Effie did not interrupt, simply watching from her chair with a lazy grin, gaze full of warmth. Their laughter that rang through the flowers had been the sweetest sound she had heard. Not one she would soon forget.
The garden was peaceful.
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The garden was peaceful. It was always peaceful in his presence. No matter where they were. The air seemed warmer, the tall grass softer and the flowers more sweet by his very being. He had been all that was good and pure and warm. He was home. He was her home.
Euphemia loved-
harder than she ever had before to ensure his happiness. Even in their little garden on a random afternoon, she would love him. Without hesitation. Without doubt. Without question.
He played with Bertie, running about the garden as the sun warmed the grass beneath their feet.-
@OfHuxIey_HP@Lette_HP@DeIphine_HP held out, her hands giving a playful grabbing motion towards them.
“Let us hope he keeps on this path of your likeness, that darling little nose of his and all.”
@OfHuxIey_HP@Lette_HP@DeIphine_HP Effie pushed herself to a seat beside her sister, a grin ever so present as the room fawned over the baby in Louisa’s arms. It mattered not how often they saw the infant, Effie was sure to gush over him every time.
“Give him to his aunt, you have him all the time.”
Arms were-
Their first Christmas. Well.. it wasn’t as if they had never spent Christmas together before. But now? Now as Lord and Lady Godwin? Husband and wife? Well, it was as if it had been an entirely new world yet held all the nostalgia and warmth as before. And now as the Christmas-
room. And as the grandfather clock in the hall chimed with the time? Effie nearly wiggled in her position as a gentle finger extended to softly run across the man’s cheek.
“Happy Christmas, husband .”
She whispered gleefully, her smile only seeming to grow.