I could hear my husband yelling curses from down the hall. I sighed and headed up to the nursery. Opening the oak door i looked to see my beautiful baby boy. He was playing with his rattle, I dissmissed his nurse and went to pick him up
His beautiful olive skin shon healthly and his amazing eyes- one blue one brown- were bright. His eyes were identical to his fathers, but that was one of the only ways he resemled Markus.
Markus was big and strong, but had freckely pale skin. And although he was slightly thinning at the top, his beautiful blond curls were still quite thick. He was handsome, and I would love to have Gabriel look like him, but no, Gabriel esembled me more.
With my skin, my chocolate brown hair, he looked similar to my little brother, who died at 4 from an unknown disease. He was named after him to.
Rocking him I managed to get him to sleep, I put him down and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind me.
I encountered Markus in the hall way. he embraced my, his touch filled with love.
" Hello my darling, im sorry you had to hear those words"
I sighed. " I know, I just dont understand why you hate the Grantersons so much...... Their quite similar to us, I even hear that Lady Micheline birthed another girl just last week, we should be congratulating them on another arrival, not harrasing them"
Looking away my husband groaned " What would you like my belle? Hmm? Would you prefer happiness between our two families?"
" why of course"
"Well then", He paused. then brightened " I have a wonderful idea. you said they had a baby girl yes?"
"Oui" I confirmed in french.
" Well then, would you want our son to be married to her?"
Surprised I had a moment to think, did I really want my son to be arranged to a girl he didnt even know? To be forced to love someone he didnt want? Did I really want to arrange my childs love and marriage?. Deciding I answered
" I suspose that'll do, but lets wait a couple of years. To see if she is beautiful"
" Why of course"
And that was that.
