her husband and became a mother of his children …
-My little loves, mommy will cuddle you as much as you wish. - how calming is the rhythmic heartbeat of happiness, that now echoes in her chest as well ...
-/-
As promised, Count Dracula returned right on time for the dinner. Satisfied, relaxed, unwind ... a small land trip with his horse was a great idea and he didn't even know how much he needed it ... definitely, I need to repay it to Agatha. Give her few moments of rest ... just for herself. But not now. At this very moment, he walks toward the kitchen, that is already full of baby chatter and Agatha's gentle voice. She cooks. Each and every day, so the little ones have the best and always fresh food. When they bought the mansion, they never thought the kitchen would be of any use, especially that they will use it for cooking ... baby meals.
- Aurora, don't play with the food. - Agatha raises her eyebrow, though the little one just giggles and looks at her brother, who waits for his turn, smiling mischievously as well ... - Be a good girl. - both sitting in high-chair are being fed alternately by Agatha ... usually it's faster than letting them eat or try to eat without their help ... but right now, they are full of energy and if they could, they would definitely prefer playing with their mother, not eating … or at least, just like now, playing with the food, when their mom pays attention to the other one. As it seems, it wasn't such a good idea to go outside to the patio and wanton with the wolves, and the evening bath in bathtub filled with floating toys hasn't had calming effect as well. The bathroom is wet, needs to be mopped as they splashed the water all around, but Agatha hoped that all the activity would tire her children at least a bit …
-It seems that someone needs assistance here. - Count steps to the light, with an amused smile.
-Pappa! - Dracula is greeted with cheerful exclamation, arms of both children are reaching for him and Agatha just sighs, as her attempts to feed them are failing, once Dracula takes them both to his arms.
-Vlad, you are undermining my authority, you know? -
-I am not, darling. - that's the last thing he would do, though He must admit, that he is spoiling both definitely more. - Darlings, mommy said that you are troubling her. -
-No. -
-Yes. - Agatha contradicts and points to the half-empty bowls. - Now, pappa will put you on your chair once again and watch you thoroughly. - little ones swallow empty, however nod and obey. Agatha takes the spoon again and starts feeding them again. Alexander, as well as Aurora eye their father every now and then. After few bites though, Alexander observes a shocking fact.
- Pappa, no food. - Alexander points at the empty space and absent plate in front of Dracula, meanwhile consuming another spoon of pea's cream.
- Hungry. Dinner. Eat. Hm? - even Aurora joins her brother.
- Mommy. Pappa hungry too. - she rather addresses directly her mother, who in her clever eyes, has always something to eat for everyone.
- Oh, no honey. - Count protests quickly, giving her reassuring smile. - I am not hungry. You two need to eat. -
- Pappa eats, I eat. - Alexander decides and to protest, closes his mouth, not accepting another spoon that his mom tries to feed him with, simply turning his head to side.
- Yes. - Aurora joins her brother and now resembling Count Dracula more than ever, purses her lips insisting on her own. - Pappa eats, I eat. -
- Pappa is not hungry. - Agatha tries to persuade them but the little ones do not accept the food, just shake their heads in unison and frown.
- Mommy is right. Darlings. You need to eat. To grow properly. -
- No. - Aurora insists on her own. - Pappa. Eat. With me and Alex. Pwease. - pleading look appears on Aurora's face. She even reaches for Dracula's hand, touching just the tip of his forefinger. Now, Count struggles. He is helpless. Both of his children master the puppy-eyes look, winning over him each time. But what can I do? He never missed the regular food, though from time to time, mainly in company of other people, it would be a welcome change ... especially now, when he leads a regular life and would like to share such jolly moments over the table with his children.
- Fine. - he gives up and receives two happy looks and one shocked one.
- Are you sure, Vlad? - Agatha is surprised. At first: her twins never minded the fact that they eat meanwhile their parents never join them. Of course, she knew there will be a time when they will question the absence of plates on the table, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. Second: Dracula agreed, risking sickness from full stomach, that no longer proceeds the food.
- Yes. I´ll join them. - he nods and stands up, nearing the fridge that he opens. Now, Agatha watches him ... after all, the soup is on the stove, still warm ... though she doesn't have that much time musing over it, because the little ones demand her attention again.
- Mummy. - Alexander calls her back to reality. - Hungry. - and he opens his mouth wide, just like Aurora. Soon after, Count Dracula joins them again with a soup bowl that doesn't contain soup ... but ... a content of a blood-bag. With spoon in one hand, Count places the bowl on the table and sitting down, starts to eat. Twins clap joyfully, cheering that they don't eat alone and curiously observe their father eating not so identical soup. Count Dracula eats slowly ... it's so strange to consume blood this way ... with spoon.
- Pappa has different soup. Led. My gleen. - Alexander frowns when spotting the difference. - Can I tly, pappa? - he asks, after his feeding turn ... he can see that they don't have the same meal. Dracula's eyes widen for a moment, Agatha's as well. Think of something! His mind has to work quickly.
- It's only for adults, Alex. - not that clever response as he would think, but usually it works this way and his almost 21 months old toddlers, are satisfied with such an answer ... not this time though
- Why? - Aurora joins the conversation, with mouth half-full. The age of discoveries and countless questions begins. - I share. You share. - she didn't mind splitting the cookie and hand it to her daddy. Dracula sighs, helplessly looking at Agatha. The vampiress doesn't hesitate that much and simply answers.
- Daddy has a special food. - both children want to know more. At once, at the same time, they ask again.
- Special? - Agatha only nods, wiping the lost drops of green crème soup from Aurora´s and Alexander´s chin as well.
- It stops the growth. - even Dracula opens his eyes wide. How clever! Why didn't this occur to my mind? Both youngest members of the Balaur family swallow empty. They want to be as tall as their mother and father one day and each meal, they struggle to finish, they listen to the same, repeated words: eat or you won´t grow ... you won´t have enough strength to play with your toys ...
- Yes? - they blink and look at each other. Agatha nods with solemn face, meanwhile Dracula has hard time to suppress giggling. Those facial expression of his children are so funny, genuine and meaningful.
- Yes, darling. Daddy and I have to eat different meals. - she tries to explain, even if the idea she wants to present her kids with is quite absurd. Normally, she would laugh at such an idea, probably later, when her babies are asleep, she will burst into laughter ... now she tries to remain as serious as possible. - If you tried it, you would remain a small baby for ever and if daddy didn't eat it, he would become a giant. - now, the little ones gasp in awe, covering their mouths, no longer longingly looking at the red content.
- Big? - Alex raises his arms to show his concept of a giant.
- Yes, Alex. - Agatha nods and Dracula finally confirms her statements as well.
- I wouldn't fit to the house then. - Alexander covers his mouth in an amazement ...
- Pappa, finish all! - Aurora directs him, seeing that there is still something left in his bowl. - You big enough! -
- As you command, my princess. - now Aurora chuckles and finishes her own bowl, just like Alexander a moment later.
-/-
- I will lull them, my dear. - Dracula offers his help not only by taking the dishes from the table and filling the dishwasher. - Rest in the bathtub, hm? - gentle and tempting offer, indeed.
- Will you? - soft smile beautifies her face. She hesitates for a moment though. She enjoys evening routine. Reading a story, intonating each fairy-tale character with a specific voice, feeling the warmth of Aurora's and Alexander's body, watching their peaceful sleeping figures ... on the other hand, Dracula deserves such moments alone with their toddlers as well. Decided. - Should I wait for you, Vlad, my dear? -
- I´ll join you later, Agatha. - encircling her waist with one arm, he draws her closer and kisses lightly on her lips. - I'll be right back with you. -
- Alright. - releasing her, he turns around and looks at Aurora and Alexander, sitting in the high-chairs.
- Ready for a goodnight story, my little darlings? -
- YESSSS! - they exclaim at the same time, reaching out for their beloved father, that easily manages to take them both into his arms at the same time.
- Say goodnight to mommy. -
- Goodnight, mommy. - they reply and wave her goodbye, smiling softly as they snuggle to Dracula.
- Sweet dreams, Aurora. Sweet dreams, Alexander. - she waves them back and proceeds with cleaning the dishes. Soon after, the dishwasher is on and Agatha leaves the kitchen, heading to the bathroom. Hot bath, that's what she needs right now ...
-/-
- Sit with me tonight, pappa. - Aurora pleads her father softly, who together with the fairy-tale book has already seated himself comfortably on the armchair in between two little beds.
- Honey, - Count begins, though is interrupted immediately by his toddler son. Alexander Balaur, with a frown of disagreement sits down on his bed, removing the blanket.
- No pappa. - he protests, - Sit on my bed! -
- No, Alex. - little Transylvanian princess frowns as well and just like her brother, removes the blanket for her father to join her. - I asked first. -
- I want pappa too, Aulola. - the little one purses hi lips in a protest and once again, Count recognizes his features in this childish approach, that is definitely not foreign to his own face. - Cuddle, daddy. -jumping on his feet, Alexander hurries to his father and climbs on his knees.
- Cuddle me! - Aurora repeats brother´s actions and leaves the bed as well, finding her place on the free knee. Now each one cuddles to the silent warlord, who really expects a fight. None of the vampires doubted that having twins will be easy and not challenging and not only because a vampire child times two is a HUGE unknown. Fighting for the attention was though somewhere at the bottom of the "struggles" list and expected to happen much later.
- Darlings, both need to return to the beds or there will be no bedtime story. - caressing their backs, he gives them well-telling look that he means that seriously. - If you are not in your beds, I won´t be able to read it. -
- No? - Alexander wonders though Aurora takes his shirt in her palms and clutches him strongly.
- No. Impossible. - Counts replies, trying to avoid that pleading look that rests on both little faces ... failing miserably. - The words would mingle and the drawings disappear. You would need to fall asleep without a fairy-tale. - both kids sigh in astonishment, looking at each other and then their father anew. Dracula already believes he won, outwitted his little ones, though quite the opposite happens.
- I want cuddle, pappa. - Aurora murmurs quietly, tearfully, already prepared to shed a few tears.
- Story and cuddle. - Alexander joins his sister, hugging his father, who sighs defeated. There´s no way he would persuade them to follow his instruction. How come, Agatha has no issues when reading them goodnight story? He wonders. Now only one solution occurs to Count´s mind, that already outwitted countless numbers of people, though fails miserably to win over his two little angels. With a sigh of surrender, Dracula hugs them back and instructs:
- Put your arms around my neck, ok? - children obey instantly, tears are returning back to the tear-canals. With arms full of his offspring, Count Dracula stands up, though before leaving the nursery Alexander reminds him of a very important thing:
- Plushies, pappa. - Aurora agreeingly nods as well and places a thank-you kiss on Dracula's cheek, as soon as she safely clutches her bunny. Following, the nursery is left empty and soon, Dracula stands in front of the master bedroom and opening the door walks toward his and Agatha´s large bed. As soon as the twins spot the bed, smiles of relief appear on their faces. Shortly after, they lie in the bed, covered with the soft blanket and turn those puppy eyes pleadingly at their father, sitting on the edge of the bed.
- Middle, pappa. - they part a bit to provide him with more space. Count sighs again, though obeys, looking quickly at the door, leading to the master bathroom. There, definitely Agatha already relaxes. He can hear the sound of the water, caressing her body instead of his hands as well as the calming sound of her favourite songs ... and now he doubts, that he will join his wife that soon.
- Read, pappa. - Aurora's touch brings him back to the reality. Two little angels snuggle back to him and curiously look at the thick book and joining their forces, open the richly illustrated fairy-tales, giving him another tender look. Count Dracula smiles back and kissing each black-haired angel, starts to read with his deep, calming voice:
- Once upon a time ... -
-/-
Wrapped finally in a towel, Agatha stands in front of a bathroom mirror and wonders. Where´s Vlad? Hopefully, he hasn't prolonged the reading for such a long time ... it´s already past 9 ... she huffs, knowing very well how easily Dracula can surrender to his children, allowing them almost everything ... even at such a young age. Taking the brush, she quickly begins untangling her hair. She took an hour-long bath, expecting that he would join her somewhere in the middle and massage her shoulders ... maybe even engage in a relaxing sexual act ... the gramophone though stopped playing, water became colder and her patience ran out. Agatha's rich hair is brushed, she is ready to leave. Opening the door, she turns off the light and stepping to the bedroom, finds the reason of Dracula's absence. Their large bed is now occupied by 3 black haired heads immersed in a deep slumber. Fairy-tale book lies on Dracula's knees, meanwhile Aurora and Alexander snuggled to his torso, hold their plushie pets that now cover the Lord of the Darkness. This undead man doesn't need regular sleep at all. Three times a week are more than enough and few days after the child-birth, was the vampire resistance to sleep very useful as the crying of their children in the middle of the night, did not disturb their regeneration attempt. However, ever since the little Balaurs grew older and the older duo started to read them good-night stories, Dracula falls asleep quite easily as if the sleepy state of their toddlers lulled him to unnecessary resting as well. With a tender smile, Agatha lovingly gazes at the scenery in front of her eyes and takes a few minutes to enjoy it, before she steps froward and walks toward the bed. Cautiously, bending over the sleeping figures, she places a kiss on each forehead and almost chuckles when her husband huffs in protest after her lips leave his cold forehead. Now there are two options for the vampiress ... either she leaves the peaceful trio to their dreams and enjoys her free time ... or joins her loved ones in such tender moments ... It´s not that hard decision. Agatha climbs carefully to the bed and lying on her side, embraces all three of them, hiding her face in Dracula's neck.
- Good night, my loves. - she whispers to the peaceful silence and closes her eyes ...
- ?TBC? -
Another chapter with our little vampire angels is over and I hope, you enjoyed it at least a bit. It's hard for me to write this baby chapters as I don't know that much about children at similar age. Nonetheless, I hope it's at least a bit authentic ... Dracula is a good father, isn't he? How the little ones adore him and he fulfils all their wishes.
Now, I need your honest opinion. Do you like the progress of the story? Isn't it boring you? Do you still enjoy it? Don't get me wrong, I love this story and writing it too. There are still some ideas in my head that need to be put on a paper, I just want to know if it is still worthy for you as well.
Let me know your opinions, my friends!