"Ephram Brown." Ephram turned around to see one of the symphony members, an elderly man, coming toward he and Will.
"Ron. It's been a long time." Ephram shook the man's hand. It was Ronald Turner, the second chair violinist. Ron had been with the orchestra for quite a while when he had left to pursue a contract in the pit orchestra for Broadway. He was just now returning to the symphony for his first practice with them in nearly eight years.
"How's everyone been?" Ron asked. He and Ephram and Will took the seats that would later be used for the trombone players.
"Everyone's great." Ephram replied. "Amy and I still live in Everwood with the kids. Speaking of which, you remember my son, Will."
"Will Brown?" Ron took off his glasses, pretending to clean them. "Well, isn't that something? How much older he's gotten, I guess I underestimated how long I'd been away."
Ephram laughed, watching Will shake hands with Ron, a confused look on his face. Will had been only eight years old when Ron last saw him.
"It's hard to believe how long It's been. If I recall correctly, you and Amy had just had a daughter when I left. I remember everybody pitching in to buy a gift."
"Yeah. Eva's eight now, and we can't figure out where her "off" switch is." Ephram pulled a wallet-sized school picture of his daughter out of his wallet, handing it to the older man.
"She's got the best of both worlds, I'd say." Ron commented as he looked at the picture. "I can see she and your son share a few of the same features, too. "
Ephram nodded politely, placing the photo back into his wallet.
"Though, at the same time" Ron continued. "they don't look alike at all. Funny how things turn out sometimes."
Ephram nodded in agreement, but he knew there was a reason for his children's physical differences.
Paging Doctor Henry Conti, Doctor Conti to trauma one.
Ephram Brown waited outside the doors to Denver Hospital's maternity ward. Though the hospital was busy around him, Ephram was a bit nervous. Just as he was getting a coffee from the lounge, someone called his name.
"Ephram! We've been looking all over for you!" Delia, a legal adult at age eighteen, hurried toward her older brother with Bright Abbott in tow.
"What happened? I thought you said on the phone that you'd meet us in the waiting room." Bright asked.
"Sorry, I didn't want to get too far away from Amy's room in case she needed something." He explained.
"Well, everyone's in the waiting room. When you get the chance, come down and give us an update, everybody wants to know what you named her." His sister told him. Upon looking at her, he was reminded that their mother's physical features were apparent when she smiled.
"Yeah, all right, I'm just gonna ask If Amy wants anything from the cafeteria, then I'll come get you guys." With that, the young pianist walked back through the double doors in the direction of his wife's room.
Making his way down the white-washed halls, Epharm pondered the impact this day would have on his life. He and Amy had a daughter. It hadn't really hit him yet, but he knew that both he and Amy were twenty-four years old, and they had seen a lifetime of events in a very short time. To some, the whole thing looked like the perfect ending to a fairytale: Two high school sweethearts marry, finish college, and have two beautiful children before they hit thirty, though Ephram wouldn't exactly have called it a fairytale.
Nevertheless, Ephram was no less than thrilled about the fact that he now had a son and a daughter. The timing was perfect. The two had been married for five years, and had been out of college for three. Will had just turned eight, and Ephram and Amy had decided that they wanted at least one more child, more specifically, a daughter to even things out with. And so, shortly after Valentine's Day of 2013, the couple announced that another child, who would be cause for great celebration for both families, would be adding another piece to the family's puzzle.
Now, the young man passed the large glass window, framing the nursery. Inside of which was his daughter. It took him only seconds to locate the newborn that was his. His eyes scanned the pink index card the bottom corner of the plastic crib.
Baby Girl
Brown, Evangelina Rose
6 Ibs. 11 Oz. 21 In.
Ephram nearly chuckled in spite of himself, thinking of how nervous he'd be during the baby's birth. It had been his first time experiencing everything, as he hadn't been present when Will was born. Ironically, Amy was as calm as a cucumber the entire time. In the true fashion of Everwoodians, It had taken everyone else a few hours to cancel whatever was on their daily agenda and get to the hospital, so Ephram didn't have much moral support for a while.
Upon naming their new little girl, they'd chosen "Rose" as a middle name, after Amy's mother, yet couldn't seem to agree on a first name. As a last attempt, Amy had suggested "Evangelina", saying that it meant 'bearer of good news'. Of course, Ephram had asked, other than the obvious joy of having a new child, what the good news was. To which Amy responded "We made it. That's the good news." Ephram consented to the name, as long as Amy promised that they could call her "Eva" for short, so that she wouldn't sound like a nun.
Eva was beautiful, he realized, as stared through the glass. She had Amy's blonde hair, and his own blue-green eyes. The newborn had his nose, which was apparent, but she was very delicate boned, like her mother. It wouldn't be so hard to pass Eva and Will off as full-fledged brother and sister, which both Amy and Ephram were grateful for. Will had his father's nose as well, and his brown eyes, which had come from Madison, could easily be attributed to Amy. This could also be said for his blonde hair, since it was a sandy color, the result of some of Ephram's chocolate brown hair mixed with blonde. Other than that, Will seemed to have the same body-structure Ephram had as a boy, which included Julia Brown's ears.
It was very lucky for everyone involved that Madison and Amy had had such similar features: Both had blonde hair and brown eyes, and both had been about the height and weight, and if you weren't looking for specific differences, it would be very hard to tell that Willingham Brown was not Amy's son.
Of course, none of this had been know until Eva was born, as a matter in fact, Ephram had spent a lot of time worrying that the new baby would end up looking like someone on Amy's side of the family, making it impossible for the two half-siblings to look alike, in which case the only thing to do would have been to say that some brothers and sisters simply don't look alike. In the end, Ephram breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his new daughter, and knew that they had given the baby an appropriate name, as she was a bearer of good news. He told himself this as he looked once more at what was to be the only biological child of both Ephram Brown and Amy Abbott-Brown, and continued down the hallway to Amy's room.
AN: I hope everyone enjoyed that, It took me while to write, so please review! -:)Tessie