The New Beginning: Nunsignor Book I

Family and Roots

"But Mommy, I don't want to go sleep." Agnes's plea was ignored as Jude held her tightly in her secure, loving arms until she stood before the bed, putting her in the right corner of the bed, covering up her shoulders with silky blanket as she slept alongside to her twin siblings. "I want to watch more Elsa Mars's show." She furthered as she pouted, bit her lips uneasily. 

"I know, sweetheart." Jude fondled her head gently, leant as she pecked kiss on her forehead as seated on the rim of the bed, her warm hazel eyes fixed on the disappointed little girl as the twins were deeply asleep. Her fingers pushing delicately the scalp of her mane as beneath her fingertips the sensation was indisputably loving, addictive. "But you should sleep because it's unhealthy to go bed late or be insomniac, you know." She explained rationally. "Likewise you don't want to wake up your brother and sister, right?" She maneuvered her to peep at the other direction alongside her, affirming her words.

"Yeah, Mommy. I am so sowwy!" Agnes Jude apologised as she didn't want to wake up Ellie and Tristan, being already awared what's the imminent step to not ignite the wildfire. A coy smile formed across her lips. 

"It's okay, Agnes! You can watch your idol tomorrow again, okay?" Jude soothed her daughter as the young girl found comfort in her mother's words at last. In the interim, the youngest child nod her head as Jude caressed her head. "Good girl!" She bended as she pecked kisses on the temple and cheeks once again, afterwards rosing her torso. "Now sleep tight and good night, Agnes! I love you so much, sweetheart!" She moved out from the grand bed as she turned to the door.

"Good night, Mommy! I love you too vewy much!" 

Then Jude turned the lights off as the bedroom where was located the sole bed in the entire cottage was actually their last hope, besides the couch in the living room though it might be uncomfortable for some reasons. 

After the youngest sibling was left with Ellie and Tristan, her eyes eyed blankly the pitch-black room as she was apprehensive and having phobia of being left without either her mother or father in the darkness. She was feeling unsafe in a room where she was being encompassed by slightly older twins, nevertheless, too young to protect Agnes. Moreover, they were profoundly asleep, drowning in their own world. Full of infant dreams and miracles. 

Once Jude left the bedroom, she headed to the living room to turn off the TV as Elsa Mars's show verged to its epilogue as Timothy was in the kitchen, pouring some champage in two empty glasses, humming inwardly to himself. Just for him and Jude. Sharing a prominent, romantic night together. As an ardent, monumental couple. 

As soon as she grabbed the remote control as she aimed it at the television, she pressed the button for turning it off, leaving it on the coffee table as she walked out from the living room, stepping up in the kitchen as she attempted to surprise Timothy by sneaking subtly behind him without his knowledge. When he finished with pouring champage in each glass, he left the bottle of champage on the counterplot as he felt two feminine, frail arms thrown around his shoulders as she creeped down, studying his facial expression as he didn't startle at all.

"Oh, I have been expecting you, my love." Timothy said in velvety voice as he turned to Jude, facing her as their eyes met, locked up in one another's gazes. A smirk curled up in the corner of his lips. "Is already Agnes in bed?" He furthered as he inquired concerned.

"Oh yes, she's." She muffled a chuckle as a grin loomed on her face. "I put her to sleep despite her protests to still watch her idol Elsa." Meanwhile Timothy handed her a glass of champage as they raised a toast, celebrating their prominent night along, thereafter their glasses of liquor clincked swiftly as they sipped the lukewarm beverage that cooled down their heating bodies as it gushed down.