Orphan in Limbo

First Words

--- A Month Later ---

--- 29th of April, 1963 ---

A month and a half has elapsed since the Howards' children have grew and most of all were getting bigger with the advancing time. Not only Jack and Lucas were slightly bigger than Charlotte even when she was with 2 days their senior only, but also their rapid development granted their parents pride and sheer felicity. 

First and foremost, as the Howards' children, reckoning Odette and Kit's daughter have curtly spelled the simplest words such as mama and dada though they haven't ultimately finished their tasks. Literally accomplishing it as they have spelled correctly, fluently whether mama or dada.

As the winter days have already died, whereas the spring ones dawned with the blossoming nature and warmer weather especially with the balmy saturating sun, dispersing its own scintillating sun rays to beam everything below, interweaving with the blooming plants and flowers, besides the ocean of people, who were eventually keen fans or not exactly keen fans of the spring. 

The living room was bathed in light as its reflected light shielded their exposed flesh from the chilly climate in the house even when they weren't as active and energetic as joyous children, playing on the playground. In the wee hours of the late April's afternoon were embraced by the eloquent, elating symphony of the chirping birds outside as the room's window was widely opened, aerating its stiff air and replacing it with contrasting one.

It has been a quarter a week since Kit and Odette were with sleepover as guests in the former members of the clergy's residence, subsequently granting them chance to spend more time with their children and grandchildren as a small, however, inseperable family. 

Today was a sufficiently balmy day as the both families have preferred to stay at home with their children since they were young to be left on their own. Whilst Kit was mowing the swarm of lawn in the Howards' grandiose yard, Timothy held in a tray wee cups of green herbal tea up to the living room where his daughter and wife were showing pictures with caution from children's books, teaching them even encouraging them to pluck up their courage and utter it without an ado. 

"How are my angels today?" The former man of the cloth warily held the tray as soon as he stepped up inside the living room, whilst his question was inescapably audible for Judy and Odette.

"Look, Cher! That's an apple. How we spell the word apple?" The juvenile mother gestured the picture with the text under it with a forefinger, tipping the page as she shot a radiant, emboldening glance at her daughter, rocking her into her secure, doting arms. In the meanwhile, Odette awaited her daughter to follow her instructions, nevertheless, her insecure babbel jingled requiems into her petite, sensitive ears. "No, no, babbels! Is an apple spelled in babbels instead in vowels and syllables? Try again, sweetie!" Meantime, the juvenile singer stroke delicately her baby daughter's head with her slim, nubile fingers. 

"We're good, darling! We're just teaching our children how to spell or rather say their first own word except with theri curt ones like mama or dada." At the moment, the blonde turned to the British compatriot, nibbling on the silken skin of her rosy-coloured, plumpish upper lip as he scanned instantly their current activity, setting the platter on the coffee table with 4 wee cups of green herbal tea. Moreover, in the end of her utterance, the former holy woman imitated in baby, howsoever, rib-killing way the most common words that the babies were saying especially in the first months of their fresh lives. 

"Do you expect Lucas and Jack say something much different than mama or dada?" In the interim, Timothy couldn't repress the reluctant moment to raise an arch of his thick eyebrow elegantly, seating alongside his wife as he peppered the twins' cheeks with doting, feather kisses as soon as his lips greased their soft as velvet, milky as vanilla skins.