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The next morning, Alois and Ciel named their new babies.

The firstborn, the larger of the twins, was named Charlotte.

Her younger and somewhat smaller sister was given the delicate name of Isabel.

Their slight size difference was the only way to tell them apart.

Ciel silently worried that she may get them confused and Charlotte would spend her entire life being called Isabel or vice versa.

Alois had no trouble identifying them and it made Ciel a bit envious.

What kind of mother was she going to be if she couldn't even differentiate her own children?

The twins shared their first day of life.

Then their second….

Then their third…..

Ciel was exhausted from the birth and she was very grateful that Alois seemed to take to fatherhood like a duck to water.

Alois was up every night and every time with Ciel that the babies cried.

The blonde would hold one twin and let Ciel hold the other, the blonde had no qualms about changing the babies or helping Ciel in whatever way he could to feed them.

Ciel was tired and sore, but Alois always had a bright, genuine smile on his face.

Ciel was grateful for Alois.

Ciel was also grateful for her babies, but she knew that she would never have made it on her own.

Ciel and Alois passed the twins off as premature, but there were still doubtful murmurs that echoed through London's aristocratic society.

Fortunately, when the babies were a week old, a duchess eloped with a man from a traveling circus and people soon lost interest in speculating over the Trancy twins' conception date.

When the twins were two weeks old, after the third feeding of the night, Alois guided Ciel back to bed and very gently pulled the bluenette into his arms.

"I love you, Ciel." Alois whispered into Ciel's ear, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he laid her against his chest.

"I love you too." Ciel breathed with an exhausted sigh. "You're a good father, Jim. They already adore you."

"You've taken good care of them, Ciel." Alois said with a happy chuckle, "They adore you too."

Weeks evolved into months and soon, Charlotte and Isabel celebrated their first birthday.

Ciel was pleased that they both still looked entirely like her.

The hair…

The face…

The skin…..

There was no sign of Sebastian anywhere.

Ciel always celebrated a small victory when someone would approach the four during family outings and smile at Alois as they exclaimed, "Oh! What a beautiful family you have, sir!"

It was more than believable that Alois was the girls' biological father.

Just before the babies turned two, though, that happiness turned to frustration.

Ciel was getting the girls ready for bed when she noticed something…..

Isabel's eyes looked a bit odd.

In the morning, Ciel called a doctor out to Trancy manor to examine the child.

The doctor arrived and performed his exam, but packed his bag up a few minutes later with a shrug.

"It's uncommon," The physician explained, "But the child's eye color is just changing. Nothing to worry about."

Ciel frowned and looked over at Isabel.

Isabel frowned back at her mother.

Isabel's eyes were turning amber.

Sebastian's shade of amber.

Ciel was distraught, but that night, Alois held the bluenette in his arms and rubbed her back soothingly.

"My darling, we'll just tell everyone it's a genetic problem, but she won't lose her sight. They'll never know." Alois giggled, stealing a kiss from Ciel's lips.

"Yes, but I know. I wanted her eyes blue. Phantomhive blue." Ciel huffed.

Hannah listened outside the door while Alois cooed to Ciel.

A few moments later, the blonde took his precious wife into his arms and made love to her to calm her down.

Hannah smiled to herself.

She had nearly given up after all this time, but Isabel's eye color gave Hannah a shred of hope.

All was not lost yet~.

…..Or maybe it was.

Sebastian never returned.

Although Hannah never stopped searching for Sebastian, hoping to find even a small clue as to where he might be.

The years began to pass.

The twins grew into sweet, beautiful little bluenette girls.

But Isabel's eyes remained amber…...

Alois liked to dress them up like living dolls and they did look adorable toddling around him in their frilly, lacy outfits.

The blonde and his little bluenette cream puffs.

Watching Alois bond with her children only made Ciel fall more in love with him.

Alois was a wonderful father, kind and patient, protective and playful, but ready to discipline if a need arose…

Ciel spent her days involved in the management of her and Alois's now mutually owned assets, maintaining their rank as nobles, and being a mother to her daughters.

Ciel spent her nights in Alois's arms~.

The blonde was so loving and attentive, Ciel could never resist if he asked her gently for a tumble in the sheets…..

When the girls were several years old, on a chilly February morning, a chubby, blue-eyed, baby boy with fluffy, straw blonde hair joined their family.

Alois named his son Lucas Trancy.

Ciel didn't have to wonder very much as to where her husband had come up with the name…

Hannah despised the twins and took every opportunity to be cruel and unfair to them that presented itself.

All behind Alois's and Ciel's backs, of course…..

But Hannah doted on Lucas.

The maid saw the baby boy as an extension of Alois, a small piece of her beloved master himself….

Lucas was the son that Hannah would have borne Alois if she had managed to get Ciel and those pesky, miniature, bluenette vermin out of her way…

Something told Hannah to not give up, through….

Each day brought a new string of opportunities.

Possibilities.

Hannah had a rough time, spending years watching Alois fawn over Ciel and his children….

Completely ignoring her…

But that was alright, really.

Yes, Hannah had a quiet confidence that her day was coming very, very soon.

"Good morning, my darling butterfly." Alois purred into Ciel's ear once he woke.

It was Charlotte and Isabel's eighth birthday and Alois had promised the girls a special trip to London that day to let them pick out new dresses.

But that didn't mean the blonde couldn't spend a minute with his beloved Ciel first….

"Mmm, Good morning…." Ciel replied with a groggy yawn.

Alois bent down and kissed the bluenette just as she opened her eyes.

Ciel blinked in surprise at first and then she closed her eyes softly and kissed the blonde back, putting her arms around his neck.

Alois deepened their kiss and as he moved over Ciel, the bluenette felt his arousal push angrily against her leg.

Ciel pulled away for a moment and raised an eyebrow at Alois. "Aren't you taking the twins to London today?"

Alois giggled and said with a smile. "Claude's packing the carriage. Hannah's feeding them breakfast….."

Alois's eyes grew hazy with lust as his fingers trailed across Ciel's chest, ghosting over her nipples.

Alois smirked when he flicked his finger over one rosy peak and earned an eager whimper from the bluenette.

Alois purred as he leaned in and gave Ciel a hungry look, "So I guess that gives you and me a moment alone, my darling Ciel~..."

It was a good thing that the previous Earl Trancy had Victorian era soundproofing installed in the bedroom walls.

Alois didn't care if the servants heard, but he was very glad that his children couldn't hear what he was about to do to their mother~.

While Alois ravished Ciel, Hannah stood over the stove, grudgingly preparing the children's breakfast.

Little Lucas was in his high chair, blinking at the maid with happy, ocean-blue eyes.

Isabel and Charlotte were chatting excitedly with each other, until Hannah interrupted.

"Quiet, both of you! Children should be seen, not heard." The maid snapped.

"It's our birthday, Miss Hannah." Charlotte retorted.

"We were just talking about what kind of dress we want father to buy us today." Isabel frowned.

"What does it matter what kind of dress you have?" Hannah asked Isabel. "With eyes like that, what you wear won't make very much of a difference."

Isabel frowned in shame and looked down at her lap.

The smallest twin's eyes were still amber-colored…..

Sebastian's eyes.

Eyes that didn't match bluenette hair very well….

Ciel had told everyone it was a disease that couldn't be caught.

Isabel thought there was something wrong with her, but her bolder, stronger sister Charlotte didn't.

"I think your eyes are very pretty." Charlotte said reassuringly, placing one of her hands over Isabel's.

"Really?" Little Isabel asked her sister with a hopeful smile.

Charlotte went on, "Yes and father does too. You know he always says—-"

"SEEN not HEARD." Hannah interrupted again, slamming two bowls of plain, watery oatmeal in front of the girls.

Now Charlotte and Isabel both frowned, looking down at their bland birthday breakfast with long faces.

"Can we have some cinnamon?" Isabel asked while they watched Hannah feed Lucas a pastry, taking the time to crumble it up for the baby so his chubby little fingers could grip the pieces easily.

"We're out of cinnamon." Hannah said without turning around.

"Is there any sugar?" Charlotte asked.

"Children don't need sugar." Hannah said without hesitation.

"But you're giving brother sugar right now." Charlotte reasoned with narrowed eyes.

"That's different." Hannah said, smiling as she watched what was practically baby Alois smiling with glee as he gobbled down his pastry.

Charlotte and Isabel exchanged a glance.

They couldn't see the difference between themselves and their little brother, but Hannah could.

Hannah could, indeed.

Once Alois managed to pry himself away from Ciel, he and the twins departed for London.

The twins told Alois about their breakfast and what they had been fed.

To compensate, Alois took the girls to the most renowned pastry shop in London and let them order whatever they wanted.

Alois would deal with Hannah when they returned home…...

After breakfast, Alois took the girls to select their dresses and he even bought them several new toys before he ran a few errands, letting them play by the carriage under Claude's supervision.

Claude stood there stoically while Charlotte and Isabel tossed a ball back and forth to each other on the sidewalk.

Claude did not make the best butler or the best babysitter…...

The spider butler was too busy adjusting his glasses to watch the girls closely.

Once, Charlotte threw the ball a bit too hard and Isabel failed to catch it.

The ball rolled into the street, between the carriage wheels, under the horse's hooves, all the way to the vendors stalls at the end of the adjacent alley.

Because of her strange eyes, Isabel had always felt like she was at fault for something.

Something she couldn't quite name….

The last thing Isabel wanted to feel responsible for was losing the shiny, new ball that her father had just given her and Charlotte.

Without a word, Isabel ran out into the street, darting dangerously between carriages and people, determined to retrieve their toy.

"Isabel! Come back!" Charlotte shouted.

The tiny bluenette ran over and grabbed Claude's coattails. "Mr. Claude! Mr. Claude! Please help my sister!" Charlotte begged.

"Oh?" Claude blinked. "Has she gone somewhere?"

The ball rolled and rolled down the slanted cobblestone street.

The ball rolled all the way down the alley until it eventually came to rest against a shiny, black leather shoe.

A man's shoe.

Sebastian's shoe.

Sebastian Michaelis just happened to be in the market, at that stall, and at the exact right place at the exact right time to feel the tiny tap against his shoe that would forever change his life.

Sebastian blinked and looked towards his feet.

With a curious frown, Sebastian bent down and picked up the ball.

That was when he felt a tug on his pants leg.

"Please, Mister, can I have my ball back?" Isabel asked behind him.

Sebastian turned around and his eyes widened in shock.

Sebastian didn't know what to say.

Sebastian didn't know what to think.

In front of him stood a child, a little lady, with that same shade of bluenette hair he had only ever seen on…...Ciel…

Sebastian narrowed his eyes incredulously at the little girl in front of him.

Her eyes were….

Her eyes were his eyes!

The child had Sebastian's eyes…

How was that possible?!

Isabel looked confused at Sebastian's reaction and she asked timidly, "Do I know you, sir?"

Sebastian, with his eyes still narrowed, bent down to Isabel's level and offered her the ball as he asked, "What's your name, little one?"

"Isabel." Isabel replied timidly, gladly taking her ball from Sebastian's hand.

"Isabel…..?" Sebastian asked.

"Isabel Trancy." Isabel blinked.

Why was this strange man so interested in her name?

"What's your mother's name?" Sebastian asked.

"Mother." Isabel shrugged.

Isabel was still too young to realize the people she called mother and father had other names….

Sebastian would have probably let it go, maybe, if Claude had not appeared at the end of the street and called out, "Lady Isabel, please come back at once!"

Isabel looked into Sebastian's amber eyes as father and daughter met unknowingly for the first time, and then she turned and ran towards Claude.

Sebastian had been kneeling.

Sebastian stood just as Claude turned around and walked Isabel back to the carriage.

Claude had not seen Sebastian.

But Sebastian certainly saw Claude…

The former Phantomhive butler frowned to himself in the busy, London street.

Sebastian had not returned to check on his bluenette in years.

Perhaps a visit was long overdue…..