Lights. Lights everywhere. Candles and lamps lit up their narrow front porch all the way into their living area. The added glow also revealed the large spread of food laid out for their guests. Ethan was indeed a good husband.
Within an hour, the guests were all present and savouring the wonderful delicacies that one man had prepared for an evening with close relatives and friends. The cooking and preparations certainly had taken its toll as the dark, sinking skin below his eyes revealed. Suddenly, like a crashing wave, silence engulfed the room and there in their presence was the proud mother with an infant in each arm. They were like precious stones, glowing and capturing the attention of all who laid their eyes upon it. Applause, promptly filled the room. A symbol of part envy, part adoration but yet full congratulations.
The thunderous ovation couldn't, however, divert Ethan's gaze from the rather obvious bulge at her abdomen. He turned to stone focusing on the single image before him. The white gown before him turned to a dark and gloomy shade of scarlet as an extravagant cape swung into sight.
'A toast to the head of the household!'
It was an all too familiar voice. A certain Mr Kelly, all dressed in his expensively tailored suit, had proposed a toast. The clashing of glasses did nothing to uplift the sudden gloom and forlornness that had descended upon the host. Abruptly, with eyes ablaze, Ethan stood up, firmly grasped his goblet and lifted it up. He froze.
'To the Godfather of the two most beautiful children in existence!' he exclaimed
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