Mr. And Mrs. Evans of number 7 Wisteria Street were proud to say they were perfectly happy, thank you very much. They were the kind of people you'd expect to see in a romance movie. The two lovers who had reached their happily ever after, spending their days in pure bliss.
Mr. Evans practices medicine, he had earned a name for himself for his contributions in his work. The first thing you'd notice was his bright green eyes with a glint of knowledge, his dark blonde hair was well kept, a charming man indeed.
Mrs. Evans was beautiful, her red hair swayed with the wind as she tends to their garden. Her brown eyes shined as she talks to others. Her husband hung on to every word she says with eyes full of pride. Mrs. Evans have been pregnant for nine months, they are expecting their first child anytime soon.
The Evans's had everything they wanted, but Mr. Evans had a secret, and his greatest fear was for his wife to discover it. While Mr. Evans was away in France for his work, the two lovers had broken up, the long-distance had taken a toll on their relationship.
Mr. Evans had met a beautiful mysterious lady, her white gold hair complimented her striking violet eyes, her skin appeared to shine in the bright moon light whenever they took a walk at night. Mr. Evans thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, though he would never dare tell that to his wife.
"It was only a fling." Mr. Evans had told himself, unaware of the arrival of that woman in front of his home, carrying a small bundle that was breathing quietly.
Mr. Evans woke up on an unusually bright day for the town Cokeworth. The birds were chirping merrily, bees and butterflies rested on top of the flowers Mrs. Evans was tending to at the back garden. Mr. Evans happily hugged his wife tightly from the back.
"Oh! You've startled me." Giggled Mrs. Evans, her cheeks red. "Can you go grab the milk at the door? Breakfast is almost ready."
"I'll go get it." replied Mr Evans, he kissed his wife on the cheek and made his way to the front door.
When he had opened the door, there instead of the bottles of milk was a basket, inside of it was a bundle of white cloth and a letter on top of it. Mr. Evans stared; he couldn't comprehend as to why the milkman would go out of his way to wrap the milk bottles in cloth. Then he was startled, something inside the cloth had moved.
"Jasper?" Mrs. Evans had called out to him. "What's wrong?" She had walked to the front door as Mr. Evans had been standing there for quite some time.
"Dahlia." Mr. Evans whispered as he reached out for the letter, his words stuck on the roof of his mouth. "There's something I must tell you."
Dahlia stared at him, then at the bundle. She reached out and carried something wrapped in that white cloth, it was a baby that looked as if it was barely months old. A pair of pale violet eyes met her brown eyes, she stared, her small face scrunching up.
"We have a lot to talk about." Dahlia said calmly as she carried the baby inside, still staring at her odd eyes, her small face red as a tomato as her tiny mouth trembled slightly. Dahlia hummed as she brushes her hands across her small face, cooing the infant as it started to cry.
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Wrapped around in cloth, a small hand reaches out to a woman holding her face tenderly. The woman was beautiful, her strange violet eyes were red with tears as if she had been crying for days. Her white gold hair covered half of her face as it laid there like curtains above.
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