*A/N* Thank you all that reviewed!! I almost cry every time I read one...
They make me so happy! lol
The song Breathing by Lifehouse is used. I don't own it (I said it, now you can't sue me!! muahahahaha)
Twin Lights... Breathing
Christian paid the doctor (with much effort) and bid his friends goodnight after they'd ogled the twins with amazement. The nurse put them to bed and left behind the doctor. Satine was asleep immediately after. He was left alone with his children.
He tiptoed to the large crib in the corner of the bedroom. He and Satine were planning on buying a house in the countryside as soon as they saved enough money. Apparently his play was a success (he hadn't gotten to see the ending, much to his chagrin), and hopefully that day would come soon.
They were sleeping quietly, their tiny fists curled up tightly, their chests rising and falling softly with each soft breath. Christian stroked little Jared's head gently. He stirred, but didn't wake up.
"I want nothing more than, to sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing, is where I wanna be..."
Ian stretched and yawned. Christian couldn't help but laugh quietly. Most of his face was covered in freckles, and his hair was fiery red. From what he'd seen earlier, this little one's eyes were bright green. Christian had a feeling he'd be a mischievous one.
Jared, on the other hand, had hair black as night, and deep blue eyes. His soul seemed to hold many secrets, even though he'd just been born. He was quieter than his brother, but there was no doubt Jared would be a heartbreaker later on.
"I just want to be here now...
I want nothing more than to sit outside Heaven's door and
Listen to you breathing is where I wanna be..."
Satine sat up and watched Christian sing softly to the babies. He wasn't coming to bed tonight. She smiled and fell back asleep, still hearing his voice in her mind.
He didn't sleep that night, just to make sure Jared and Ian where still breathing.
*** A few months later...
***
Ian gurgled happily from his position on the floor, Toulouse sitting right behind him with paint all over him. Jared and Christian sat facing them, with a very large canvas separating the two groups.
Jared giggled as his brother threw red paint on him, covering more of his multicolored hair. Ian got yellow paint on his shirt in return.
"How was this supposed to work again?" Christian asked, dodging paint.
"Let theiw cwreativity shine thwough." Toulouse responded while showing Ian the proper way to hold a paintbrush.
Christian could only laugh. "How about we cover them in paint, and they can crawl all over the canvas."
Toulouse had the brilliant idea of teaching the twins to paint at an early age, so they could truly demonstrate their genuine status of "Children of the Revolution". Much to his dismay, it wasn't going as well as planned.
"I think they've already done that," Satine said as she entered the garret. "What on earth is going on?"
"Toulouse is showing our sons how to paint," Christian said, casting a quick glance upwards. She did not look too happy. "Um, Toulouse? What do you say we stop for today?"
Toulouse got the message quickly, and after handing Ian to his father, left, avoiding Satine's amused stare.
"Dada!" Ian shouted his only word happily.
"Yes. Dada's going to get you boys cleaned up," Satine told the twin. She then commanded Christian, "Now scoot. I want them squeaky clean before supper."
Christian laughed. "Yes ma'am. Anything else?"
**A welcome home kiss would be nice.**
**No problem.** He leaned over, their lips met quickly and pulled apart just as fast, for Jared was tugging playfully on his mother's hair, now covered in blue paint.
Christian quickly rushed to the bathroom, laughing as he went. She looked good in blue.
**And you look just charming in your red, orange and purple outfit.**
Satine bent down and began picking up the paint-covered paintbrushes, smearing rainbow colors all over herself as she went. A loud splash emitted from the bathroom, accompanied by a chorus of giggles.
They were trouble, but they were worth it. Yup, this was an adventure. And every day was just like it. Finally, life was worth living, a roller coaster ride for every moment. What more could you ask for?
From the large puddle of water he was kneeling in, Christian thought the exact same thing. Another splash. It didn't matter; he was already soaked from head to toe. What more could you ask for?
*A/N* sorry, that was short and equally pointless. There will be a point to this story, I promise. But yay! I love those little guys, there just so cute!
The song Breathing by Lifehouse is used. I don't own it (I said it, now you can't sue me!! muahahahaha)
Twin Lights... Breathing
Christian paid the doctor (with much effort) and bid his friends goodnight after they'd ogled the twins with amazement. The nurse put them to bed and left behind the doctor. Satine was asleep immediately after. He was left alone with his children.
He tiptoed to the large crib in the corner of the bedroom. He and Satine were planning on buying a house in the countryside as soon as they saved enough money. Apparently his play was a success (he hadn't gotten to see the ending, much to his chagrin), and hopefully that day would come soon.
They were sleeping quietly, their tiny fists curled up tightly, their chests rising and falling softly with each soft breath. Christian stroked little Jared's head gently. He stirred, but didn't wake up.
"I want nothing more than, to sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing, is where I wanna be..."
Ian stretched and yawned. Christian couldn't help but laugh quietly. Most of his face was covered in freckles, and his hair was fiery red. From what he'd seen earlier, this little one's eyes were bright green. Christian had a feeling he'd be a mischievous one.
Jared, on the other hand, had hair black as night, and deep blue eyes. His soul seemed to hold many secrets, even though he'd just been born. He was quieter than his brother, but there was no doubt Jared would be a heartbreaker later on.
"I just want to be here now...
I want nothing more than to sit outside Heaven's door and
Listen to you breathing is where I wanna be..."
Satine sat up and watched Christian sing softly to the babies. He wasn't coming to bed tonight. She smiled and fell back asleep, still hearing his voice in her mind.
He didn't sleep that night, just to make sure Jared and Ian where still breathing.
*** A few months later...
***
Ian gurgled happily from his position on the floor, Toulouse sitting right behind him with paint all over him. Jared and Christian sat facing them, with a very large canvas separating the two groups.
Jared giggled as his brother threw red paint on him, covering more of his multicolored hair. Ian got yellow paint on his shirt in return.
"How was this supposed to work again?" Christian asked, dodging paint.
"Let theiw cwreativity shine thwough." Toulouse responded while showing Ian the proper way to hold a paintbrush.
Christian could only laugh. "How about we cover them in paint, and they can crawl all over the canvas."
Toulouse had the brilliant idea of teaching the twins to paint at an early age, so they could truly demonstrate their genuine status of "Children of the Revolution". Much to his dismay, it wasn't going as well as planned.
"I think they've already done that," Satine said as she entered the garret. "What on earth is going on?"
"Toulouse is showing our sons how to paint," Christian said, casting a quick glance upwards. She did not look too happy. "Um, Toulouse? What do you say we stop for today?"
Toulouse got the message quickly, and after handing Ian to his father, left, avoiding Satine's amused stare.
"Dada!" Ian shouted his only word happily.
"Yes. Dada's going to get you boys cleaned up," Satine told the twin. She then commanded Christian, "Now scoot. I want them squeaky clean before supper."
Christian laughed. "Yes ma'am. Anything else?"
**A welcome home kiss would be nice.**
**No problem.** He leaned over, their lips met quickly and pulled apart just as fast, for Jared was tugging playfully on his mother's hair, now covered in blue paint.
Christian quickly rushed to the bathroom, laughing as he went. She looked good in blue.
**And you look just charming in your red, orange and purple outfit.**
Satine bent down and began picking up the paint-covered paintbrushes, smearing rainbow colors all over herself as she went. A loud splash emitted from the bathroom, accompanied by a chorus of giggles.
They were trouble, but they were worth it. Yup, this was an adventure. And every day was just like it. Finally, life was worth living, a roller coaster ride for every moment. What more could you ask for?
From the large puddle of water he was kneeling in, Christian thought the exact same thing. Another splash. It didn't matter; he was already soaked from head to toe. What more could you ask for?
*A/N* sorry, that was short and equally pointless. There will be a point to this story, I promise. But yay! I love those little guys, there just so cute!