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Erik's POV
felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach as I kept waiting for any sign of life behind that door other then Laura, Giry, and Katie. But no matter how much I prayed to whatever God I felt in my heart to be there, nothing happened. Even Antonio was starting to stir as he got up and walked over to the door. He placed his ear against it for a few moments before sitting next to me and patting me on my back. He sighed and placed his head in his hands while his own leg started to shake, and for another hour the both of us sat there with our leg's shaking as I held onto my daughter and watched her drift to sleep only to wake up again and become what almost seemed, excited.
I suddenly couldn't take it any more, my patience had run down to its last and I couldn't wait here and listen to this dead calm silence. I was not going to sit idly by while my wife died alone in that room with three women that could never understand her as I did and know what to say to her to comfort her. I just wanted to see her eyes once more, and already I felt that I was going to be sick. I passed the girl to Antonio before I got up and stomped to the door, and just as I reached it a heard another scream of pain and harsh breathing, it was Christina. I sighed in relief because if she was screaming like that then she was going to be alright, no one on the brink of death could scream like that. But I was worried all the same. Why would she suddenly scream? She had already finished giving birth to the child, she was here, in Antonio's arms.
When I turned to look at my daughter there was a visibly smile on her face as she reached out to the door and her small fingers squeezed onto the air, as if she was grabbing for something. But she wasn't looking at me. Christina and I knew that the chances of our daughter inheriting something unnatural from the one of us was highly probably and had prepared ourselves for it. Neither of us had cried when we were born, but we hadn't advanced so quickly as to show expression within the first few hours of life. It took at least an entire day or two. I quickly picked her up again and looked down at those eyes which were so much like my own, though shaped like her mothers. She was reaching for the door again. Christina was screaming again, the sound of Katie telling her to do something while Giry was trying to keep some level of order in the room, and like that the sound of a baby crying out was heard and it stopped just as soon as the girl I held in my hands cry had stopped. I hadn't waited a second before entering the room once more, bursting the door down with my foot.
I nearly fell over when I saw just what it was I thought I had heard, in Christina's arms was a boy, a healthy baby boy. She seemed just as surprised as I was until Katie chuckled and started to clean up the mess ushering Laura and Antonio out of the room but letting Giry and the children stay.
"Well absolutely nothing went wrong; it was a beautiful birth, except for the pleasant surprise of twins. It would explain a lot of the peculiar behavior that Chris had been exhibiting during her pregnancy."
Christina looked to weary to speak as she held onto her son, his eyes just as blue and green as my own and just as beautifully shaped as there mothers. A small tuft of redish-brown hair was visible at the top of his head just like his sisters and I couldn't help but cry again. For three hours I had held onto all the fear a man could, I had thought that I would lose the only woman I would ever love and be left alone to raise our daughter, but instead I looked down at her as she held onto a perfectly healthy baby boy.
"Well are you going to name them?
It had been silent for far to long, almost ten minutes had passed in where I sat next to Christina while she held my son and I held her daughter, and the neither of us spoke, instead we were humming to them, and amazingly enough the both of us were humming the same lullaby. It was Giry who had asked the question since Katie had left us alone, just the parents and the soul grandmother there to watch over the two newly born. I was still in tears, gently nuzzling my daughter as she reached out for her brother and I chuckled. So that was why she had acted so peculiarly when she was born. Christina and I gave each other a knowing look and we both knew that both our children would have a bond that would never break.
"Adrienne.
"Darienne."
We had spoken at the same time, Christina saying the son's name as I the daughter. We both chuckled at this and for the first time since Adrienne had emerged from her mother I leaned over and kissed my wife softly on the lips. Between us the kids began to struggle and I could hear a soft whine emit from Darienne. He was obviously feeling neglected. I cradled Adrienne in my one arm before picking up Darienne in the other, gently twirling them around while Christina lay wearily in the bed, watching me with a soft and delicate smile that I hadn't seen before.
Both our children were graced with my eyes, but for the first time I looked into their round orbs and noticed that each had specks of gold swirling around their pupils, almost like amber. They had started to drift off to sleep, clinging to the ends of my suit while I turned around and smiled at Chris. She had already fallen asleep.
A few weeks later (Christina's POV)
I was sitting in the nursery that had been converted into the twin's room sometime around three in the morning a few weeks later. Already my body had shed the excess weight and I was once again at my impossibly small figure. Erik had been surprised but I credited towards the leisurely rides I would take every morning into town, riding Shadow. Adrienne was suckling form one of my teats while her brother slept silently. My hair was down and falling around her face while I chuckled and she gently fingered it. I only shook it more vigorously over her face, tickling her with the ends of it. The color had once again reverted back to one of pure auburn, if auburn could be said to be a pure color.
She was looking at me as any child would their mother, with wonderment and this strange attachment. I couldn't help but smile and start to hum. I gently rocked back in forth in the chair, my legs pushing on the chair as I let my soft voice lull her back to sleep.
It was hard to believe that over such a short time things had changed for me so much. Laura had moved in with Antonio once he had earned enough money to build them a small house next to his music shop, Erik had made the designs. Mother Giry still visited us frequently, but of late she had been forced to care of her daughter who had finally married, and was pregnant. Just Giry's luck as well.
Adrienne had fallen back asleep then, her eyes closing as I gently rearranged my poet's shirt and slid her back into the cradle that her and her brother shared. When they were older I would give them separate beds, but it felt so wrong to break them apart when they seemed to feel so strongly for each other. I had never known a great many things on twins, but now it was my duty to know every aspect to their life, and I had found myself in the first few days rummaging through my old things, looking for anything that Adry and Dare had left behind for me. There hadn't been a single thing, and it seemed as if they wanted me to sort through this myself, almost like they knew that I would have twins in the near future. So I did, I read almost every book, not only that but it seemed at times that I went to extra lengths to even change myself. I felt this strange need to be the perfect mother to them and with that I had started to sadly, lose myself. My hair had changed, at times my clothes would change, I had even given up fighting with Erik, and I knew that he had noticed. More and more he'd try to start a fight up with me, try to anger me, but I wouldn't have it. I wasn't going to raise my children in a household where there parents fought more then expressed their love.
I was still humming softly while I arranged the bed sheets around them and Darienne reached out in his sleep for my finger, clinging to it tightly. And as he did that I felt someone else cling to me tightly from behind, long strong arms encompassing my waist while his head fell into my mass of hair and inhaled lovingly. I knew it had been Erik since he had leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and watched me feed Adrienne.
"I see you are as stealthy as ever." It was barely a whisper as I leaned back into his chest, continuing to hum while my arms found their way around his neck from where I stood in front of him.
Erik didn't say a word but just stood there with me, both our bodies rocking back to some slow beat until he turned me around and newly wrapped his arms around me. Gently the both of us just danced to the music that we were making for ourselves, my head resting against his chest.
"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow; I'll only be gone for a day."
Erik didn't have to work. The both of us knew that we had more then enough money for us to live comfortable lives as well as our children for years and years to come. But even with just the four of us we both knew that we wanted to continue to work. I would stay and work on my art from the house while he furthered his architectural career away from home. It was something I was willing to give up, only for the sake that our children would have as normal a life as possible in this time era, even though their mother was consider an equal to her husband and had her own career
"It won't be as easy for me as it is for you but I've at least found the time to start on a novel and I've written some music."
"Oh, I wasn't aware of this. What's the synopsis?
Erik was intrigued I could tell, but I merely chuckled and shook my head, still dancing with him slowly.
"It's nothing that you should worry about. I haven't really decided what it's about yet, as far as I know it's about a small family on a southern Italian farmhouse. We'll see where it goes from there. But if I do sell it I will have to take up an author's alias, and a male one at that."
"I don't think so. After all there are some rather established female writers out there."
"It's a back up plan but we'll see how it works."
It felt so natural to be like this, and it always would for us. Adrienne and Darienne were asleep for a change and I was given the chance to spend some silent hours with Erik. Outside it was quiet and I could hear the crickets. Late summer, the end of July was and the beginning of August was coming. Erik had so much work cut out for him in the next coming months with the construction of a small school house among other works. I think he had made mention of a church as well.
"Yes, but I won't be starting construction on that just yet. It doesn't snow so much here as it does where we are originally from or most definitely where you are from, but the ground still becomes to hard to start on the foundation of a building, so the church won't be built till next March according to the new minister. You will be nineteen by that time." As if on cue he answered my thoughts, something he still did frequently but I had been answering the thoughts of Darienne and Adrienne more then I had been Erik of late.
"Wow… I would have been graduating my first year of college."
"Come on I think they are asleep enough for us to have a music lesson."
And at the mention of music I smiled and leapt out of Erik's arm heading down the library and towards the small soundproofed room. The piano had been moved there as well as my guitar, and with it we had set up a small cradle and pin for the children and a little nest where Riegal now slept. His white head buried deep into the pillows. He had really grown over the months, and now he was the ideal mature wolf, his nose elongated and his ears always held tall and proud on his head. Even his coat had grown whiter, of course the second we entered he had roused himself and come over to my side, looking up at me and then sitting down on his hind legs. He was patiently waiting for me to begin, but lately it seemed that Riegal had been mad at me. He spent more time with Erik and before it had been the other way around. For a flash of a second I felt that regret again, for what I couldn't tell but I knew it was there, that saddened feeling for losing something that I couldn't quite grasp at what it was.
"Alright then mon amour, let's take it from the top."
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