--- A Few Hours Later or So ---

Shortly after Judy escorted the young couple in the wedding shop as they have already chosen their own wedding costume and gown, purchasing them, throughout they went at home as Jude drove them with her cab without experiencing a car accident.

In the meanwhile, Timothy has already fed the twins and Charlotte with their baby bottles, filled with their mothers' milk and afterwards putting them in their own cribs to kip, collecting the necessary, bonus nutrients, affecting their drastical growth. He was folding some baby garments in the living room as the folded ones were on his other thigh, whereas the unfolded, frazzled ones by his left side. 

As soon as the produced sound of clinking keys, emanated from the front door as its choir jingled reluctant tunes into his sensitive ears, he unintentionally dropped Jack's jeans jumpsuit on the floor, exhaling in mild vexetation, vomited in his exhale, picking up the recently accidentally discarded baby cloth.

"Oh shit!" The former man of the cloth muttered under his breath, nibbling on the silken skin of his bottom, berry-coloured lip as the hive of adults were finally home, opening the front door and slamming it behind them seconds later. 

"Tim, we're home!" Kit exclaimed plainly as he was helping the ladies to get rid off the paletots as they left the shopping bags past the lacquered in cherry wood coat hanger. 

"Thanks for the help, Kit!" Judy expressed her gratitude shortly after kicking off her boots. In the interim, she offered him a benevolent, kindhearted smile, curled upon her lips. 

At the moment, Timothy got from the sofa as he picked up the folded baby garments, subsequently placing them in the end of the right side of the couch, walking away from the living room as seconds later the former holy man scooped Odette and Judy in a warm, tight embrace.

"Oh hi, my rare bird, Oddie and Kit! Welcome back at home!" The older man said in honeyed voice between the embrace, without interrupting it as the both ladies buried their porcelain, youthful complexions in the crook of his neck, inhaling inwardly his alluring scent. 

"Hi, Tim!"

"Hi, dad! We're already done with the shopping." Meantime, the younger man hanged the 3 coats on the coat hanger as he kicked off his shoes. "We're going to show our wedding costume and gown very soon. I promise."

"Hi darling! I'm completely sure ya will like my daughter and our future son-in-law's purchased garments." The former holy woman optimistically rilatiated shortly after they broke off the embrace altogether as the both young adults were demonstrating the bought wedding dress and suit, holding them by their both sides, poising them as Odette and Kit scanned them once again in the corner of their eyes for any flaws. 

"Definitely! I'm sure they have chosen them by themselves and they will look perfect on them." The British aristocrat commented until his warm chocolate brown pools noticed the recently purchased wedding garments as he was in awe. His mouth was slightly agape as his temple crinkled, his fingers absently combing his wife's silky old Hollywood gilt tresses, twirling the curls. 

"For sure! It will take us to be dressed in them in a jiffy." 

--- *** ---

Whilst Judy was brewing water for a green herbal tea in the kitchen as Charlotte and Lucas weren't sleepy at all, accompanying her along with her husband, who was cooing and communicating with them, the both young adults were changing themselves in their bedroom as they used it as a dressing room for awhile. In the meantime, Jack was the sole infant, who was asleep in his wooden cot in the children's room. 

"So how was the shopping?" The younger man posed the question, peeping at his wife, whose honey brown orbs were transfixed on the steel pot, chewing her bottom, plumpish lip in disinclined manner.

"It was fantastic. It didn't take us than an hour or so to find the perfect wedding outfits which they laid eyes on them at first sight." The former sister of the church replied merrily as she spotted the water was commencing to boil as swamp of bubbles pooled it, alluding her to stop the cooker within seconds. "Would ya like some tea?"

"No, thanks!" Timothy rejected kindly her offer for some green herbal tea. "Probably the kiddos would like some tea."

"I'll ask them, of course!" Afterwards, she gathered a clean, unused mere white mug from the upper kitchen cabinet without struggling to reach it. "But sometimes my body longs for some goddamn good tea." In the interval, the middle-aged mother resumed her monologue until the bedroom's door opened, consequently being slammed as the young couple walked away, marching up to the kitchen as they were wearing in their wedding attires. 

"Hey, Judy and Tim! Whatcha think?" The juvenile salesman opted to draw the both middle-aged adults' attention, reckoning Lucas and Charlotte as their big irises were fixed on the future married couple. 

"Don't we look pretty in these?"

"Absolutely, sweethearts! You look incredibly stunning! Oh my goodness!" The middle-aged lady left the pot with tea on the counterplot, strolling up to them as gaped them in awe, admiring their ethereal, inescapable grace, oozing of them as the wedding outfits ideally suit them. "I bet Charlotte and Lucas think you look lovely in them."

"Hey, Cher and Lucas! Don't you think these pigeons in love are incredibly beautiful?" As Timothy cradled his son and granddaughter in his protective, muscular arms, pointing at the singer and salesman, he couldn't repress a growing radiant smile, honed up in the corner of his berry-coloured lips. "Don't you think?" He kept on with his taunting enquiry, tickling lightly, mischievously their bellies as he peppered their cheeks with affectionate, feather kisses as they melted in them as icebergs. In the meanwhile, joyous cooes heaved their thin lips. "That's Daddy's boy and grandfather's girl!"

"How to not thank you, mom! I've never expected the wedding gowns will look good on me."

"Ya are perfect with them, my one of a kind! Listen to us instead of yar humbugging inner voices in yar head which say so." Kit said. 

"They think they look fantastic even lovelier especially when they are together!"

"Don't ya like by the way we look like, dad?" Odette questioned optimistically as she approached the kitchen table, holding Kit's hand, grasping it shortly after his prompt offer as she didn't neglect it at all.

"Is that even a question, sweetie?" The former Monsignor responded his daughter with a rhetorical question, raising an arch of his thick eyebrow elegantly, surveying with his pair of chocolate brown orbs the juvenile couple's current outfits, admiring their exoticism, hugging their well-build frames. "Of course, you look deliriously glamorous in them! You have a brilliant fashion sense!" Meantime, the older man finished his cautious, winking at them in teasing manner.

"Aww, yar so sweet, dad! I've never been expecting somebody to compliment my fashion sense as well unlike you and mom! Even Kit, himself." Meanwhile, the brunette patted faintly her boyfriend's toned chest with the palm of her hand. 

"Wouldn't you like some tea, darlings?"

"Why not?" The both juvenile adults couldn't help but answer with rhetorical question as smug, haughty grins hugged their lips as the blonde approached the counterplot, taking 2 more unused, ordinary mugs for Kit and Odette, hence, pouring it.

--- *** ---

It has been 3 months since the both rebellious serial killers have escaped the sinister, dull walls of the most notorious madhouse in the small city of Massachusetts as they have fled in Waltham. Furthermore, their tracks weren't visible for the security guards, numbering the authorities as they have found a small, godforsaken cabin in Waltham's countryside, throughout the advancing time turning it into their own home as they were striving to survive. Not only their survival was strenuous for the both young adults, further, they found cunning alternatives to earn money and invest some of the money in fixing the one-story cabin with one bathroom, one bedroom, one kitchen and corridor as these were the sole rooms.

The first weeks were the most difficult or rather challenging for Susan and Samuel, whilst with the elapsing time everything seemed easier for them without putting extra efforts. The both vicious criminals have never been that gleeful ever in their lives after escaping the residence for criminally insane as Samuel has found a job as a gasman on the nearest gas station in Waltham, whilst Susan was an ordinary librarian, assistating and guiding the visitors to find the books they are looking for. 

As the early days of March dawned, thus the black-haired woman figured out she was carrying a fresh life, which was growing inside her and that was readily explainable why the morning sicknesses, food craving, mood swings and the weight gain phenomenons were being so familiar to her especially second nature. Moreover, shortly after the unmarried yet couple have acknowledged Susan's pregnancy, they went immediately to doctor as he congratulated them, besides broke them the news to pay a visit again in the impending weeks to test the future mother's bump with an ultrasound. 

While Susan was in the bedroom, catnapping on the double bed as the cotton blanket blanketed her half naked body as pair of convenient white panties and large sized plain, white T-shirt were hugging her slightly pudgy frame, in this moment, the younger man was brewing honey tea, awaiting impatient past the cooker as the television was turned on a live concert of Elvis Presley since he was a sucker for rock and roll music unlike Susan, who was into variety of music, depending on her mood as well.

"Well they said you was high-classed! Well, that was just a lie! Yeah they said you was high-classed! Well, that was just a lie! Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine! You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!"

In the meantime, the young man was humming melodiously to himself even when he wasn't talented in the musical sphere. 

No longer than a minute later the honey tea was already ready as it was high time to pour the hot healthy beverage in the mug, while leaving the pot in the sink as he twisted the faucet, allowing water jet pooling the emptied pot. 

As soon as he twisted the faucet again, halting the running jet water, thereafter Samuel took the mug, grasping it as he walked away from the kitchen, ambling up to the bedroom's door until he rapped a handful of times, catching his future wife's attention, keeping her wits about his presence. 

"Honey, do you mind to enter?"

"Sure!" Susan replied dryly with hoarse voice as she reclined on the other side, without turning, in fact the position was sufficiently comfortable for her without causing any troubles for the fresh life which was keep growing inside her. 

"My future wife, Susan Clarke Manson's tea is arriving!" In the interim, the older woman turned to her boyfriend, giggling girlishly, sheepishly as she sat on the bed, taking the hot mug, sipping it and leaving it aloof on the right nightstand. 

"Why thank you, Sam! Didn't ya forget when is going to be our wedding?"

"Of course, my sweetheart! It's going to be on 10th of April. It's very very soon and we will be very soon family people."

--- *** ---

--- The Next Day ---

--- 7th of March, 1963 ---

The imminent day approached including Timothy's birthday, besides the weather today was vaguely improving even altering with the gradually dying winter days as the spring's episode was coming soon.

While Timothy was playing with the twins in the living room as Odette was accompanying him along with Charlotte, sitting on the carpeted flooring and eyeing the infants playing as their tiny hands were manipulating their toys, Kit and Judy were in the kitchen, baking a vanilla cake with caramel and pumpkin syrup, embellishing it. They were equipped with taintless, mere aprons as their armors in the kitchen, in case, if their garments are stained accidentally, due to the syrup or the cake's mouth-watering, enticing cream. 

"I've always liked baking cakes especially with Oddie, ya know!" The young gas station salesman commented as he was applying the syrup with great efforts, focusing utterly on adorning the cake. 

"I know! She tells me everything. She never hides anything from me, Kit!" The former holy woman replied, winking at the young man in jeering manner, swatting amiably, featherly his broad, muscly shoulder. 

"Good for both of ya! Because she's the same with me."

"Once you are considered as part of her inner circle, she tells directly everything to you, no matter if ya are the first or the fifth person, acknowledging the news." The blonde clarified, explaining more about her daughter as she discovered one of the pettiest secrets behind the juvenile lady. 

The truth eventually was the juvenile singer has always had trust issues with the majority of the people with a couple of exceptions as well. Once she accepts somebody as a friend or acquaintance, or rather a member of her inner circle, consequently she trusts gradually the person and can spill the tea about everything that bothers or interests her at least. Nonetheless the love child's insticts were as vivid and sly as determining her shrewd, having an ideal judgment of the things even if she was still young and learning. 

"Hey, Jack! Be careful with your brother's lovely toy." Timothy cautioned suffciently graciously the blond boy, pinching his button nose in teasing way.

In the interim, Jack was attempting to snatch the car toy from his brother, huffing impulsively as Lucas abided composed, pouting his baby pinkish lips, whilst Charlotte was playing with her mother, pulling stray tresses, which weren't coiffed in the messy bun, cooing jubilantly.

"You little devil, ya are so sweet when you pull your Mommy's hair, aren't ya?" The brunette taunted her daughter, whose giggles escalated as the non verbal bicker between the twins siblings was oblivious for the both females. 

"Boys, I told you to stop fighting over one boy! It's not nice seeing you fighting like aborigines." He opted to seperate the twin brothers as he handed the teddy bear to Jack, whereas Lucas receiving the car toy. "Lucas, you get the car toy which your brother craves. And you, Jack, you have the teddy bear!"

--- *** ---

"What's was going on?" Judy walked in the living room a quarter an hour later as Timothy tried to soothe his sons after a tough fight over a toy as the blonde didn't wear her apron this time. "Why these boys are fighting over these toys?"

"Boys will always be boys, Judy!" In the meantime, Odette put her daughter to slumber in the bassinet, taking an afternoon nap, whilst Kit was in the yard, watering the plants. "They will never stop fighting over some shit."

"We should find a solution!" The former nun suggested as she approached her husband and their baby sons, crouching down as she yanked the car toy for which they were combating one another for second time for today. "So guess what! We will try to balance the things as they swap their toys and give each other chances to play with them. That's going to be the solution to their infantile war." She kept on with her caution as she cleared her throat, whilst the former member of the church stroked gently the twins' heads, his fingers delicately caressing the softness of their still growing sparse hairs as an optimistic, calm smile was flourishing upon his pale as ghost, yet young-looking face.

"Well, it's not their fault why they're annoying each other. They are still babies, rare bird!"

"Who says that?" The older lady inquired rhetorically as a raspy, emphatic snicker zinged her lips. "The birthday man here!"

"I think I'm saying a bit too much."

"Ya aren't, darling!" Shortly after the middle-aged mother planted doting, delicate kisses on the twins' foreheads, thereafter she pawed her husband's broad, muscular shoulder with the palm of her petite, creamy as satin hand, squeezing it as she emboldened him to rose up with her altogether. "I have something for ya, Tim!"

"What it might be?" The younger man enquired absently as her slim, dexterous fingers kneaded his cotton top's fabric, looking up at his reassuring chocolate brown pools as vibrant nuances glinted in them.

"Don't ask! You will see." She clamped with a hand his eyes, persuading him to shut his eyelids temporarily in no time. A seductive, sultry smirk danced across her lips as Timothy cackled inwardly, bashfully, expecting his present. In this moment, the former nun snatched from her slacks' profound pocket a classy, velvet charcoal black tie. "You can already open them." Once the former holy man opened his once clutch tightly shut eyes as she removed her hand from them, meanwhile, his irises wandwred down to the tie as he was beyond dumbfounded by his birthday present.  Megawatt, beatific smile flashed upon his lips. "Surprise, sweetie! It's for ya!"

"Oh my! Judy, it's marvelous." He took amicably the tie from her cupped palm, scrutinizing it as he took his time to study his gift until his lips pursued hers, subsequently silencing her in a short, howsoever, steamy, deepening kiss. "Thank you for this gift! I love it not as much as my deep and eternal love for you, my rare bird!"

"I'm glad you love it. I love you too more than anything, Timothy!"