Ilosovic sat at the desk glancing back and forth at Alice sleeping and the midnight sky. In the next room, slept little Christina. He found himself unable to sleep, wondering if he would be a good father. Looking out the window, leaning back into the chair with his feet resting on the desk, he saw the full moon shining in his face and smiled a little.
Walking down the stairs he had a fire lit in the fireplace and tea made. Once he had these he made himself comfortable on the couch and stared into the flames. Then he heard a knock on the front door and a servant rushed to it. It was Lowell? She ushered him into the living room where Ilosovic was half-sleeping.
Lowell wanted to talk…about his role as a father, and Ilosovic happily obliged. Lowell knew all too well in Victorian society the men didn't spend too much time raising the children. But Charles Kingsley and Ilosovic Stayne were exceptions. Lowell was introduced to a whole new perspective of fatherhood and stared blankly in the room. Stayne smirked and sent him home before dragging himself upstairs and finally falling asleep.
The next morning he woke up and regretted not closing the window. Alice woke up shortly after and growled at the sight of the bright sunlight in her eyes. Later in the day Ilosovic heard rumors. Bad ones. He hoped it was pointless gossip or a stupid prank. Finally he walked up to someone who was spreading the rumor and asked about it. His jaw dropped to the floor when he got his answer.