Author's Note: the 5th chapter is based on Bon Jovi's song Reunion. I hope you like and enjoy this chapter! :))

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--- A Few Hours Later ---

Timothy actually owned his own two-story cottage in Maine's countryside by having a breathtaking, elating view to the woods and the highlands. Furthermore the former devotional man of the cloth was a keen fan of the nature and living in the countryside.

First and foremost, Timothy's two-story cottage in Maine's countryside had 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 1 children's room, 1 guests' room, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom and 1 living room. Second, it wasn't that huge, nor too small. It was perfectly normal in its size.

Anyway, at the moment, Timothy was swinging on the hammock on the porch with a fresh cup of green herbal tea as a couple of pristinely long as piano keys fingers were curled around the handle. The fresh air of spring waffled past his sensitive nostrils. Inhaling the true nature of early April's days. The vibrant sunrays pelted down, bathing in daylight bright light everything below, filtering with its saturation and protecting them from the light spring chilly zephyr that occurred seldom. Peaceful silence misted the cabin in a warm blanket, blanketing invisibly its serene, spring ambience. The eloquent, elating song of the twittering birds floated in the background, interrupting the silence.

All of a sudden, the phone's ringing emanated from the corridor as it caught off guard the former pious member of the clergy by leaving aloof on the outdoor table his mug of green herbal tea after gulping a tiny sip as its porcelain material brushed his lips.

His heart drummed vehemently into his ribs cage as little did he know who was disturbing him in the afternoon hours, when he dedicated himself mostly swinging on the hammock with a relaxing, sweet cup of tea.

"Just a moment!" His berry-coloured tongue conjugated a muffled whisper, scurrying up to the front door by stepping inside his property by shutting the door and approaching the ringing phone within seconds without an ado. His colossal, pale as alabaster hand managed to lower to the phone, subsequently keeping clung the earpiece to his ear, answering right away the phone call that he verged to miss. "H-Hello?" Timid stammer floated from his pale-pinkish, tea-stained lips.

"Hello Timothy! I'm so relieved you answered right away the phone call." The senior woman of the cloth's breathless retaliation horrified the British compatriot as if the things weren't approximately alright at all.

"Mother Superior, what's going on? I think you're calling me, because you've some news about Jude."

"Absolutely! She just resigned from the church a few hours ago and she's no money to stay in a motel, nor to afford something to keep herself hydrated and fed," Heavy sigh flushed the former man of the cloth's constricted chest due to the immense pressure that was clustered on him for a split second. The breaking news with the Bostonian resigning from the church was far from unsurprising for Timothy especially since she's in the second trimester pregnant with triplets. She wasn't capable of running a mental institution for criminally insane and serving the hallowed duties any longer in such helpless condition that was encumbering her. Timothy could hardly picture his rare bird as a future mother of triplets to be a nun yet especially being a head nun of a madhouse, housing lunatics whether with rich or poor criminal history. It's high time the British aristocrat to reunite with his right hand by escaping Boston together and spend the rest of their days in Maine with their unborn triplets.

"Really? Can you tell me where exactly is Jude?" He insisted more than anything to find out her current location as he's going to be in Boston back within three hours of driving. The younger man chewed on his lower plumpish lip.

"Unfortunately, no, Timothy! I can assure you, you can find her somewhere in Boston." Jaded, ablaze sigh flushed his nostrils, ducking his head as Mother Claudia was obligated to keep in Jude's recent location without betraying her ex-protégé at all, in fact, Jude doesn't want to be found by the love of her life.

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--- 3 Hours Later or So ---

Heavy rain pelted down in Boston's outskirts, whilst the former religious sister of the church hid underneath the motel's entrance, in order to not being severely drenched by the heavy rain. Her suitcases with her gathered luggage sat alongside her. It has been already raining heavily for an hour. At last but not least, inexorable bolts jolted the ground, resembling a seizure of an earthquake that shook everything that surrounded her.

She was all alone, homeless and penniless and most of all, pregnant with triplets in the fifth month. Starvation and dehydration amalgamated with the desolation, doubling the physical and mental agony that stiffed her muscles, bones and train of thoughts. She folded herself in a bashful shrug to shield herself against the vicious storm, baring her teeth in terror, ducking her head and her both petite, secure hands rested on the bump, baby talking from time to time to the unborn rays of sunshine.

"Don't worry, my sweethearts! Mommy's got ya and we'll be fine somehow." Uncontrollable, taunted by its desolation's impulse sob stiffened her, allowing crystalline twin tears trickling her cheeks.

All of a sudden, a familiar cab drew her attention promptly by parking beside the motel after a handful of hours of driving and researching the small city of Massachusetts for any tangible tracks of the blonde. Her caramel brown, red-rimmed eyes were transfixed on the cab, noting the former ambitious Monsignor getting from the car momentarily, speeding up to her without an ado.

Her heart sunk in no time and leapt in the same time as a breathlessly scurrying hare, trying to evade the malicious hunters' bullets from their shotguns on the hills. On one hand, the middle-aged lady was beyond mirthful to behold the love of her life just two months after trial again by reuniting somehow especially beside one of the Boston motels especially when she's in the toughest situation right now. Vaguely beaming, blissful smile budded across her lips as a blooming spring flower after surviving the glacial, merciless winter. On other hand, livid and ire brewed and cooked inside her, besides pumping violently into her veins with erupting volcano's lava, overflowing the fluid. How the once holy priest dares to godforsaken her in the toughest moment in her life especially during her possession and shortly after acknowledging via the odd note her haphazard pregnancy? Why he didn't exorcize her and lost her via exorcism or by being murdered malignantly by his both stark hands to ebb off her pain and suffer back then? Galore of questions submerged her blizzard of thoughts.

"T-Timothy!" The older woman whimpered his name in awe stammer, harmonizing her lips by grabbing immediately her suitcases with her baggage, dashing up to the masculine, tall figure who threw his arms in the air, in order to scoop her in a tight, kindhearted hug.

"Rare bird! I'm so relieved and happy to see you again." He grasped the embrace, absorbing mutual warmness that prickled their epidermis beneath their garments. His chin rested on the top of her head, planting a tender, feather kiss on her forehead with his baby pinkish, soft as satin lips. "I really missed you. I'm so sorry for leaving you, when we needed each other the most!" Shortly after they broke off the embrace, they took their time to admire one another's facial features as the younger man cupped her both ruddy tinted, pleasantly balmy cheeks in the palms of his colossal, soothingly affectionate hands. His cocoa brown orbs, fueled with sheer relief, love, warmness and benevolence, dappling with warmer, more vibrant cocoa mapping pigments. The recurring sob drenched the former holy man's blazer. Meantime, the future mother's both alabaster, pudgy arms were clasped around his muscly, broad shoulders. "I was such an idiot for leaving you when I needed to help you the most."

"It's alright, Timothy! At least, I'm happy we're back together but," With the tad of his thumb he daubed the trickle rivulet of tears, throughout tracing gingerly, delicately her well-defined, tear-stained cheekbone, admiring her ethereal grace. "But I owe ya an apology for raping ya and messing ya! I'm the reason why ya were afraid and I could kill ya with my supernatural infernal power." Her petite, lukewarm hands squeezed his shoulders, ducking shamefacedly her head until his solely free hand's a few fingers slithered downward to her chin, cupping it by tilting her head to meet het sheepishly girlish, remorseful stare. "I think it was better for both of us until the devil left my body so that to not ruin somebody else's life and yars too."

"No, no, no! Do not blame yourself for this! It was the devil, commanding you doing these malicious, unspeakable things which never my rare bird would do in the name of our love." In the meantime, alleviating shush floated from his lips as a barking caution, whereas the former licentious jazz nightclub singer was guided to the car by seating alongside the driver as they hopped up within a couple of seconds. A snaked strong, muscly arm around her waist and rubbing her spine nerves to bring her comfort were enough curing her sob as they suddenly faded away."I know you much better than the devil is capable of controlling you. You're so strong, Jude!"

"Ya won't believe me what I did in the past weeks after the trial up to nowadays. Trust me, Tim," In the interval, he removed his blazer from his frail skeleton, in order to maneuver his lover to grasp the blazer's lapels with a couple of fingers of her both hands, reclining on her seat as soon as the car engine commencing buzzing monotonously, jadedly.

"You need to rest until we're home! You're pretty exhausted, besides peckish and dehydrated." A mammoth, amusingly warm hand muffled her plea, muting her bleated self-criticism with criminal self-hatred. Thereafter her chubby, incarnadined cheeks were peppered with affectionate, light kisses as she molted in them. In the interval, seconds before starting driving back to Maine up to his private owned cottage, he tucked a fistful of wild, greasy stray strands behind her petite, sensitive ear. "And let's not forget, Mother Claudia told me you're homeless and penniless after resigning from the church by having no other choice than roaming." Suddenly, the former promiscuous nightclub singer found herself drifted off sleeping without squeaking a single sound while catnapping peacefully. It beyond relieved the British aristocrat that he found his rara avis in front of a motel's entrance and picking her up from it even having the chance to have a small conversation shortly before the dull cab's engine buzzing built heavy bricks of ounce in her eyelids, unable to keep herself for any longer awake. Weight from his shoulders was lifted off after reuniting with the love of his life as their imminent destination was his two-story cottage in Maine's outskirts and during their destination, he avoided turning the car radio, in order to play a distracting music for the three-hour-journey.