As Jude's burden eyelids grew abruptly, a several hours after leaving the hospital, she felt fatigued again, meanwhile yawned inwardly, putting a hand before her opened mouth. Her body betrayed the middle aged mother, who would appreciate more to spend her time with her children and husband even watching their little angels, when they are asleep as well, rather than to lay on the bed completely desolated. Without warmth, without any beloved company if it is either her husband, Timothy, or either any of the twins, Tristan or Ellie, or probably the both siblings. 

All of a sudden, the bedroom's door opened in squeaky way as Jude knew who was entering in their bedroom. It was Timothy, who wore his black peignoir as he held a cup of hot herbal tea for his wife, who had a hard time for the last 24 hours. Once he established himself inside their bedroom, he closed the door behind himself, heading slowly towards his wife as she turned her back, facing him as their eyes met, smiling to each other.

"Honey, this cup of herbal tea is for you!" He handed her as her smile grew, receiving a kiss on her temple, sensing her cheeks, dimly heating. 

"T-Thank you, sweetie!" She held the cup of tea in one of her hands as she sip a bit of her hot tea, sensing the hot herbal tea burning inside her body. As Timothy stood next to Jude, watching along their baby twins sleeping peacefully, they didn't miss the chance to spend some time together in communication and doing some activities, despite Jude's fatigue.

"You don't need to thank me!" His response was lucid as they smiled broadly to Ellie and Tristan, who hardly rendered any noise. "Those children are special!" Timothy kept on, as well.

"They are actually! You are absolutely right!" Sipping of the hot tea, meanwhile sighing in a relief. 

"After you finish with your tea, do you want to join me in the bed?" Mr.Howard enquired with a looming smirk across his lips as Mrs.Howard couldn't help, however, grin afterward. In this moment, he went up to the bed, collapsing in the middle as he kicked off his slippers. 

"Of course, my love!" She chuckled a little before her exclaimation as her eyes moved from her children to Timothy, who laid on the mildly wrinkled cotton blanket. She bit her bottom lip nervously.

Once she finished with her tea, she left the cup of tea by her side upon the night table, settling free her feet from the slippers, joining her partner in their king sized bed as they laid on one side, looking up in one another's eyes with passion, desire, yearning for something more than romantic and cute, in spite of the blonde's imminent protests. They cackled once their eye's contact acquired on more abysmal, intense level. Then they kissed each other's lips passionately, with compelling desire as Jude clasped her both arms around his neck as her thin, warm fingers caressed his nape's vanilla flesh, meantime he managed to wrap his both arms around her waist, holding her as his grip squeezed her outlined curves through her casual black and red striped, long sleeved blouse, his fingertips gently fondling her top's fabric. Their kisses became more truculent and luscious as their tongues started dancing against one another's damp tongues, heavily breathing along as Timothy managed to peel blouse's sleeves slowly, but steamy as she let out a soft moan with shutted eyes.

"Tim, we can't do it in front of the kids!" Jude muttered as she warned him gravely, meantime he removed his hands from her shoulders, breaking the kiss off like there was something wrong.

"Oh, they are just too little to realise what Mommy and Daddy are doing." He defended his own position as they just stared at each other's eyes with overwhelming lust and love in the same time, despite the restrictions as they have newborn twins which can wake up, thanks to their parents' intimate uproars.

"But darling..." She paused as she cupped his face into her both tiny, warm palms, looking directly at him as she slightly pulled his head towards her, scarcely dividing any centimetre proximity. "I comprehend you very well due to that our intimate life has lost its splendor, howsoever, we can do it somewhere else." 

"I know that we hadn't sex for a several weeks but you are right!" The former priest smirked as he cupped her both cheeks in his hands, spelling each syllable with seductive, faint voice. "We just cannot be the intruders to the children with our uproars."

"That's right!" Then Jude mellow, naturally rose lips pursued for his as they kissed swiftly, nonetheless, romantically, panting a bit. 

Then she hummed pleasantly as they fall asleep into each one's tight nearly soon, warm cuddles, barely wrapping a blanket to warm their bodies.

A few hours later...

As the night dawned, a nocturnal mysticism, serenity dominated in Boston's countryside where the couple had dwelled to live for straight 9 months, this night is going to be sleepless as well.

As Howards family welcomed 2 new family members from Jude's womb, apprending 2 more family members to their generation, heirs, a new generation, a future of Howards family, to inherit their sterling heirlooms from their ancestors and proto-ancestors, they had straightfoward but rigorous rules in their family to their future inheritors and many other future generations after them. First of all, the couple must await for their children to grow up, mature enough so that to explain them every rule of their heirs' codex without any exceptions. Second, once the future generation grows up and matures sufficiently, thereafter they should obey each rule of their family name, otherwise their guilty conscience will torture them for the rest of their lives. This guilty coscience doesn't emerges just in the first second after rebelling against either of inheritors' rules, it emerges after being condemned to live with guzhen conscience for the rest of their lives like a plagued curse that affects, demoralizing them. 

Initially, it could be perceived as a joke, although it's not actually. One of Timothy's family members had such murderously sinister experience from the late 90s of 19th century. It was actually his great grandfather who actually sold his already passed away wife's items especially her moonstone earrings, which would be born by the future generation females of Howards' family. Whereupon after vending them to one of the best London's local jewelry shops from first-person's perspective, without telling any family member, hence, the curse of guzhen conscience caught him up in action as he passed away in the first years of 1900s. Little did he know what tormented his frail, ancient soul in his last years of his life, unless when he felt something utterly odd, however, startling, gnawing his soul slowly, painfully. 

By the way, back to the essential moment, as the couple had already put their newborn twins to sleep with changed clothes, diapers and being nursed by Mrs.Howard, sleeping smoothly in their cribs in their parents' bedroom, the couple determined themselves to watch the stars and moon as they sit on the bench in the yard. 

As Jude wore the same blouse, followed by a pair of denim jeans, holding a glass of water, in the meantime Timothy wore a charcoal gray T-shirt, followed by black slacks, holding a glass of wine as he made an exception of drinking a weak alcohol, whilst his wife cannot as it might affect Tristan and Ellie's health condition during the breastfeeding process, besides harming them. 

As soon as they went outside, taking a seat next to each one on the bench, their eyes were glued into the spectacular swarm of stars in the dark sky, a mist moon dropping its moonlight below them, faintly illuminating their faces and hairs. 

The blonde rested her head on his shoudler as she sipped a few sips of her fresh water, meanwhile he sipped of his appetizing wine.

"This night couldn't be more than stunning, could it?" Jude inquired a rhetorical question in poetric way as her soft voice was so melodic for Mr.Howard's ears, of course. Igniting his heart as dragon's breath ashes his true feelings. 

He sighed as his response was direct and honest as well. "It could be! But it's much less stunning than you and the miracle that happened to us earlier today." 

Then she chuckled sweetly as she replied back. "For the last one I do agree...unlike the first one."

"Don't be pessimistic, rare bird!" He grabbed her sole available hand as his tight grip was more than comforting and pleasant, attempting to reassure her, his thumb massaging the back of her petite hand. "Of course, you are stunning! I am so lucky to have you and our kids."

"I know but I don't see the things about me in the same way as you."

"Don't worry, Jude! You are just perfect into my eyes!"

Then they rotated their faces as they can have an access to face each other, their eyes pursuing for deeper eye contact as their lips were more than craving for ordinary kisses. Once they approached their faces, they kissed one another's lips for brief period of time, but sensually as Jude sensed the wine's liquor touching her lips as she closed her eyes for a while, feeling herself in much different universe after the short but splendid kiss as the wine liquid tickled her upper and bottom lips, subsequently cackling along. 

Afterward they discussed about tomorrow morning's christening of Ellie and Tristan in the nearest church which they used to attend, praying and lighting candles. They carried on to watch the magnificent nightly scenery in front of them.

"I love you, my love!"

"I love you much more, rare bird!"

To be continued...