- A Week Later -
- 6th of November, 1962 -
A week has passed since the odd Halloween the Howards had.
Today the weather was almost the same as a week ago. Namely rainy and cloudy. The daylight hours have already died as the evening ones dawned in Vermont.
Since the gruesome accident with Leah's failed invasion of the Howards' mansion, thanks to Frank, who spontaneously controlled the things in the tough situation, howsoever, the Leah hasn't perturbed their privacy since then. Moreover, the redhead was still in Vermont, despite the fact, she was attending regularly a psychiatrist which occupied her schedule, whereas Elsa was supposed to arrive in the beginning of November, in spite of her delay and to bring her protège, Leah, back in Florida by continuing with their musical shows.
Jude and Odette were slightly more humongous, unlike the last weeks especially on Halloween. Moreover, the juvenile singer hasn't attended any clubs to entertain the audience with her silver-tongued singing voice, as a result of the final trimester which was fatiguing her and expecting her unborn child to emerge in the world within less than 2 months. At last but not least, Odette hasn't seen Kit for a few weeks, although they daily phone one another by spending a handful of hours on the phone with exception when something important occurs as a task.
The cataract of rain drops assaulted the ground by drenching everything, whereas lighting bolts jolted down by shaking the ground and causing eletroshocking apprehension among the both pregnant ladies. Dim wind blew as the crispy, soaked in rain dew leaves were blanketing the ground. The rain drops clinked the closed windows of the two-story mansion.
It has been raining for a couple of hours as if God's weeping was looped.
In the interim, Jude and Timothy were seating on the comfortable leather sofa in the living room as they were looking at their own photos when they were younger. Despite the weariness of the violent unborn twins' kicks in the pregnant belly, Jude's cradling smile across her lips, shaping a crescent form by glimmering vibrantly didn't allow her to stop the laughters and ecstatic exclamations even when the baby kicks were the most vigorous.
At the moment, the juvenile singer was upstairs by speaking on the phone with Kit since he wasn't being busy with further housework or chores at all. She has already taken a long catnap for a few hours and she's still mildly drowsy, incapable of ultimately coming to her senses.
"Look at yarself, Tim!" The blonde pointed gamely at the old polaroid photo of Timothy, when he was a five-year-old boy, photographed with his siblings in front of his mansion's porch along with his mother and father by a professional photographer. On the polaroid photo were visible glistening orbs, directed to the camera with sparks of genuine nirvana and effulgence as the shining smiles on their faces. "So that's yar family in London, if I'm not mistaking myself?"
"Yes, it's!" He affirmed her response as the both adults chuckled, whereas she patted playfully his kneecap as her scooped petite hand lightly tickled his pant's fabric. "Those are my siblings Esmeralda and James." His finger pointed directly in the right side of his five-year-old version, which posed for the family photograph. In the interim, the former sister of the church, hummed by nodding her head in excited manner as in the corner of her hazelish-brown orb followed his long, dexterous index finger tipping the childish faces of a girl and a boy. "And that's my older brother, Seth with my father Jamie and my mother Karen!"
"They look so radiant!"
The truth was Jamie and Karen were Timothy's parents as they were still living in the London's outskirts in their grandiose, luxurious mansion. Even more he had 2 older brothers, named Seth and James, whilst Esmeralda was the youngest family member with 2 years Timothy's junior. When the photo was photographed back in the early 20s, the both adults in the photo were actually in their late 20s as they have decided to have children after finishing their education at last since the education was remarkably, inescapably substantial, in their opinions. Subsequently, James and Seth are eventually twins as they were with 3 years older than their younger brother.
"I can't disagree they're so radiant!" In the meantime, Timothy flipped on the next photo of the photo album where he was 12 years old pre-teen with his younger sister by swinging on the swing in the mansion's grand yard. "To be honest, I've never had any siblings, sweetie!" She added by holding with a trembling hand the photo album with her personal vintage photographs of her early years up to nowadays which weren't as many as her husband's in quantity.
"Oh! I know by far you're the only child in your family." The former priest cleared his throat by flipping the imminent photograph when he was adolescent in his late teens, holding the Holy Bible since his passion for joining the church at early age obsessed him by becoming one fo the most influental and powerful person in the planet. To be known as the most prominent and first Anglo-American Pope by utterly changing the history with his once revered reputation.
"That's true!" She swallowed a lump in her throat, bobbing her head as the bitter words by confirming the circumstance she didn't have a big family, zinged her lips as a whisper in the desert. "At least, I'm feeling much better now!" She snuggled her head against his muscular chest as her eyes frequently blinked. A tad dew pooled them with the forthcoming linn storm of tears, gushing down her milky as snow cheeks. Another lighting bolt jolted down by shaking the ground as sudden apprehension invaded the former nun's impulse of flinching. Apprehension was airbrushed upon her complexion.
"It's just a lighting bolt, Judy! Everything is alright, rare bird!" The younger man pecked a tender, doting kiss on the top of her head, in order to alleviate her due to the unexpected vicious cycle of terror over the least predictable thunderclaps which were illustrated outside. Meanwhile, she purred genially by shutting her eyelids for a while by nibbling on her bottom, plumpish lip.
After the sole sound source of the clinking rain drops zapped the windows by drenching everything outside, nonetheless Jude opened her eyes after being soothed due to Timothy's comfort.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Much bettah!" She whispered in velvety voice as she darted her honey brown pools to the recent picture which abided unflipped yet. "Oh wow! Is that the piece of evidence what motivated ya to join the church, Timothy?"
"Sure! Since my parents were pious but not pious members of the church." His stare pursued for her mesmerizing honey brown irises by capturing her soft, rosy-coloured lips into his in a passionate kiss. Muffled splashing of their sealed lips in a sultry kiss by closing their eyes for a split second by allowing the kiss to escalate to ferocious by dropping raffishly their photo albums on the carpeted flooring and clicking which was readily oblivious for them.
Murmur died on her tongue, which once crowded the former holy woman's oral corners to spit it out directly, due to the resiliently silencing kiss. Their hearts vehemently throbbed in their chests as their kisses grew fiercely ferocious as their tongues commenced dueling against one another as she moved closer to him by sitting on his lap, straddling his legs by cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand, whereas his other one slithered slowly by tracing his swan neck's curve down to his toned torso beneath his lesen shirt. In the interval, his strong, muscular arms were snaked around her waist by pulling her towards him.
Afterwards his mammoth, veiny hands lowered to her comfy trousers by unbelting and unzipping them in ginger motion without causing any further pain since her final trimester was the solest, nevertheless most problematic stage. After his wet tongue won its domination, subsequently it was plugged inside her mouth by deepening into a French kiss as his lips slithered from her lips down slowly, gently to her chin by following the parallel line down to her swan neck by peppering feather, light kisses until the kisses were wildly aggressive and allowing her to arch her neck, cocking back her head as her waterfall of old Hollywood silken golden tresses tickled lightly her spine as if she beared a semblance of a mermaid.
Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps which descended the stairs slightly pulsated in their ears by forcing them to halt the intimate act as they flinched and Jude moved on Timothy's left side, noting Odette's presence after she descended the stairway sluggishly.
"Arghh! I don't know how long I should be living with this but," In the interim, the young woman's one hand rested on her pregnant belly, caressing it gingerly. Whilst another elvish, creamy hand held the stairway railing for poising her posture in case if an accident befalls her. She drew promptly her parents' attention as their dark orbs were transfixed on the young lady and the blonde picked up the discarded photo albums by placing them back on the coffee table. "It won't be too long!" Odette cried out in pain which was evident in her voice. "Fortunately!" She emphasized the final word through halfhearted, mischievous grin, honed up in the corner of her lips.
"Odet! Our angel!" The both older adults murmured her name in unison without averting their gaze as the former holy man gestured his wife he's going to help their daughter. "Hold on for a sec, rara avis!"
"These naps sometimes exhaust me more than just staying awake all day and all night long or working with hours crappy jobs!"
"Everything is alright, Odette! Give me your hand if you need some help to impose the last stairs!" Timothy walked away from the living room by standing on the stairway, awaiting his daughter, whose face was coated in dew of perspiration, glistening into his chocolate brown irises. At the moment, the juvenile singer bared her teeth as she lifted her leg to set a foot on the impending lower step, whimpering as her spine hurt.
"No need to!" In the meantime, she verged to slump as the older man was agile and versatile enough to catch her by dangling an arm around her shoulder, encouraging her to impose the last stairs which was a challenge for her unlike him. "Jesus Chris-" She curtly muttered.
"No need to lie, baby! I know how tough is imposing stairs in such condition as yours and your mother's."
"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" The middle-aged mother posed the question anxiously as her hazelish-brown pools were glued on Timothy and Odette as her daughter struggled with the stairway.
"Yeah! Everything is fine." As soon as Odette and Timothy stepped on the corridor's flooring, they ambled up to the living room. A reassuring, nonchalant smile hugged her lips as they curled in the rejoinder.
"Well, I'm glad everything is fine, because I'm worried for ya, Odet! No matter if you are imposing these stairs or being on the roof, I'll be still worried!" Meanwhile, Timothy and Odette sat on the couch, encompassing Jude with their figures from the both sides.
"Don't you just hating it to be worried as pitying me at all?"
"They are 2 totally different things, sweetie! Do not associate pity with worry or the opposite!" Meantime Odette heaved a jaded sigh from the top of her lungs, pouting her lips as her smile was wiped off her face.
"Ladies, stop this! It's not time for bickers or huffs. Why don't we just change the topic?" The former man of the cloth suggested by offering them a benevolent, composed smile, spread across his lips.
"With what changing it?"
"For example," In the interval, Timothy paused as he was pensive for a split second. "Hmmm," He hummed inwardly by wondering what topic to bring up to break the ice instead of the gawky silence levitate in the room. "For example, discussing together moments, whether if they're blowminding, casual or awful?"
"What an awfully brilliant idea, darling! Good job for distracting us from the women's clash!" The blonde couldn't supress a half-heartedly snicker, tickling her oral cavern by patting affably, gamely her husband's shoulder as Odette chewed her upper lip. "Because I can't imagine the consequences afterwards."
"Ya don't have to, mom!" The young singer said in jeering manner by chuckling. "Nobody is supposed to acknowledge the brutal consequences of one clash between the ladies. We're just a daughter and a mother, ya know! I'm never going to hurt ya."
"I know, I know! Let's start with the most talkative there to tell us a moment!" The former nun spread her hands in despondent way.
"Shouldn't it be the most peaceful one? I'm not going to be first." Odette's tongue clicked, rolling her eyes.
"So it seems your mother is right. You're first, honey!"
"Urm, I can remember when I worked in the local café and met for first time Elsa, she said I have a gorgeous voice as I was humming to myself and I haven't even discovered my talent yet. It was her, who discovered it before me, because I was just done with the life at age 16 and the orphanage, and my job," In the meantime, Jude and Timothy bobbed excitedly their heads as they utterly paid attention to their daughter. "I recognized her accent wasn't Bostonian or North American one, besides it was indeed firm! As firm as yars, mom!" The British aristocrat arched an eyebrow, due to the fact, his daughter didn't mention him due to his firm, nevertheless, velvety accent, depending on his mood in general. "I told her, she isn't even American and she said she was German. I was horrified then as I thought she was a Nazi and therefore, she convinced me she wasn't. Elsa wasn't even their supporter, fortunately. Phew!"
"I can imagine the horror which built inside you but this was cute and hilarious moment." The older lady confessed, incapable of repressing the laughter which cooked inside her by emitting it.
"I was insanely horrified, when she said she was a German. I'm serious, mom!"
"There are 2 kinds of Germans or rather more types. You shouldn't judge them as if they're all Nazis, because the times are different. There are just 2 Germanies especially if ya have studied History."
"That was years ago! And let's just move on with the next person." In this moment, the future young mother retorted, crossing her arms.
"I can remember when I and yar fathar met for first time. It was a glamorous moment. One of the most glamorous moments ever in my life. You can't imagine the bliss which accumulated in or rather realizing I'm not going to be forever alone and miserable." The middle-aged mother cautioned elated as if she was declaiming in front of a ginormous crowd of enthusiasts, exhaling sharply before commencing her monologue as if she was in seventh heaven by experiencing cordially all over again her first encounter with Timothy.
To be continued...