--- 4 Months Later ---
--- 31st of October, 1963 ---

4 months have advanced as swiftly as a light summer breeze, tickling gently and blowing faintly the hairs and mossy skins.

Through the months, Jack and Lucas along with Charlotte have rapidly grew and they were getting bigger with the relapsing time as their parents commenced to wonder profoundly in their train of thoughts how quickly they have grown up as they were almost a year old. Or rather 10 months old rays of sunshines. At first, almost every time whether if it was the former pious members of the church or Odette, herself, contemplating their own creations, yesterday were like pieces of meat and now they were already almost a year old toddlers.

As today was Halloween, the Howards and Walkers decided to celebrate it as the adults were disguising themselves as supernatural creatures just like their little sweet rays of sunshines. Moreover, they planned to trick or treat on the most nigh areas around their properties.

Whilst the both families were having fun, Leah snuck in the nearest hospital without acknowledging the circumstance the former woman of the cloth and Odette have given birth to here. The sinister crave for murdering innocent newborns and babies wasn't even a common phenomenon on the most grim holiday in the year. The Irish girl has snuck and snatched without being fortunately seen a doctor apron, subsequently wearing it as an armor against disguise and giving the impression to the rest of the hospital staff along with certain visitors that she is a doctor, despite the Irish compatriot has never studied in medical university.

Whilst the horde of doctors were leaving a couple of cabinets since they didn't have any patients or newborns to look after even help them, retreating to the balcony to share a cigarette shenanigans in the late hours of the progressing, gloomily aesthetic night, the redhead glanced at every corner, every angle of the long, abysmal hallway which was encompassing her with its unspeakable extent.

Her petite frame was armored in ebon gown with satin hem as it flared her upper thighs and V neckline, exposing partly her flesh, milky as vanilla collarbone and neck, whilst black and white stripped vertically heels feeted her tiny feet, contrasting ideally the white cotton, mere doctor apron which was like snake skin bracing her torso.  Contrasting like darkness and light, like good and evil, like angel and devil.

Her cunning, piercing light green pools kept their wits about further surroundings, scanning each corner as she tiptoed up to the room with the newborn babies, hearing their symphony of soprano cries. Smug, vile grin swayed across her naturally rosy-coloured, thin lips once she opened ajar thr door, gawking at the horde of newborns, giggling inwardly, wickedly.

"Well, well, well, look what we've got there!" The redhead said in jeering manner, entering in the room as shortly afterwards shutting it. Thereafter she took off her pocket knife from her cleavage, folding it as its silver, shimmering with its brilliance razor edge interweaved with the dim light, saturating its grizzly pigments. "Cutiepies! It has been moments since you have arrived in this cold world." She evoked out, chuckling hoarsely. "Look at ya!" Her pocket knife's razor scarcely brushed one of the infants' mossy, pale as ghost necks, clearing her throat momentarily.

All of a sudden, the same baby emitted a high-pitched cry from the top of his wee, fragile lungs as the Irish young lady bended against the cot, indicating with a forefinger the gap of her soft, thin lips.

"Shu, shu, shu, sweet little baby! Your Mommy have probably missed to pick you up." The Irish compatriot giggled inwardly, wickedly as with her other hand her pocket knife's razor edge was gingerly indicating by hardly brushing it alongside its head. "Or probably she hasn't." A smug, mischievous grin kissed her lips after scanning the den of shrill bewailing newborns as they encircled her in a summoning cycle.

All of a sudden the young lady crouched, when one of the nurses thst was in charge of the newborns in a night shift, she was pacing in the room by soothing the newborns and swaddling warmly, comfortably one of the infants, subsequently issuing it a birth certificate as she was leaving with it in a scooped warm-hearted, loving embrace.

--- *** ---

"A brutal massacre of newborns in a Vermont hospital was committed by a young woman in the beginning of her 20s just moments ago. It's believed she's a serial killer, infamous for murdering newborns and babies by leaving their corpses in pool of blood in their cots. At last but not least, the young lady is being searched by the authorities right away until they find her at last and arrest her." The radio news's hoster was currently speaking on the radio, breaking the recent news on Halloween night as it floated in the kitchen's background.

"Has somebody fed the angels before leaving for trick or treating?" Odette enquired as she was fixing her vampire cloak with one of her fragile, milky as ghost hand, whereas the other satin arm was holding hee daughter Charlotte, who was disguised as a witch.

"Oh yes! Jude did it but I'm still wondering why it takes her so long with that make-up." The former man of the cloth sighed as he was finishing his utterance as he held one of the twin siblings, Jack. Timothy was dressed up as a vampire too, whereas Jack as an angel.

"Mom is so self-conscious when it comes up to her appearance as well." The brunette emphasized the word appearance as the both adults stood beside the large sized mirror in the hall as they couldn't suppress hoarse chuckles afterwards.

"Why Kit isn't here?" The former devotional holy man posed the question, arching elegantly his eyebrow as he cradled gently the blond twin, subsequently pecking an affectionate, light kiss on the top of his head by avoiding the halo.

"He's upstairs. In the bathroom."

"So they're both struggling to come downstairs." Timothy said in jeering manner as suddenly the both parents shifted their stares to their rays of sunshines, earning their huge pair of irises, fueled with childish, sheer inquisitiveness and innocence being transfixed on them.

"I can tell." The juvenile singer replied through a girlish, coy smile, swinging across  her bloody red lips. "Look at ya, little witchy cupcake! I'm yet wondering how ya are still gorgeous and radiant. Is it some kind of a witchcraft?"

"It was your mom who said she could be a green witch."

"If ya say so," All of a sudden, tramping footsteps echoed in the corridor as they interweaved with feminine and masculine. Feminine of the classy frequently clicking stilettos. Masculine of the mere shoes as their clicking was lighter against the wood. "Look who is coming!" The young lady evoked out as their gapes drifted up to the figures that descendes the stairs.

--- *** ---
--- A Few Weeks Later ---
--- 25th of November, 1963 ---

After collecting galope sweets on their trick or treating destination in the nearest neighbourhood with its ocean of houses, whether if they were luxuriously adorned or on the contrary poorly. Whether if they were as compact as countryside cottages or as ginormous as mansions and chateaus.

It has been almost a month since Halloween has already died on the horizon and the juvenile redhead wasn't found by the authorities after the barbarous massacre she has committed

Today was Jude's birthday, as a result of gathering the entire inner circle altogether in the Howards' property as Odette, Frank and Laura were baking along the birthday cake with caramel syrup, poured on the vanilla and underneath its biscuit layers. At the moment, Timothy was looking after Lucas and Jack by opting to feed them with baby food, in order to wean them off breastfeeding or being fed with baby milk through a baby bottle, whilst Evelyn, Elsa and Massimo haven't arrived in Vermont yet. In the meanwhile, Charlotte was nestled into her father's doting, warm embrace as they were slumbering on the second bedroom's double bed for a half an hour. The former woman of the cloth and Miriam were vacuuming the rooms' floorings restlessly.

"Come on, Jack and Lucas!" In the interim, the brunette twin pouted his lips by crossing his arms, factly, he was beyond disgusted to masticate the baby food, scooped in a silver spon. "Eat it!"

"Nah!" Lucas huffed, attempting to evade the closest proximity with the spooned baby food that was his father offering him to eat it in a jiffy.

"Come on, sweet boys! Mommy won't be okay too if you don't start from now on to wean." The British aristocrat cautioned softly, leaning against his sons by peppering their plump, well-defined cheeks with tender, feather kisses as his baby pinkish, soft as velvet lips brushed their milky as vanilla facial skins.

"Dada!" The baby boy twins squealed in unison as their reedy cries rung tunes in Timothy's ears, shutting his eyelids, allowing the reedy squeal to subdue in the background at last.

"It alleviates me the biscuit caramel vanilla cake will be baked within a half an hour only." The former police officer clarified, wiping with the back of her colossal, callous hand the coating, sticky layer of perspiration on his forehead.

"Me either. I'm so proud of us, speaking of how many efforts we put in baking this cake." Odette said in teasing manner as she sipped a glass of fresh, lukewarm water after spending a handful of hours baking the cake. In the meantime, Frank, Odette and Laura were equipped with ordinary, clean, white aprons as armor against mudding their casual attires. "Phew! That's many efforts in one thing that's worth for somebody's birthday today."

"I can't agree more but I can admit yat amazing cook, Oddie!" Laura stated joyously, swatting affably, lightly  the younger lady's shoulder, snickering as it tickled the corners of her mouth as the both adults joined her.

"Why thank you, Laura! That's so kind of ya, however, I can admit I'm not the best one in this room."

"Ewww, Lucas! The good boys don't do like that when Daddy tries to feed them with baby food. Huh?" The former aspiring Monsignor muttered shortly after the dark-haired infant pigheadedly spit on his father's face, loathing the concept of being fed with baby food.

"Is everything alright, buddy?" The older man walked away from his friend and daughter by slapping their shoulders amicably, lovingly, thereafter ambling up to Timothy and noting baby food stained face as the both men couldn't repress merry sniggers, echoing their oral caverns. 

"Not really, Frank! Lucas is so stubborn little monster." The younger man murmured in teasing manner as the both men couldn't oppress guffaws as Odette and Laura were all ears, joining them consciously, emphatically without having a reason. 

"A little monster?" The security guard arched gamely, dumbfoundedly his eyebrow as his mouth was mildly agape, stroking gently the twins' sparse, yet growing soft hairs as his fingers raked the hairs. His sapphire blue orbs, fueled with astonishment shifted to the brunette infant, offering him a rueful, sympathetic grin, tattooed on his face.

"Yeah, he just spat the baby food on my face as if he was eating a dog food." Meantime, the former aspiring man of the cloth explained laconically everything as he snatched from the kitchen table a clean handkerchief, throughout effacing with it the baby food-stained spot, mapped on his parchment, mucky complexion. "And then spit it out like a canon into my face."

"Bad boy, Lucas! That's Miriam when she was a baby and she had to be weaned off by mustering with eating baby food instead suckling her Mommy's breasts." Frank lifted an index finger directly at Lucas, squinting his sapphire blue pools at him shortly afterwards he met docilely the former priest's stare. "She wasn't an angel."

"You mean a little demon?"

"Yeah, definitely! She was a cute little demon. Miriam was that kind of a baby, who pouts when it's time for bed and she struggles to fall asleep like a baby." The former policeman commenced his monologue by clearing his throat promptly as Timothy was listening attentively his old friend, spooning some baby food, in order to feed the other twin, Jack. 

"I can tell Lucas is like that sometimes."

"How about Cher and Jack?"

"Jack is an incredibly obediant boy, who falls asleep shortly after lulling him, whilst I don't know about Cher. Ask Oddie about her!"

"I'll for sure, Tim!"

--- *** ---

--- 2 Weeks Later ---

--- 9th of December, 1963 ---

The day when the violent, incessant contrations hit the librarian approached lastly as her water broke in the wee hours of the early December's morning, whining and yelping in frequent, agonizing pain when the baby kicks were as frequent as buzzing car engine. 

Once the married couple woke up as Samuel kept his wits about his wife's rapid-fire contractions along with the high-pitched squeals in soreful pain to convey his wife to the hospital in a jiffy from their cottage. It didn't take them no longer than 10 minutes away from the medical institution as Susan was urgently transferred on the first floor's patient rooms, being accompanied by her husband, squeezing firmly her petite, milky as vanilla hand. In the meanwhile, 2 doctors encircled the labouring young couple as the female doctor was aiding the patient to give a birth, her elvish, gloved hands were clawing the black-haired lady's round, well-defined knees, emboldening her to push up whenever she was ready. At the moment, the male doctor was supervising the ultrasound monitor, having an utter control over the labouring process, taking its place in the patient's room.

"Whenever you're feeling ready to push, ma'am, just tell right away and," When the middle-aged male doctor clarified, turning to shoot a mere glimpse at the future mother and her supporting love of her life, a slight, genial smile was sketched upon his snabby, mildly wrinkled face, the juvenile lady cut him off curtly, growling in pain with her gritting ivory teeth.

"I'm more ready than my instincts are telling me." Susan grumbled under her breath, exhaling then inhaling as she was preparing agitatedly to commence with the wearily gruesome pushes. "Trust me, I can't wait to welcome the little one, scoop it in a tight and warm embrace with kisses!" She resumed her exclaimation, stuttering sluggishly, lowering significantly her voice.

"Are ya sure, my love? Are ya sure ya want to push right now?" In the interval, the younger man captured his wife's luscious, soft as satin lips into a brief, sultry kiss, in order to soothe her. 

"More than anything! I just want to fricking meet this angel which I guarded inside my belly for almost a year." Meanwhile, the librarian begun with the strong-willed, restless pushes, grasping tighter Samuel's mammoth, veiny hand into her smaller one. At the moment, the unremitting heart beats pulsated into her ears, joining the choir of the hammering heart into her frail, constricted ribs cage as her petite frame was clothed in nothing else than a comfy, convenient patient, shapeless baby blue gown as its cotton hem cascaded her knees. 

"You can do it, darling! I truly believe in you and your brilliant potential." Samuel rubbed delicately his wife's upper back, factly, to reassure her and encourage her to not give up until the baby's head is crowned at last. 

"It's so difficult. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Christ!"

"You're doing a wonderful job, Mrs. Manson!" The older lady evoked out blissfully, emboldeningly as she patted affably, faintly her patient's knee. "Just a bit more and the little one is going to be here."

A couple of minutes later as the time was not only advancing, furthermore the pushes, a shrill, uncontrollable blubber was heaved from the top of the tiny lungs of the nameless girl shortly after her head was crowned from her mother's core and being scooped in the nurse's secure,  satin arms, subsequently handing to her creator's protective, platonically maternal arms to hug her and spend her very first moments with her.

"It's a girl!" The nurse announced the news with a cheerful, optimistic smile, honing up in the corner of her peach pink lips.

"Aww, she's so tiny and vulnerable!" Dew of moistness pooled the young woman's brittle eyelids, swinging gingerly her unnamed yet daughter into her loving embrace, quickly being fond of her and her general appearance. Crystal, joyful tears gushed down her cheeks as Samuel pecked affectionate kisses on their cheeks. "Look at you, little angel! You're so gorgeously cute angel! I'm so happy you're finally here." All of a sudden, once the young girl established into her mother's scooped embrace, her uncontrollable, high-pitched blubbers eventually subdued as they once boated in the background. 

"I'm so proud of you, my love! Not only for gracing us with this ray of sunshine, but also with being part of my life especially whenever we needed each other the most."

"I'm lucky and unarguably content to have both of you. By my side, Sam and my angel!" 

"How did you plan to name our ray of sunshine, my love?"

"Everlyn!"

"Everlyn?" In the meanwhile, the black-haired mother bobbed her head, affirming agreement by thrumming inwardly, melodiously to herself, caressing gingerly Everlyn's sparse black hair as she possessed her mother's cute button nose, her father's piercing, brutally honest and innocent honey brown orbs as it depended of the situation to expose its genuine nuances and her mother's rosy-coloured lips along with her beaming, blameless smile. "What a pretty name for this angel!"

To be continued...