Author's Note: I'd like to apologize for postponing with a day and something to publish the new chapter, nevertheless, I got hooked on Breaking Bad by being obsessed and being the crucial reason for my writer's block so bear with me.  In addition to, I'd like to thank for 100 followers as this chapter is with over 15000 words, hence, it's a special gift for every reader for the 100th follower special. First and foremost, I'd like to thank you for reaching 100 followers today in Wattpad and for being loyal supporters of mine even to these, who actively follow for any updates of my stories! It truly means a lot to me since I'm in Wattpad for 2 years and 2 months with the unbelievable sum of 100 followers.

Furthermore, I'd like to thank to these, who spare their time to read even vote and leave a feedback on my stories and one-shot series, regardless how sloppy and bland they appear to be at times since I despise to delay with the updates!Last but not least, I'd like to apologize for postponing with updating Wings of Light but the writer's block got me lately since I got obsessed with Breaking Bad and losing motivation to write from time to time. Anyway the new chapter is going to be up within a few hours only so that to kill your worries if you're eagerly following the story! Once again, every follower, every reader and every active follower of mine earns my ginormous gratitude for this support which built me as a writer, besides making new friendships with certain prominent people who already know!So much love for everybody!Alex xoxo

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Previously on Wings of Light:

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"Mother, he changed for better! He's not the man yar eyes claim to see as mirages. I know him very well for these years as we both have been through a lot than my words could even describe. Not only he helped me to give a birth to our ray of sunshine as I'm luckier than anything to have both of them especially the thing that I graced our small family, moreover he gave me home. I've everything I'd dream of as a young woman. I'm loved and I'm happy with everything I've. I've my own job that I work with pleasure."

"You have right, my child! So as I know both of you pretty well, I think he's bad intentions as well. Do not get hooked on the fish too quickly! He's fishing for your trust so that somehow to take away Edward from you by blinding you again with his manipulative intentions and eventually you lose everything. Your home. Your son. Literally everything that satisfied you. He will be back in the church one day and pursue his dream as a Cardinal and afterwards a Pope."

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"It's a pleasure, Sister Jude. Monsignor Timothy Howard!" 

"It's mine pleasure, Father Howard. Sister Jude Martin!" 

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"M-Mother Claudia? What time is now? I see I've been asleep for more than two hours." 

"It's true. It scares me Edward hasn't been awake for a few hours, crying out loud for being fed." 

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"Yeah, yeah! I've been told so many times I'm so kind by Jude. Let's raise a beer toast for the men's beer party!"

"Cheers!"

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"Jude, the lunch is already ready! It's served on the table."

"Goddamn it! Just 5 more minutes, Mother Superior! I will be out of the bathroom very soon."

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"Why not? It's not forbidden for us, the nuns and priests to smoke a bit. It doesn't hurt to smoke and watch the rain in the same time, ya know!" 

"I know! Thank you!"

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--- Flashback ---

--- 14th of February, 1961 ---

"Cayden, where you're driving me?" The much younger woman's hoarsely jubilant chuckle clicked the roof of her mouth, whereas his mammoth, callous hand slapped her round, shed like a snake skin in a thin dark panty hose knee playfully.

"To my house, Josephine! Didn't you forget about our first date?" The Italian compatriot was driving Josephine up to his dilapidating property as his cab glided the cleared by its luxurious pile of snow path, linking with the way to the partly godforsaken two-story property. Her petite, alabaster hand managed to lower to his larger, amusingly warm, pawing it on top. Her slim, long as flute stings fingers kneaded gently, lovingly his calloused knuckle, admiring its true nature of the serial killer's masculinity.

Josephine was actually a young woman in her mid-20s, whose skin tone was as fair as alabaster. Her short haircut was pigmented naturally with auburn dye, framing refinedly her oval, full profile. Her button nose ideally matched with her big forest green pools, dappled with navy blue pigments, dueling with dominance whether by prepondirating the navy one sometimes, whereas other times more the forest green. Her height was approximately 5'6 with willowy body structure, building her entire identity. Last but not least, Josephine was usually wearing green in all shades garments, hugging her willowy frame. She's actually graduated from social science's university in Michigan by moving in Vermont for better life.

Cayden and Josephine have known each other for a week and right on St. Valentine's day, the both adults organized their first date in the Italian compatriot's home, due to the fact, the young lady despised going on hikes during daylight hours. She wasn't very fond of the daylight episode of the day, because of the sun, light and its ambience of passing overcrowded streets in Vermont's outskirts every time she went shopping in the grocery store or somewhere else.

"I haven't Cayden! So what's for dinner?" The young lady posed the question as her childlike inquisiteveness pressed the exceeding panic button in no time by snatching her pocket mirror from her purse, inspecting in a scrutiny once again her facial features and her dark make-up such as dark red lipstick, midnight black eyeshadows and midnight black eyeliner, contouring her long as harpy's feather wings, seizing her lips in a pensive, attentive pluck.

"It's a surprise, honey! But I promise the dinner is going to be very...very yummy, hands down!" The hoarseness and rich undertones in his snicker didn't fade even when the car's radio wasn't even humming. It wasn't even turned on to entertain and distract the both adults. "Have you ever been on a date, darling? I mean, where the gentleman prepares something so delicious for his lady." The callous fingers' motion of massage on her round knee highly affected her anatomy, drenching her flexible folds to every delicate and sensual touch.The personal level of the posed question dumbfounded the brunette, whose ivory, yellow-stained due to the quantity of smoked cigarettes daily, in order to keep her weight on the same scale and killing off the appetite chewed on her lower lip featherly.

"I've been on dates where my exes have cooked something delicious even if two of them have admitted they're terrible cooks." The recurring monotonous symphony of the buzzing car engine encumbered burden that burned as coals the young woman's eyelids, verging to drift off sleeping before arriving at her crush's house. She put back the pocket mirror back in her purse without thinking twice to check her looks self-consciously. Her head crashed on the headrest, sliding her legs, whereas the serial killer's colossal, callously soothing hand tricked upwards haphazardly from her round knee up to her hip, patting it affably, unknowledgably. "And I haven't been with them for years or something. Even one of them with whom I've been for longest time about the seventh month, after we had a delicious dinner and you know what else, on the morning after I woke up in an empty and cold bed. At first, I thought he was making a breakfast for me or at least, he was in the bathroom, showering." A deep exhale flushed her nostrils, while Cayden was listening attentively, rubbing her hip which startled her, following in the corner of her drowsy, partly blinking eye the motion of his callous fingers admiring the pantyhose's sublety thin fabric, cladding her legs. The monologue was postponing her wryly rueful chuckle and to remove his hand from her upper thigh since she wasn't feeling ready to have sex with the serial killer and it's their first date. "Instead, I was in the bed, fully naked and he came in the bedroom, shouting at me without reason to get out of his house. I was quite confused. I didn't get it why right on the seventh month and after making love to each other the last night right after dinner, he wants me out. I asked him what was wrong or something. He just told me to pick up my clothes within a few minutes or he will beat the shit out of me."

"What an asshole!" In the meanwhile, the Italian compatriot fluttered in rolling his chocolate brown pools, biting his lower lip, whilst managing to lift his hand from her upper thigh up to her shoulder, rubbing it alleviatingly. Warmness and violent impetus carved underneath her epidermis. Each bone embraced the touch in different versions. In some cases warm and alleviating, while in other cases, otherwise, embarrassingly pleasuring and arcane in the same time.

How long it has been Josephine being touched and consoled by a representative of the opposite sex especially after her last romantic relationship which she couldn't escape its realistic mental consequences and her abusive father, whom she alienated from him shortly after attending regularly Michiganian's social science university?

"I know he's a pure asshole, you know, Cayden! I picked up my clothes and left his property without turning back and thinking twice to have any associations with him ever again including interactions. It was all over. I was heartbroken after we've been almost for a year together and he just yells at me on the next morning to get out as if I'm nothing than a human waste."

"You aren't a human waste, Josephine! You're a wonderful girl." Meantime, her forest green eyes glanced quickly at the car's glass once again, making sure, in case, if they've already arrived after the tiresome car journey. "It's such a shame assholes like your ex didn't cherish your inner beauty and your one of a kind existence. You did a great job without turning back and having any intentions of interacting to him."

"At least, I'm proud of myself once I was hurt, I didn't give him a second chance. I realized he was nothing than a rolling stone. He was just there for me in these 7 months and one day, showing his true colors by telling me to get out cluelessly, angrily as if it was my all fault for goddamn sake."

All of a sudden, the car engine stopped in a halt buzzing dully, tiresomely as Cayden parked the cab past the two-story house that didn't look suitably decent, not offering moderate conditions for living at all. In the interval, the Italian compatriot got from the cab by slamming his door, ambling up to the young woman's side, in order to gentlemanly open the door for her and welcome her into his house.

"Here you are, baby doll!" The huskiness in his deep, seductive voice didn't peter out, offering a hand to hold hers and squeeze it until they set a foot in the corridor.

"Thank you!" Wryly grateful chuckle mewled from her tongue as she got from her seat, subsequently the vehicle was locked and their impending destination was the threshold, numbering the front door. "I-Is that your house?" Stutter was almost dying on the end of her tongue, thus nipping it unintentionally by whimpering quietly after scrapping with her front teeth the sensitive skin of her tongue and its muscles. Widened forest green pools were transfixed in mortification on the dilapidating house as according to her judgmental philosophy, why he didn't live somewhere in the slums since his two-story house incarnates the haunted and the lack of upkeep without investing any cash in its reparation and instead, his property is siatuted somewhere in the snowy woods of Vermont's countryside.

"Is that even a question, honey?" Profoundly wicked giggle nuzzled his tongue tip, lingering his throat as their shoes after waded the opulent carpet of span snow per a step left hazy snowy footsteps on the threshold. "It's. Don't expect me to be a Sugar Daddy, ya know!" At the moment, Cayden swatted amicably, lightly her shoulder, opting to ebb out her forebodings that brewed and cooked inside her blizzard of thoughts. A reassuringly optimistic smile creased across the older man's face by unlocking in a single click the front door, throughout guiding his guest up to the hall, whilst stepping aside and holding gentlemanly polite the door, winking gamely, seductively at her until her ankle heeled boots daubed the ankle boots' soles, cleansing them from the blanket of snow span.

"I know, Cayden!"

"Would you like to take off the coat for you?" Even how oddly polite the question floated from his pale-pinkish lips after shutting the front door and locking it subtlety without indicating a click, meanwhile, the Michiganian kicked off her ankle heeled boots by hopping up in conveniently fuzzy slippers. A mild, docile nod in a solemn agreement confirmed his words as he ambled up to her, consequently peeling off the winter pantaletot from her arms, hanging it on the coat hanger and guiding her to the kitchen. "Good! The dinner is actually oven fried garlic parmesan green beans with tuna salad. They're all homemade, don't worry, honey!" When the young lady seated on the kitchen table that was solely adorned with flickering its dancing flames candles in the middle of the table and glasses of poured fresh Italian red wine, Cayden opened the oven to serve in two empty, unused yet plates the meal along with some tuna salad.

"I love homemade food, you know, Cayden! I don't like the junk food from the grocery stores which disgusts me and I avoid eating something with big calories."

"Ah, you're a pretty healthy with this lifestyle and diet!" In the meantime, the middle-aged man turned to face her for a split second with creased wink. Smug, heinous grin across his mildly wizened parchment complexion flourished after serving the meal in the both plates on the dining table along with the silverware eating tools. "I like it very much how much do you care about your health and you put efforts in taking care of yourself properly."

"I just try my best to not spoil myself so much with something that is," Strangely, the older man didn't sit against his guest by reapproaching the countertop, his fingers lingering in clumsy caress as if he's a seller and recommending to the customers the hottest product that has been purchased in the past days and peaked with abundance of buyers. "That is lingering on my teeth and tongue except wine and whiskey. Aren't you ready for raising a toast, Cayden? Huh?"

"Shortly before this, would you like some music?"

"It would be a fine addition." Suddenly, the Italian compatriot quirked quizzically his grizzly dark and thick eyebrow, suckling on his lower lip teasingly, humming in low voice.

"A fine addition? Hmm! Josephine, you have a rich choice of songs which to play on the vinyl recorder!"

"Whatever it's, it's your best judgment!" A frustratingly jaded gasp flushed her chest, her slim, delicate fingers absently tapping the glass, attempting to calm her nerves.

"As you say, my lady Josephine!" Then he moved on the vinyl recorder by putting one of the vinyl disks in its, thereafter adjusting the needle until the song came on.

"Hello Josephine. How do you do? Do you remember me baby like I remember you?!" Fats Domino's song My Girl Josephine was recently playing in the background, humming its vinyl recorder, tingling angelically soothing to the Michiganian.

"That's incredibly lovely of you, Cayden! I didn't expect to turn on the vinyl recorder music, based on my name's song." Even how vilely bizarre sounded to the young lady that the recent song that was levitating in the background, it gave her somewhat chills as they raised a toast and gulped a handful of wee sips from the claret, savoring its claret's sinfully mouth-watering taste, lacing their wet tongues that yankered for its Italian wine's true taste.

"I wanted to dedicate it to ya, babydoll! Did you like the wine?"

"Yeah, I did." She wiped with the back of her creamily alabaster, petite hand the wine-stained's dew encased lips.

"How about the dinner, Josephine?" Meantime, his posed question made her choke the gulped sip of the Italian red wine, muffling it, whereas her only free elvish hand rubbed gently, reassuringly her throat's muscles to subdue any hints of puking. "Is everything fine? Do I need to pat yar back?" At the moment, saliva dripped from her tongue after choking, trickling its downward to her mini skirt's cashmere hem. A gesture to stop in a halt assured him to not get from the kitchen table.

"You used to laugh at me and holler "Woo woo woo"! I used to walk you home!"

"No, no, thank you! I'm good." A muffled dry cough scratched her throat, earning momentarily her host's incredulous gaze, holding hers with raised an arch of his thick and dark eyebrow, indicating its creasents on his temple and the cusp of his eyebrows. "What were you saying then?"

"What do you think about the dinner meal, Josephine?" The hoarseness in his repeat rendered her front teeth instinctively girlish, demure to bit her tongue tip, seconds before yanking the fork and prong the oven fried green beans with parmesan.

"Mmmm!" The oven fried green beans with parmesan molted in her mouth, lingering its scrumptious taste on her berry-coloured tongue, almost unable to resist its rich savor, fluttering shut her eyelids in its spellbind. The incredulity softened to smugness and sheer bliss, glowing his cocoa brown irises. The creases ebbed off abruptly in the limbo. No more marks or alludes of trustlessness crinkled the psychopath's face. "It's spectacular, Cayden! You did a great job for the dinner and spoiling with the wine."

"It's not calling spoiling, my lady! It's called," Softened pause left her on a cliffhanger for the emphasis on its tempting lisp, gulping a few tiny, blameless sips from the Italian claret. "Warm welcome!"

"I used to hold your hand! You used to use my umbrella ev'ry time it rained!"

"As you say, Cayden!" Muffled hoarse snigger slipped from her tongue, pronging some tuna from the luxuriously made salad until the bite perched on her tongue, munching it continuously, savoring its scrumptious savor. "Oh!" In the meanwhile, the young lady hiccupped, chocking in the mid-munching of the tuna salad's bite, glithering from her seat under the kitchen table in the final seconds before unconsciousness blanketed her figure as a grim reaper.

"Don't worry about this one, Josephine! I'm glad you tasted everything as well." Instead of aiding the guest, the Italian compatriot just gawked cockily with criminal rancor, mottling his chocolate brown irises as he reached for her petite hand, dragging her from the floor as a rag doll, whilst her eyelids struggled to blink until they fluttered tightly shut senselessly. "We shall make some sacrifice in the name of our first date, babydoll!" Then the middle-aged man heaved her weightless, senseless body from the carpeted flooring up to the countertop.

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--- A Few Hours Later ---

"Here we go with the relaxing bloodbath!" A few hours have elapsed after Cayden has butchered Josephine's senseless body and storing her entire shed blood in a jar for the bloodbath he's about to take within a handful of minutes, pouring the entire warm gore in the already filled bathtub. The pooling liquid incarnadined within moments with each droplet until the last abided droplets slowly but surely pelted down. The sound of splashing gore into the bathtub's pooling water tingled his ears with a low thrum of the liquid as if a rock was tossed in the misty lake, mirroring in its crystalline wavelets the saturating scintillating sun rays and the lakeshore.

At the moment, the middle-aged man discarded each garment of his from his suit to his boxers which were hooked on the bathroom's ajar opened door. The low humming of the twittering rats voyaged in the decaying room amalgamated with the poured as a cataract gore, launching downward until illuminating from translucent liquid into bloody red. The pungent reek of blood waffled across his nostrils, melding with the rats' urine and mold.

Then the Italian compatriot left the emptied jar on the marble, blemished with mounds and uncleanable stains sink, testing with a forefinger the bloody-stained water's temperature as it baptized his fingertip with hot liquid, searing it with slight bearable sore pain.

"I think it's time for a streamy bloodbath." All of a sudden, his burly figure dipped in the bloody swamp, allowing himself to recline on the rim of the bath, partly blinking his eyelids, gasping hedonistically in mellowly deep voice. Fiercely flaring his nostrils at the reek of fresh blood of his recent victim of his manipulations, his heart beats easened in soft pulsations into his toned chest. "Josephine's blood is the freshest for a good bloodbath even if it's one-off."

--- *** ---

--- End of Flashback ---

--- Nowadays ---

--- 14th of February, 1966 ---

The wee hours of Valentine's day morning have approached slower but steadier than gallop.

In the past days when Andrea was in David and Cassandra's home for a few days, she had a great time not only with her son-in-law, furthermore with her grandchildren, who loved her more than anything. In their spare time, the middle-aged lady played with Kathy and Jack on cards and with their toys and stuffed dolls, besides teaching them cooking and baking altogether. Furthermore, they shared with each other how their days at school passed and aiding them with their homework, in case, if it's a bit too difficult for them to solve the problems.

Anyway a few days ago, the prostitute got back in her one-story cottage, where she lived all alone and she got visited usually by her grandchildren along with David or Frank, one of her most loyal friends.

The last time when the middle-aged lady has called her friend was the last night shortly before the beginning of his night shift on the parking lot as a security guard by inviting him over her place to drink coffee and spill the tea.

It didn't take Andrea more than a quarter an hour to brew fresh coffee for herself and Frank after finishing his night shift on the parking lot and when she just finished with her task, she served the plain mugs with the searing caffeine beverages on the kitchen table, Frank was right on time by ringing on the door and welcoming him as they took their seats against one another.

"So how are you, Frank?" In the meanwhile, the middle-aged woman grabbed with a couple of fingers the mug's handle by gulping a handful of wee sips to refresh herself after coming to her senses an hour ago. The mellowness and honeyedness in her posed question tingled warmly the security guard's ears after spending hours on a parking lot, securing it and harking galore of buzzing car and other type of vehicles' engines. Andrea's voice was soothingly mellow and nothing like the ocean of monotonously buzzing vehicle engines which sung its recurring dull song. She sounded like an angel, sent from God to soothe consolingly her friends and family especially after having a tough day or tough time in their lives. She was one of a kind friend, in Frank's humble opinion. Regardless her notorious and long-career as a prostitute, the former police officer disregarded her profession and the notoriety, deeming them as nothing that characterizing and determining their stable and unique friendship they've built for months. Andrea was one of a kind friend, who was focused mainly on their friendship rather than on their flaws and imperfections. "How was the night shift on the parking lot?"

"I'm fine, although I'm slightly sleepy after listening constantly buzzing car and other kind of vehicles' engines. I can still hear them in my head." His pale-pinkish, coffee-stained lips grazed the porcelain material while swigging from the porcelain cup effortlessly, slurping in immense pleasure and lotus-eatingly, relishing the caffeine liquid, lacing his berry-coloured tongue. "I feel like a mess after this night shift, Andrea! Anyway thank ya for asking." He muffled a mere yawn with his solely free mammoth, veiny hand. "What about ya too, Andrea?"

"I'm good. I woke up an hour ago to make coffee for us after doing my morning yoga as well."

"Ah! Yar doing the morning yoga." Meantime, Frank left aloof his cup of coffee, quirking in bewilderment an eyebrow, forming a crease the gap between his both eyebrows, pursing thoughtfully his coffee-stained lips. A confident nod in a solemn agreement affirmed his uncertainity for not acknowledging the blonde's secret hobbies even during her leisure time. "That's doubtlessly healthy and marvelous. Why didn't ya tell me earlier it's part of yar hobbies?"

"I just started practicing it these days." Stammer lingered her vocal stings, factly, she didn't expect her friend to enquire her about yoga being part of her hobbies along with baking, cooking and playing cards. Frank's inquisitive nature was one of the middle-aged lady's favorite fragments about him, chewing on her lower plumpish lip. "I just discovered the yoga practice is among my favorite activities along with cooking, baking and playing cards." In the meanwhile, her slim, long as flute fingers absently played with the plain lily-white mug, emitting raspy chuckle. "I've been through an enormous stress lately while being in my son-in-law and daughter's house for a couple of days even if it's fun to be with my grandchildren Kathy and Jack, besides David." Heavy sigh flushed from her sensitive nostrils, casting a lowered gaze at the translucent dim that whirled as tornado from the cup of coffee, licking her lips greedily at the sight of yet hot coffee.

"Because of that jackass daughter of yars yelling at ya judgmentally, right?"

"Language, Frank!" Meanwhile, the blonde lifted an index finger directly at him as an accurately shot bullet at its target, whereas his lips popped up as exploding dynamite at her fierce words in an emphasis. "But yeah, Cassandra is still the same old headache, who doesn't give a shit about my existence and my unconditional love for her." Her slim fingers managed to knead reassuringly, versatily her temple to avoid a migraine or a headache at the hazy recollected disturbing memories of her daughter's shrilling menaces and yells at her, melding altogether as whispers of a schizophrenic that walloped his blizzard of thoughts incessantly with his own inner voices. The delicate fingertips swept her forehead's skin as if she's applying a lotion for subduing the burnt, unprotected skin that was allowed to be exposed on the sweltering sun in the daylight hours. "And that's why the yoga is part of my daily schedule especially in the mornings and before bedtime. It relaxes my mind and body after every tough day or a day, where the dynamics and the stress were a bit too much to be handled together."

"I can't get over how Cassandra is treating ya like a shit after everything good ya have done for her and in the name of yar maternal love for her." Mild ire swivel his tongue in the emphasis, scratching uneasily his grizzly scalp with his small fingernails, scrapping the sensitive skin of his head, capped with rich yet soft as cotton candy hoary hair that tickled his fingers. It profoundly hurt Frank how unfairly was treated his friend especially after sacrificing each ounce of hers to make her daughter happy and live a decent life back in her youth even childhood. "Some people like her don't realize what their beloved ones have done for them even if it's the pettiest nice thing they've earned," He paused, clearing his throat gruffily. "With love! I bet the promiscuous stuff appalls her as much as the crimes."

"There's a ginormous difference being a hooker and being a criminal. She'd be more ashamed of me if I was lurking around and murdering people."

"Anyway it's all the same for her."

"Exactly!" In the interval, the hooker gulped bittersweetly hard a lump, formed in her throat at the pout-tightened frown, crinkling her jaw line muscles. "And that's what it annoys me. She's smart girl but she acts like ignorant to not differ a criminal from a prostitute or a town pump."

"Let's change this stressful topic into something more joyous, ya know, Andrea!"

"What's on your mind, Frank?" Suddenly, her slim, delicate fingers reached for the mug of gradually cooling caffeine beverage, gripping it by its handle, sipping innocently then producing a smug slurp, wiping with the back of her hand her damp, caffeine-stained cherub lips. The concept of changing the topic from one to another was likable even approved from the both sides even when the middle-aged woman was fed up to bones to talk about how her daughter still neglects her and not bothering to acknowledge her existence. The temporal visit for a handful of days in Cassandra's home was too much to portray in five pages essay each word, each sentence and each moment that has affected somehow or not affected her mood. It was too much to talk about on the morning even when having a cup of coffee with a loyal and decent friend like Frank, who would love to listen to her for hours crying on his shoulder for her own issues and receiving a beneficial piece of advice. He was amidst the fewest people with David and her grandchildren, who deeply and still genuinely cared about her. "I'd like to talk about anything except the stressful topics where my word is inflammatory."

"Urm, how about Valentine's day since today is the day of the people in love, ya know?"

"I'm already forty-five years old, Frank! Moreover, I don't have somebody who I'm head over heels in love in mind." All of a sudden, the single mother ducked shamefacedly her head, watery eyes pinching the sensitive tissues of her eyelids searingly, verging to pour a heavy rain of crystalline tears, staining her yellow-stained due to the smoked tobacco daily, slightly wizened with the age complexion. "But I wish I could have. My life is a total mess." Andrea found her head already cracked on millions of glassily flimsy and frail pieces shattered with a single throb. After the divorce with her ex, consequently after moving on freshly her life, the middle-aged lady has been once in a relationship, surviving with her ex-boyfriend a few years a romantic relationship until they splitted up and preferred to stay as friends only.

"Hey, dear! Do not blame yarself even when yar working something that doesn't grant ya a good reputation at all!" His mammoth, amusingly warm hand reached for her elvish, milky as alabaster hand, taking it into his secure as a thumb managed to knead the back of hers comfortingly. "I'm sure some of yar clients have the enormous wish to get to know ya instead of, ya know. Fornicating!" Thereafter he brought her hand up to his coffee-stained lips, pecking a gentle, gracious kiss on her frail knuckles.

"Well, for example my ex-boyfriend. He used to be a hired client of mine and instead of making it out for one-night stand, he invited me to watch a movie on the cinema and have a deep conversation afterwards on our way to home."

"Tell me more about it." The middle-aged man's inquisitiveness erupted as scorching volcano, squeezing his friend's hand into his larger, protective to banish her anxiety and worries. The sudden interest of Frank to listen to her story about her ex touched her, sedating her bones and muscles with nothing than the sensantion of warmness, understanding and love which she could find in Frank's sincerity and loyality. "I don't judge, ya know."

"He was so sweet, kindhearted and wonderful gentleman. I was around twenty and eight-year-old woman. He was in his mid-twenties. Cassandra was a little girl yet by that time. His name was Gus Furmanek. He's from Greendale, Wisconsin. He's Polish roots from his father's side, whilst his mother is actually a Canadian. He was raised in a strict household since he's strongly looking forward to be an engineer like his father." A deep breath disturbed the pause for a split second, tilting her head. "Anyway he preferred to emigrate in Vermont just like me a long long time ago, in fact, his father was pain in the ass with his strictness even when he's a grown-up young man. He was already an adult, not a child to be freakly controlled by his father. He emigrated in Vermont before me and pursuing his studies in engineering though he gave up on the last year since Gus's desire was to become a lawyer by studying in a law school." In the meanwhile, the blonde chugged her coffee within seconds by getting from her seat, in order to fill with water the emptied cup in the sink. "We were for a few years together and Cassandra really loved him as her own step-father, despite we haven't planned to marry each other. Gus loved her too. But suddenly on the third year of our dating, we splitted up, due to the fact, he hasn't got enough time to satisfy me romantically and his career as a lawyer was filling his hectic schedule. And perhaps, I think that was the wise decision, in his humble opinion. Staying as friends since being a lawyer was coming a bit too much for him daily and I could fully understand him."

"At least, yar still friends which are good instead of ending up like enemies. Just like with one of my high school girlfriends who I ended up as friends for the rest of our days!" The smile of the former cop had thousand patterns of optimism, parting his baby pinkish lips, creasing across his face. "I'm sure ya and Gus were a drop-dead gorgeous couple together."
"We were for sure! He was a keen fan of going to the cinema and taking me on movies in the weekends. The last time when we saw each other was 3 years ago." The suddenness in lowering her hoarse voice after resitting on the dining table taunted the former policeman's mind being assaulted with abundance of questions per a second. Something was off, according to him. Andrea sounded desperate even her lowered voice gave hints to him that everything was far from alright. "Up to now, I really don't have any idea where's he or something. I've the strong feeling after his haphazard disappearance, the things were far from reassuring for me. It haunts me up to nowadays. I feel trapped in the past's fear and terror."

"W-Why? Did he pass away?" All of a sudden, the middle-aged lady's eyelids immersed in salty dew, hazy rivulet trickling her lower eyelids fatly, verging to produce secretion, bobbing her head at the thought of her ex-boyfriend and long-time friend's disappearance 3 years ago, biting her upper lip. Sniffling quietly, unable to subdue the melancholy as if a gladiator's chariot with horses tugged impulsively and uncontrollably the gladiator without being able of properly guiding them.

"Not exactly! Just days after seeing one another, he was on a business trip to Minnesota but suddenly he became a victim of an airplane crash without finding the plane's ruins and passengers which was even weirder."

"That's tremendously odd! I'm sure the government is such a coward to leak any secret behind this mysterious airplane crash."

"The government never spoke anything about this airplane accident which is even odder. I hope he's on better place if he isn't among us or at least, he's safe and sound!"

--- *** ---

After drinking his morning coffee and getting ready for the train station, the former aspiring Monsignor drove to the train station by parking his car in the sole parking lot and awaiting eagerly for his former lover's arrival.

His winter black pantaletot well matched with his trousers, shoes and his sweater, coating his torso with unfindable from anywhere heat, snuggling as replacement even when he hadn't a special companion to snuggle and share a mutual warmness. Timothy truly missed cuddling with his former lover and allowing her weightless body nestled altogether in the warmth caverns under the quilt every night. He truly missed each moment spent with her along with their ray of sunshine. He missed with every fibre of his body to feel her warm, coffee-stained breath after the morning coffee fanning his ear and chestnut hair. Timothy missed the velvety Boston accent that accentuated her utterance. The hoarseness in her voice without ebbing out. The rich resonance of her husky chuckle when something sincerely made her laugh or at least, to trickle an airbrush with vibrant colors across her face and painting the genuine, beaming smile he longed to behold every morning and every moment of their existence. The British compatriot frankly missed with every ounce per a second when they exchanged pecks on their cheeks and foreheads even consoling, sweltering warmness in their hugs. Last but not least, he missed the morning breakfasts and coffees which they never missed together as a family and dinner time. Breakfast and dinner time were the only daily episodes which they've been together ultimately without canceling them except when Jude was in Connecticut and she was on a date with Cayden in his property.

The mid-February icy wind stirred up with powder of mild pinkish blush the former priest's chubby, well-defined cheeks, attempting to weather his berry-coloured, soft as satin lips, draining his freshness and youthfulness naturally as a natural disaster. Swarm of people, whether waiting for their train eagerly with their train tickets to go somewhere else on a train journey over the country or on the contrary, awaiting in the mid-February morning's glacial blanket, bundling its surroundings strangers for their friends or family to be back from any corner of their big home land they traveled whether for long or short time.

Jude and Edward were yet in the train which they took back for Vermont from Connecticut. She needed to nurse her son four times on their way to Vermont until their train wagon stops on the train station at last.

All of a sudden, the newspaper man tossed bluntly a rolled newspaper at the former holy man, startling him until his muscly, strong arms cradled, catching for his own luck the rolled newspaper with today's breaking news, jotted down. Unfortunately, Timothy didn't have the luck to find out who was the newspaper man, who tossed the newspaper at him, vanishing in no time.

Anyway his bare colossal hands unrolled the journal, perusing in a scrutiny the today's news until his cocoa brown orbs scanned a journal's article under the name "Free St. Valentine's party tonight" with big bold letters, indicating its article's important to grab prominently the reader's attention promptly at first sight. The entry drew his attention and an impulse of an idea just popped up in his mind. First and foremost, the entry's description was far from unimportant for him to procure the basic information about the free St. Valentine's day party which is going to be held in each bar and club in Vermont.

Only for today, in fact, it's today St. Valentine's day, esteemed as the day of lovers, every bar and club is going to have a free party center for everybody who've interest to participate in the party, no matter their age and whether if they're in love or not yet. Everybody is welcome to go and have fun!

"That's a good amateur article. I'm wondering which kiddo is being allowed its article to be published in the public journal." In the interim, the British compatriot snatched from his pantaletot's pocket a lighter along with his cigarette pack to smoke a cigarette for a few minutes until Jude and Edward's arrival, consequently gapping with its cigar length his lips, liting it up until he put the cigarette pack with a couple of remaining more cigarettes and lighter back in his coat's pocket, reclining on the bench and taking a first drag at his cigar, subsequently puffing a hoary dim. The rolled newspaper was motionlessly cradling on his lap. On one hand, the journal's entry dissatisfied how amateur appeared some journalists to be and how its redaction allowed their articles to be out in the market, available for thousands of enthusiasts. According to the once holy priest, the article was far from professional and indispensable to be an urgent announcement for the Valentine's Day enthusiasts since there are some young people who usually visit bars and clubs and they will figure out for themselves there's a free party.

On other hand, it gave him a spark of an idea to fill the schedule for today and take the further step in his toxic relationship with his former lover by working and opting to repair the mess they're swamped in for months. Instead of staying at home after dinner by watching TV, watering the plants and let the boredom consume them insurmountably and having no progress at all. How long it's been Timothy to overcome with something beneficial and even if it's a cliché, nonetheless it's original in aiding to find the light and most of all, the right track of his love for Jude which he caged inside? At first, the former man of the cloth feared if they rushed up and they took this step much earlier, nothing will change now with exception for worse and muddling their relationship they've being building for years but now for weeks and months after no longer residing the dull walls of the notorious madhouse. However, since Timothy and Madeleine aided Jude to recover somehow from Cayden and his malicious intentions, anyway having a first date whether outdoors or indoors won't harm their relationship at all. It would be rather the better alternative to help one another recover from their held grudges for months and the abstinence that blocked their way to achieve felicity and harmony after serving the church for years, without thinking twice to flee, because of becoming family people and escaping Boston to cleanse themselves from the dreadful memories that yet haunted them but not as much as before. Haunting dreadful memories as if the infernal eyes and somber shadows were casted at the former members of the clergy, scrutinizing each manner and motion of their decisions, rationalized.

"Or at least, that's a good idea to welcome Jude back in Vermont and to open a new chapter in our lives!" Taking a second drag at the cigar length, throughout blowing the ashy dim, overspread its pungent stench of tobacco across his nostrils as sea's wavelets, swimming smoothly. Pensively optimistic smile flexed his jaw until one of the train wagons stopped in a halt its monotonous engine until it was silenced by its passengers' chattering, swimming in the background. Suddenly his chocolate brown pools shifted timidly, hesitantly to the train wagon which stopped until he found out the Bostonian held in one of her arms, rocking the almost five-month-old infant, cascading cautiously the train's stairs by holding in her solely free hand a suitcase with her baggage. In the meanwhile, the younger man tossed on the ground the unsmoked drag by stomping on it without allowing his love interest to find out that he's smoked. Afterwards he snatched a one-off packed gum, chewing it incessantly to refresh his breath, despite the inescapable stench of cigars, glazing his tall figure. "Jude and Edward! I really missed both of you!" He scurried in no time to scoop them in a tight, warm embrace after having a tough time home alone for days.

"Timothy, I missed ya so much! I'm so happy to see each other again!" Ecstasy was clearly visible in her muffled whisper, whilst burying her porcelain, yet young-looking complexion in the crook of his neck. Her suitcase was set on the ground for awhile, whilst melting in the embrace she yearned to feel and melt in not just for seconds, minutes and hours but for days. "Ya don't have any idea how much I missed ya."

"At least, you're back which relieves me and makes me glad!" At the moment, Edward threw his pudgy arms around his father's neck, molting in the loving embrace they shared altogether. "I'm sure you have a lot of to tell about your stay in Mother Claudia and Connecticut for a few days."

"I do have, in spite of she was slightly," When they broke off the hug, stutter sluggishly lingered, postponing her reply by sorting her mind to overcome with a rational, nevertheless, straightforward reply at what exactly her former mentor told her and talked behind Timothy's back. "Ya know, she was unpleasantly surprised at first how we're having a baby by breaking a vow and about yar past."

"Look what, rare bird!" Meantime, he cupped the cheeks of Edward and the blonde in the palms of his stark, flabbergastingly warm hands, tracing with the tad of his thumb the blonde's well-defined cheek. Light cherry blush touched faintly innocent her cheeks, melting in the delicateness of the gentlemanly touch. "Hi lovely angel! Daddy missed you so much." He shifted his attention for a split second to the young boy as he babbled cheerfully his father's name, giggling quietly, mirthfully with a budding smile, smeared across his lips. "Jude, she's absolutely wrong what she has talked about my intentions and breaking the vow we took years ago! We used to be a nun and priest years ago and I got you out shortly after you gave a birth to our lovely cherub angel. We're madly in love each other so that this miracle is with us at last and I don't see the mistake, because it's not a mistake what we have done with Edward and leaving the church and Briarcliff for good." The younger man exhaled sharply, attempting to control the chewing process of his gum, in order to not look bizarrely suspicious into the former promiscuous nightclub singer's eyes. "If she thinks I'm going to manipulate you and let you down just like the old Timothy Howard would do when he was a blinded by its an ambition priest, that's the biggest lie. Because I've took a vow to not leave you ever again and I'll stay with you no matter the circumstances."

"That's what I exactly told her but at first, she refused to listen to me! I understood how lovingly protective she's over me, due to the fact, she considers me as her own daughter figure but I'm glad she apologized later. She constantly warned me to be careful even when I'm careful the most."

--- *** ---

--- 2 Hours Later or So ---

Two hours that were measured in a car journey up to the two-story privately owned property, the both former devotional members of the clergy conversated one another about Jude's stay in Connecticut for a few days and Mother Claudia's initial fierce words about the British aristocrat.

As soon as they were finally at home after the long car journey, the cab was parked in the yard and the former holy man helped to his love interest with the luggage by bringing it back upstairs along with Edward by putting him in his crib to rest for a few hours until he's peckish for breastmilk, Jude was downstairs, lingering in the living room after noticing the new piece of furniture she quickly fell in love with.

"Here you go, little cherub angel!" Seconds before laying him in the crib by drapping a blanket over his petite body, his mammoth, secure hands heaved him in the air, baby talking to him softly. The softness of his British accent was soothing for the infant and having no troubles to drift off sleep within seconds. "I love you more than anything, Edward Ralph! And I'm so glad you and your Mommy are at home after these tiresome days of loneliness and emptiness." Little did he know why the middle-aged woman delayed to tower the stairway for the second floor and unbox her luggage within a couple of minutes. His pale-pinkish, cherub lips peppered the little boy's chubby, tinted sanguinely with blameless natural paint of ruddiness facial skin with doting, feather kisses, giggling by melting in the cheek kisses. Then he laid down in the cot the baby to slumber for a handful of hours, petting his head as a young puppy, admiring the softness of his chestnut hair, wearing a radiant smile, glimmering thousand of blissful patterns as one. "I'm sure you need some sleep after this exhausting train journey as I'll take a good care of the things around the house. I promise, my little warrior!" Then Timothy gripped by its handle the suitcase, walking away from the children's room by leaving in the middle of the king-sized bed's bedroom the unpacked baggage of the former pious sister of the church. "Jude, what are you doing?" Meanwhile, his British accent mewled the inquiry.

"I'm checking the piano." In the meanwhile, the younger man fled the bedroom by descending the stairs, his hand slithering downward the stairway railing, measuring its length with fingers. His masculine, sufficiently loud footsteps creased apprehension across the former licentious jazz nightclub singer's face, whilst perusing in a scrutiny the note which the British compatriot has scribbled the last night.

Dear Jude/my rare bird,

First and foremost, the house, where we live and it's our family sanctuary isn't the same without you and Edward! The silence is just eating slow but sure as the death and the gravestone. For a few days, all I can hear is my own voice, tingling my mind. I feel like the loving instincts of holding Edward, giggling together and look after him as a true father or cuddling under the warm quilt, whilst witnessing the late night cries of our lovely son or just the nocturnal silence of petals flickering being safe and sound together, talking during breakfast and dinner time are just like third wheel for me now. I genuinely miss them.

I don't know what Mother Claudia' intentions might be once you've the opportunity to spend some time with her for the past few days in Connecticut but I've a bad feeling. No matter what she has said about me, I truly stand for you and Edward.

I just miss the jubilant voices of you and Edward, whirling like a tornado in our only and own house. I miss your smiles, laughters and everything else about both of you. You're two of a kind as well!

In addition to for St. Valentine's Day, this piano that I spent hours of disassembling it is one of your presents. I really hope you like it as a present.

But shortly before pouring my entire heart in writing this note, a memory with us just a few weeks before that young man's exorcism whirled in my whirlpool of thoughts. It was a rainy, casual October day.

I was all alone in your office for unknown reason. But your humming prickled my skin in goosebumps. You were like a mermaid with that long golden curly hair without wearing your veil. You weren't Sister Jude then. You were just my rare bird as at first I was so shy, in fact, you're the first ever woman, who broke the celibacy curse out of me. I told you, your hair was so distracting after offering me a cigarette and we smoked, while watching the heavy rain pouring in Boston as if God was weeping of joy, seeing two God's servants uniting and smiling at us, watching his blissful crystalline tears nurturing the nature. He was thankful for uniting us even if he saw some unholy hints behind our then platonic and somewhat romantic relationship we had. Then we sat on the top of your desk as you rested your head on my shoulder, purring sweetly.

My goodness! Sometimes the memories are more vivid than our voices in our heads.

Once again, I'd like to thank you once again for your forgiveness and goodwill that bring us back together even as just parents of Edward! If I weren't the one to be part of your family and to rescue you, no wonder what disastrous misery would trap you in an eternal darkness. I don't want even to imagine this darkness where you aren't, luckily. It would haunt me for the rest of my days.

Jude, believe me or not, I love you and Edward more than anything and I'd sacrifice each ounce of myself to make you blissful! You really deserve it!

By Timothy

"A-Am I dreaming?" Mumble chattered her chin, watery eyes produced twin fat rivulets across her lower eyelids, verging to well salty, joyful tears in her eyelids as a luxurious fountain due to the words that deeply touched the bottom of her heart, nibbling on the silken skin of her lower plumpish lip. Little did she know how heartwarming and comforting were the former ambitious Monsignor's words, poured in a short note to her, describing the true notion of loneliness for a few days as if it's alook like a timeless, dark eternity. The blonde could already put herself into his shoes, picturing the heartache and every emotion and feeling he felt then in pouring each word per a second and per a sentence. The clicking masculine, sufficiently shrilling footsteps of the former Monsignor were oblivious for her as if her entire attention was focused on the note. What it struck her additionally was the mentioned recollected prominent memory they'd in Briarcliff a few years ago especially in her office. Fat twin tears tumbled down her cheeks, drenching faintly the note's vulnerable, plain paper.

"Y-You read the note?"Stammer snaked sluggishly by grinding on his tongue, almost dying on his tongue tip as soon as he stepped in the living room, catching the Bostonian reading the note he left on the piano keyboard the last night. In the meantime, she grasped in her slim, delicate fingers the note, shifting her stare with a tearfully merry smile, bloomed upon her round, full profile. Round hazelish-brown pools widened at the sight of the British aristocrat, bustled up to him as a foal, agitatedly bustling up to his parent, seeking welfare, comfort and love after being attemptedly assaulted by other bigger, more ferocious beasts. She spread momentarily her arms to curl them around his shoulders for a hug.

"I did. Oh God! I didn't expect all this." Quiet sob drenched his sweater, whereas her face was buried in the crook of his neck, grasping the embrace. His both muscular, toned arms guarded her waist. Her heart raced haphazardly. "I've hardly imagined ya would be that sweet to write it for me and buying this new piano."

"I bought it not only for our family, most of all, I bought it for you as you can play on it anytime and any part of the day."

"That's a bit too much for me for today, I guess!"

"No, no, no!" Honeyed shushing broke off their embrace as with the tad of his thumb he daubed the trickling creeks of bitter, crystalline tears. "No, no, no!" In honeyed mellow voice he repeated, clearing his throat softly. Her puffy, ruddily sore eyelids blinked in a choir, reproducing the drying flow of tears, staining her parchment complexion. "You deserve anything that makes you happy. You deserve to be spoiled and loved."

"I'm just feeling uncomfortable when somebody sacrifices something for my happin-" In the interval, another sob taunted the former holy man to daub her tears with the tad of his thumb, whilst his only free hand's couple of fingers tucked a fistful of wild aureate strands behind her petite, sensitive ear, thereafter managing to lower his fingers downward to her chin, grabbing it to tilt her ducked her head, meeting each other's gazes.

"Jude!"

"What?" She whimpered the enquiry with slight vexation.

"Everything is fine! You're loved and you're quite blissful. You've been through a lot and your strong character and determination awarded you with unseen rewards which you've them now. You deserve much better!"

"I just need ya and Edward. That's all what I need!" Then she charged her face in the crook of his neck for a consoling, doting snuggle, nuzzling with her button, delicate nose tip the crook of his palish neck, subduing her sniffles. "I don't need any presents or trips to the Carribeans to be the bloodiest happy woman on the planet. I don't need fricking jewelry to be the prettiest. Oh God!" Suddenly the middle-aged lady fashioned in balled fists her elvish hands that clawed his muscular, broad shoulders.

"Aw, Jude! It's among the fewest times I've ever heard you being honest about your feelings for me. Everything I've written in the note is true what I truly feel and mean in the same time." Shortly after they broke off the embrace, consequently the younger man followed the older woman, who towered the stairs, in order to unpack her baggage and distribute them in their default places. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"What do ya mean exactly?"

"How about to go out together on a first date tonight and to do something much different rather than staying at home after dinner or before dinner for the evening news and then putting Edward down to sleep?" Whilst the middle-aged lady was discarded the folded garments and underwear of hers by sorting them in the accurate drawer, the suggestion of doing something different and altering their schedule somehow was approved by the former nun, suckling on her lower lip bashfully as a schoolgirl. In the meantime, the younger man was reclining on the doorframe of the fully bedroom opened door, gawking the motion of Judy distributing her once cached in a suitcase clothes with a irretrievable beaming, sympathetic smile, shimmering thousand of beaming patterns in a single second. Her lethal silence and bashfulness somehow persuaded Timothy's idea of their first date wasn't exactly likable or on the contrary, she needed some time to ponder on the suggestion which wasn't repeating daily. "Is everything okay, Jude?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Once the Bostonian finished with sorting the attires, then she unpacked the baby items such as baby clothes, toys, bottle and soother along with the package of diapers, baby soap and baby shampoo. "I really like your genius idea, ya know." There aren't any visible hints of sarcasm even irony in her utterance, when she suddenly, slowly and steadily turned to face him after unpacking the baby stuff for Edward Ralph, beaming at him. "But it's so unbelievably overwhelming all this. I haven't expected ya will overcome with something genius for tonight, Timothy!"

"At least, it happened! I'm sure we will have a great time rather than doing absolutely nothing at home tonight."

"But what about Edward? Who will look after him during our absence?"

"Even if we're absent for the whole night," Mischievous chuckle clicked the roof of his mouth, approaching the king-sized bed by picking up a fistful items from the baby stuff, seconds before fleeing up to the children's room to sort them. "Maddie and Roman can look after our baby son but there should be remaining breastmilk in the baby bottle."

"How I almost forgot about those both? Oh!" The amalgamating of taking a deep breath, weltering her chest and the opened warily notoriously creaky door swam on the second floor. Meantime, the middle-aged woman grunted a mutter in dissatisfaction for her oblivion after breastfeeding her ray of sunshine and being foolishly head over heels in love with nobody else than her confidant. "Of course!"

A half a minute later Timothy reentered in the bedroom aid Judy with unboxing her luggage.

"What time we shall leave?"

"In six and a half o'clock tonight. You have enough time to collect some rest since it's going to be a sleepless night." He winked gamely, optimistically at her as the both adults couldn't suppress jubilant, sheepish giggles.

--- *** ---

--- A Couple of Hours Later ---

"It's surprising me how we went out in the park, instead of being at home for an hour, you know." The middle-aged lady bashfully, girlishly folded her arms in snuggle, whilst seating alongside her younger client who was a man in his mid-30s with dark blond hair, capping his soft as satin head. The younger man possessed darker hues of amber brown irises, dappled with midnight black pigments. His skin tone was healthily olive-tanned with plump, masculinely shaped pale lips. Furthermore, he was tall 6'4 and he was pretty tall, compared to Andrea and his body structure was leanly muscular. Last but not least, he's from Ohio as his parents are with French, Dutch and English even slightly Argentinian roots, affecting his facial features. His name was actually Harry Roberts.

"I just wanted to surprise you, Andrea! I don't like it to use the women for beneficial and sole purposes as you get me." The Ohio native emphasized, curling his both leanly muscly, protective arms around her, resting his chin on top of her long golden mop of glossy tresses, inhaling the rich aroma of lilacs, wafting across his sensitive nostrils.

"C-Come on! I thought you were like the other men." Sarcasm took advantage of her daredevil, ironic game, muffling a whisper with her warm, hot chocolate-stained breath.

"I'm not them, Andrea! I'd rather prefer getting to know you rather than getting laid with you. It's a humiliation."

When Harry arrived in the prostitute's home, what it flabbergasted her was that he invited her directly on a hike in the park in Vermont's outskirts by relaxing and getting to know each other. How long it has been since somebody from the opposite sex has treated her adequately and kindly, besides Gus, her absent old friend and ex-boyfriend in the same time? The blonde was deeply touched by his humongous enthusiasm of getting to know one another and spending their time outdoors in the frosty mid-February day in the wee hours of the afternoon.

During their hike, the both acquaintances drank a hot chocolate in one of the cafeterias and wandering the snowy streets of the Vermont's countryside. What the both adults came to the conclusion is that they quickly became fond of one another, in spite of knowing one another for a few hours only.

Harry was amidst the fewest men, who will genuinely confess he'd rather prefer getting to know the prostitute instead of getting laid with her and then dumping her an hour later.

--- *** ---

--- Later that Day ---

A several hours later after catnapping and feeding a couple of times her baby boy, the former sister of the church spent a few hours in getting ready for the first date by taking a shower and washing her hair, besides shaving her legs and underarms, avoiding its wiry dark body hair to diminish her self-confidence and applying some make-up along with besprinkling perfume on her wrists, neck and hair. Timothy just took a shower by getting dressed and combing his hair and in his spare time, phoning Madeleine to look after Edward as Roman accompanies her, in case, if he hasn't got any plans for tonight.

On their first date, the blonde determined herself to be donned in a scarlet red classy cocktail dress as its hem flared across slightly above her round, well-defined knees with satin long sleeves and plunging neckline, exposing partly the delicate, mossy skin of her cleavage and collarbones. Black classy stilettos shoing her petite, brittle feet that were clad in thin, dark stockings as its garters dangled to her hips. Silver with ruby gemstones dropping earrings and rings, slipped in her slim fingers. Her halo ringlet of sleek old Hollywood gilt tresses framed her round, full profile graciously by congesting on her shoulders with the adorning make-up which she didn't have any intentions of applying too much. Solely liberal bright red lipstick, glossing her cherub, full lips along with dim black eyeshadows smeared across her eyelids with the applied midnight black mascara, contouring her long, elegant eyelashes that flittered per a blink.

They left their property shortly after Madeleine's appearance as she came alone in the small family's mansion to babysit the love child of the former religious members of the clergy without being accompanied by her older brother, who was with his friends in a bar tonight to drink beer and prattle shenanigans. Further, the Michiganian solemnly promised her friends that she will take a good care of their son during their absence for the whole night. Within less than a half an hour, the cab was parked in one of the free parking lots, reserving a free lot for the vehicle, while having a romantic dinner in one of the adjacent restaurants that wasn't far away from their house, in case, if they worry for being tipsy and delirium. For their own luck, they were both together instead only one of them as if either of them is murderously intoxicated to have only one driver between both on their way to home.

As soon as they made their own way inside the restaurant which wasn't expensive at all, nevertheless, it could offer exotic ambience and authentic food at first sight, they seated against each other next to the window. The background music's that was emanating from the wall speakers hummed. Notwithstanding the circumstance that a couple of couples have chosen namely to spend their Valentine's Day in the restaurant, whether for a first date or just rerouting their evening routine slightly differently. Whether altering or not exactly. Even if Jude and Timothy didn't alook like those kind of duos or people, who were going out, howsoever, at least, altering their evening roster by replacing a family dinner on the kitchen table and then lulling their little cherub angel with hiring Madeleine to babysit their love child and having fun at least for an entire night which was all their.

"Took a walk and passed your house late last night! All the shades were pulled and drawn way down tight!" The Silhouettes by Herman's Hermits hummed in the background with its vocalist's eloquent sonority, chanting the lyrics.

"It looks so exotic there. No wonder why the near restaurants are better than the most luxurious in the whole city!" A sharp, ablaze exhale flared her nostrils, whereas her both hands peeled off the winter pantaletot from her lean arms, thus folding it gingerly on her purse.

"That's absolutely right! Some luxurious restaurants might not offer the best quality food, you know." Assuring, confident smile parted upon his baby-pinkish lips, rubbing unnervedly his clammy palms after one of his hands was turning the steering wheel and the other one rested on Jude's knee during their car journey, sweeping its generous layer of clamminess that stuck on his palms in his pant's knees.

"Fair enough! Some just label insane prices so that their business to not bankrupt and earn even with its shitty quality they offer." What it was oblivious for the middle-aged lady was that one of the main waiters wandered by servicing some horde of clients with reordered food and drinks until her caramel brown pools, mottled with incredulity at her own words and fierceness in her straightforwardness muffling her last words, widening at the waiter. "Oh Jesus H Christ! The waiter! Phew!"

"He's supposed to come over there." The former ambitious Monsignor added, eyeing blankly, glassily the other waiter who was approaching their reserved table with leather covered menus.

"From within, the dim light cast two silhouettes on the shade! Oh, what a lovely couple they made!"

"Good evening! " Meantime, the other waiter handed them the menus, while the both former pious members of the church nodded humbly their heads.

"Thank you!"

They spent a couple of minutes in choosing wisely whatever to order for themselves as drinks and meals as Timothy has chosen to order for himself mineral water with Vermont salad, whereas Jude has ordered from the menu Bulleit bourbon along with Italian chickpea salad and mint sundae, embellished with chocolate sticks. The former sleazy nightclub singer ushered the waiter to accept their orders as he jotted them in his miniature notebook, taking notes about his recent customers' ordered meals and beverages.

"Put his arms around your waist, held you tight, kisses I could almost taste in the night!"

In a few minutes, their dishes and beverages were served lastly on their booked table by fleeing, leaving them at peace to not disturb their evening.

"Y-Ya have ordered for yarself mineral water?" Her mouth was opened in a soft O, astounded by Timothy's wise decision of ordering something modest instead of inebriating for him tonight. "That's ridiculous, Tim!" Slap on her knee with the flat surface of her palm, followed by her blatant husky snicker that didn't taunt the former aspiring man of the cloth, chewing on his lower lip, whilst removing the tap of the mineral water's bottle, pouring in the empty, unused yet glass some fresh, lukewarm mineral water.

"So as I will drive all night instead of you and that's why I didn't order anything alcoholic." Nonchalance left speechless the blonde due to his chaste in his utterance, whilst raising a toast with bourbon and mineral water even if it's ludicrous, thereafter sipping their glasses. "Likewise, you're breastfeeding almost a five-month-old infant."

"I know but at least that's among the fewest nights I promise I won't violate with the alcohol even if I'm still nursing an infant." In the meanwhile, the Bostonian nagged at him sarcastically, gulping a handful of tiny sips of the sinfully mouth-watering bourbon, consequently licking greedily, gamely her lips as a seductress after savoring the strongest alcoholic beverage, scorching the corners of her mouth and tongue with its insatiable bourbon flavor. "C'mon, Timothy! It's just some bourbon and it won't hurt at all to indulge myself as a mother of almost a toddler."

"Wondered why I'm not the guy who's silhouette's on the shade! I couldn't hide the tears in my eyes!"

"I was just joking." The silverware, shiny fork was grasped in her strong fingers, pronging from the Italian chickpea salad by savoring its first bite, munching the fresh crispiness of this mix of vegetables and chicken meat. "You don't get my jokes?" A quirk of his dark, thick eyebrow caught her attention promptly after munching its first bite from her salad, then moving on the mint sundae by spooning from its dessert.

"It sounded like a criticism or as if ya were yelling at me as a parent to its irresponsible adolescent, if that makes sense," After masticating first bite from the mint sundae, lacing her tongue with icy flavor of mint, she cleared her throat gruffily. "I guess!" She emphasized, followed by a demure, quiet giggle.

"I didn't mean to be that mean but, of course, you can drink some alcohol even when it's a special occasion and you're still breastfeeding Edward."

"I get ya. But the food here is really good."

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

"I can't disagree with you!" It was the third bite that the British aristocrat was munching from his Vermont salad, unable to control his boyish grin at her, instinctively blooming as a spring flower after enduring the winter months of blizzards, frostbites and snowfalls."I like it so much." After gulping the chunks of its bite, embarrassing snicker was almost dying in the end of his tongue. "Why you look at me like that? Anything wrong?"The suddenness of his posed question questioned her widened ogle at his idiotic, boyish grin, beaming at her as her eyelids submersed soaked, due to the subtly chubby tears of glee that gushed down under lower eyelids, cackling richly.

"The question is what is that grin on yar face," The couple joined in the choir of their rich cackles, drawing partly the almost entire restaurant's attention, in spite of the both former devotional members of the church's oblivion and nonchalance of the other customers' initial reactions, prying, bloodthirsty eyes to discover the core of their cackles after mentioning the punchline of the joke. "While eating yar salad instead of focusing on not choking!"

"So is it against the law to grin at you?" Their jokes didn't have any borders, making some of the customers slapping goofily their foreheads, wondering how mirthful and vibrant they're.

"Lost control and rang your bell I was sore! Let me in, or else I'll beat down your door!"

"No, no, of course not! But it looked like as if ya had some kind of news to deliver, ya know."

"I forgot to mention that after finishing our meals, we can go on a party in the club and dance." Her round, big hazelish-brown irises widened at his plans that overflowed as luxurious cataract, filling the empty gaps of their evening plans instead of going home directly or staying in the restaurant for the whole evening. "And have so much fun, of course! It's free party."

"H-Have ya completely lost yar mind?" She gulped hard the lump, limping in her throat at the thought of attending a free afterparty.

"Not at all! I read it in the newspaper this morning."

"When two strangers who have been two silhouettes on the shade said, to my shock, "you're on the wrong block."

--- *** ---

--- A Half an Hour Later ---

Once Jude and Timothy finished with their meals and beverages in the restaurant, they paid the bill as they went in the nearest nightclub that held a free party due to its special day today.

As soon as they set a foot in the nightclub, ocean of people encircled them, outnumbering them. Music was shaking the dancing floor in the background as some dancing people were either inebriated or witlessly kissing or fooling around for example couples and friends. Judy and Timothy opted to evade ramming into one of the strangers embarrassingly unintentionally. They didn't have any intentions of getting themselves in trouble even when the former holy woman was already tipsy, although her adequacy in sorting her mind and managing her words warily without fizzling them frustratingly especially in the toughest condition where the chances were minimal of peeling a single word that makes a sense at least.

They both graciously sat on the convenient bar stools with its backrest. The nightclub was sufficiently shipshaped. The mirror was reflexed their manipulated figures was far from dusty and smeared in filth, toying crystally clear with them if they glimpsed for awhile at least. The exquisitely flush polished bardesk in its eye-catching curly maple wood.They had an opulent choice of beverages from non-alcoholic up to the most potent alcoholic to dissolve their nerves and held grudges. They were fed up with the ginormous stress as parents of a baby and most of all, constantly having disagreements. They just wanted a different night. It was namely their night. They could do whatever on the world they hankered for.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged lady's absentminded gaze held its steady scrutiny over the extravagantly oyster-white purse with its Matterhorn teal cigarette pack and the obsidian black comb. It seemed dubious which lady could forget her remarkable items on the bardesk.

"Every day when the work is behind you and the shop and the store put the lock on the door! Just get away where your worries won't find you If you like, well I'll tell you more!"

"Hello, sir and ma'am! What would you like to drink?" The barman was actually much older man in his early sixties with his well-trimmed moustache, embellishing his scabby, cinereous complexion, inked with natural wrinkles due to the inescapable aging process. His bright, warmwelcoming smile brightly contrasted his looks.

"I'd like some Evan Williams whiskey for me." The former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer ordered in a solemn agreement, earning the skeptical stare of her love interest and the docile nod of the bartender, pursing pensively his berry-coloured lips.

"Jude," He murmured her rhythmical name in honeyed, skeptical voice.

"How about you too, sir?"

"I'd like nothing. Thank you!" Even when the older woman ordered for herself a strong alcoholic beverage, Timothy preferred to sober himself unlike her, who wanted to pamper herself once with alcohol even during her motherhood, resuscitating the old protagonist she used to be back in her younger years. Judy Martin.

"Your drink will be served within a minute, ma'am!"

"Fine!"

"Jude," The emphasis of her wonderful name snapped her gaze from the barman, holding the stare with the former Monsignor. "What are you doing?" He raised an arch of his thick, dark eyebrow promisingly, balefully.

"What do ya think I'm doing, Timothy?" Uneasiness sunk her heart, parting her lips in a seductive pout, whilst waiting eagerly the bartender to prepare the scotch glass by poruing Evan Williams' whiskey in its flimsy scotch glass. "It's our night and I'm the one, who will get drunk and being driven to home therefore." Wry chuckles dronned an ambiguous symphony, whereas one of his mammoth, alleviatingly creamy as baby skin hand lowered, comfortably resting on her knee as paroxysm and paradoxal shivers swamped the pit of her stomach with unspeakable sensual warmness, questioning herself for how long the areas downward abided untouched by anybody. "That feels so nice." In the interval, glance at the hand, surveying within a few seconds the notion of his touch insticted her front ivory, still firm teeth to nibble on her upper lip, reluctant to veil her blushed face and foolhard girlish demeanor by timidly shifting her caramel brown eyes at his cocoa brown eyes as if two matching souls in almost one body were mingling their essences.

"Don't let the day get the better of you! When the evening comes there's so much to do! You better put on your best and wear a smile! Just come along with me awhile, 'cause I tell you!"

"The drink, ma'am!" The barkeeper kept the former nun's wits about her already poured scotch glass, nudging her gently.

"Thank ya so much!" Then she gripped with her solely free hand the scotch glass, chugging a handful of wee sips that laced her tongue with its infernally sinful, heavenly scrumptious savor of whiskey, gasping euphorically by throwing back her head, clutching tightly her eyes after feeling the hazard of heroine's injection sedated its drug through her wrists, pumping its sedating void into her veins.

"I hope I don't violate or causing you some kind of discomf-" Sheepish stammer lurching on his tongue, fluttering the former woman of the cloth's eyelids open, flicking its devilishly succumbing ogle with the greenest hazelish-brown pigment, pigmenting her irises that darted to his chocolate brown.

"What on world makes me discomfortable except," All of a sudden, the younger woman, who was visibly homosexual in her manners surveyed in a scrutiny her own appearance on the clean round wall mirror, sulking her plump peach pink-painted lips, due to the fact, the boredom was killing her and it was coming too much for her. "Except a lesbian to touch or seduce me?" Judy attempted to control her mellow, Boston accent attentively without drawing further attention from strangers especially the nigh woman that sitting alongside her. The scotch glass motionlessly sat on the bardesk. Kneads on her knee caused mellow purrs to the tipsy older woman, cherishing each touch that contacted whether the fabric or her alabaster bare skin. Goosebumps prickled her epidermis briskly.

"E-Excuse me, did you say anything, ma'am?" It was inevitably noted by the homosexual younger lady, temptingly biting her lower lip by shifting her ogle at the former woman of the cloth.

The woman next to Judy was actually her junior's with a decade at least. Approximately thirty-six-year-old. Her skin tone was vaguely tanned after naturally sunbathing it in the hot sunny summer days, blanketing overally with bronze tan. Megawatt, plumpish lips were painted in peach-pink lipstick. She didn't wear much make-up except the prominent lipstick. Her shoulder length ginger strands descended refluently her upper back, framing her oval, bronze-tanned complexion. Honey brown pools with the most piercing succumbing ogle she could ever give to another woman, whether younger or older. The magnetism was far from underestimating. Golden, thick hoop earrings pierced into her delicate earlobes, matching with her glittering silver tank-top with fuzzy charcoal black cardigan with undone buttons and fancy charcoal black slacks with her ankle boots. She looked familiar or that was rather a hallucination due to the hazy blurriness in her vision, not easening her surroundings of the older lady. The lesbian's long, well-trimmed fingernails were polished in royal blue, hardly matching with her outfit. Last but not least, the younger woman was approximately tall as the former holy woman and possessing average body structure.

"I'm sure you've mistaken something, miss." The British compatriot opted to defend his old friend with the taunting enquiry calmly.

"Or yar just kidding."

"I know a place where the music is fine and the lights are always low! I know a place where we can go at the door there's a man who will greet you!"

"No, no, I haven't! I heard somebody between you something saying against the lesbians."

"No, I haven't said anything about the lesbians, miss! If it offended ya, I'm sincerely sorry." In the interim, the former priest got from the barstool after restraining to pay a visit to the restroom to clean himself.

"I'll be right back in a few minutes, ladies!" Even when the former holy man had his own impulsively primary needs, he didn't want to leave Jude for too long alone especially with the homosexual, who had leery intentions of harming her even if the homosexuals were harmless and he had nothing against them. Anyway the priesthood and nunnery taught both of them not only the nymphonamiacity, suicide and homicide, moreover the homosexuality were incarnation of the devil and the sins, strictly keeping their vows unbroken. Nonetheless his promise to be back from the public restroom of the nightclub, he didn't want anything sinister to happen to his old friend and most of all, haunting him with rues for the rest of his days as much as her ignorance what kind of a psycho is Cayden and what he's capable of more than anything.

"So, what's your name?" The younger lady inquired pryingly, without averting her piercing honey brown orbs from her one-night stand interest.

"Judy!" Hesitant hemming almost died on her tongue tip, whilst spelling her name with struggles.

"Judy, I'm Lydia Jane Morrison!" The ginger stretched her hand in an offer for a formal, friendly handshake as the blonde hesitantly swallowed hard, feeling vulnerable. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet ya too!" Shortly after the handshake, the Bostonian sipped of her scotch glass with scrumptious whiskey. "Are you from here?"

"No! I'm from Florida. What about you too?" The southern Floridian accent was too obvious for her without doubting it since the first moment they conversated somehow.

"I'm from Boston."

"Good! Who was that man that went in the restroom?" The suspiciousness in Lydia Jane's enquiry caught off guard the former licentious nightclub singer, almost choking on her words.

"Then you go downstairs to some tables and chairs! Soon I'm sure you'll be tappin' your feet! Because the beat is the greatest there! All around there are girls and boys!"

"Why do ya ask? Isn't it too apparent what's he to me?" Heavy, jaded sigh flushed her chest. Blush trickled her neck, nausea almost immersing her stomach especially if the scarcely acquaintance dared to touch her physically somewhere else than her hand and face.

"Is he a boyfriend of yours?" Lydia hissed by snaking slowly her hand up to her thigh, while Jude opted to increase their proximity, withdrawing herself until the restroom's door notoriously squeaked, deafened by the music, the sea of people chatting with one another and the evening atmosphere.

"Jude!" Breathlessly scuttled up to the both ladies that seated on the barstools, witnessing the scene of sexual molest of Lydia Jane even when Judy wouldn't agree to be touched physically anywhere else than her hand or face by another woman.

"Lydia, what the hell are ya doing?"

"I'm just trying to fool around, you know!" Nausea built its bricks not only in her belly, further, in her throat when she muffled mischievous whisper past the middle-aged lady's petite ear. The masculine, heavy footsteps that neared the women's territory were heedless for the Floridian. "I'm fucking bored and your company pleases me, Judy! This boyfriend of yours must defend you if you truly mean a lot to-" As soon as her petite, calluoused hand reached for her knee, almost perching her fingers on its thin fabric of her stockings, suddenly the Bostonian threw up the amalgamation of consumed restaurant food, bourbon and whiskey on Lydia Jane.

"Rare bird!' The British aristocrat's mumble verged to limp in his throat, squeezing Jude's shoulders by holding her as she verged to fall from the barstool after vomiting on the homosexual who attempted to molest her, holding her in a bridal lift up to the club's exit before it was too late and finding themselves in gruesomely awkward situation, left unnoticed by its partying strangers. "Is everything alright?"

"It's a swingin' place, a cellar full of noise! It's got an atmosphere of its own somehow! You gotta come along right now 'cause I tell you! I know a place where the music is fine!"

"You homophobic jackass, are you bullshitting with me by vomiting on me? Yuck!" Even when the Floridian was mucked with vomit, she growled frustratedly at the couple that was fleeing the club. "You owe me at least five hundred dollars for this outfit."

"S-She tried to touch me." Once the both former devotional members of the church fled the nightclub as their impending destination was the cab, the winter nocturnal wind fanned their hairs and exposed flesh, parching the vomit's chunks that hooked her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, coughing recurringly as if she's choked with the strongest alcohol after quaffing it insanely. "I didn't know what to do except I was so nauseaous when her intentions didn't seem innocent and chaste at all." As soon as the former man of the cloth approached the cab by unlocking it, he laid gingerly the former nun on the backseat by seating on the sole compact free space that was available for him on the backseat to console his rare bird. "I was so scared to be alone with this homosexual."

"It's okay, rare bird! It's not your fault. You're safe!" His colossal, veiny hand managed to reach for her lion mane of sleek gilded tresses, playing with them lovingly, whereas his only free hand cradled her chin, shushing alleviatingly to her, offering her a benevolently nirvanic smile, flashed upon his youthful, parchment complexion.

"When ya were in the restroom, we introduced each other," Chubby twin tears dribbled from her lower eyelids, dew of moistness ruddined her frail eyelids, sniveling incessantly. "We shook our hands and we asked each other for our birth towns and suddenly she tried to play her game by asking me about you if ya were my boyfriend," Pout carved upon her bloody red lips. "I asked her rhetorically with sarcasm without giving her the direct response as she tried to touch my knee until I threw up on her."

"You did everything you could do to prevent the molestation." Then he snatched with his solely free hand from his slacks' pockets a handkerchief to daub her nostrils and mouth, getting rid off the vomitus. "You're so strong, Jude! And that's why I'm so proud of you you didn't allow this lesbian to humiliate you with her belittling game." Her snivel subdued in the background as the last drying tears stained her porcelain, yet young-looking complexion.

--- *** ---

--- An Hour Later or So ---

An hour later after consoling her, he drove to the lake by warily keeping his wits about driving in the middle of the night without letting the distractions get him in a vicious road accident. For less than an hour, the Bostonian rested peacefully on the back seat as she was doubtlessly tired to ask where he drives her and why. The beehive of questions that buzzed subtlely in her throat has already ebbed out on her tongue.

When the vehicle was parked past the lake with a few feet proximity, the younger man adjusted the car seats as he rummaged the luggage carrier for quilt and bedsheets. He had no intentions of undressing himself in nothing else than his boxers, due to that his toned-frame was airbrushed with torpor even when he wanted to cuddle with his rara avis under the moonlight in the cab.

"W-Where are we?" Quivery in her muffled yawn lullied her surroundings with a glance, studying the recent area they've arrived after the nightclub. In the meantime, he readjusted neatly the bedsheets and subsequently setting the convenient quilt to bundle beneath for the rest of the night, watching the depletion of flicking miniature blanched stars in the nocturnal sky.

"Past the lake!" Grunt scratched his throat, reluctant to control it after fixing the bedsheets and quilt altogether for their first date. "Come on, join me!" He maneuvered her with a hand to blanket together under the quilt, blanketing their shoulders and below after kicking off their shoes.

"W-What's all this for?" Intoxication maundered her utterance by burying in the crook of his muscly, strong shoulder her face, suckling on her lower lip coyly.

"No questions, rara avis! That's our love nest up to the next morning." In the interim, the former holy woman rolled on her left until she pinned his body with hers. His aroused crotch poked unknowledgably her pelvis for her nescience. His baby pinkish, soft as velvet lips planted an affectionate, feather kiss on the top of her head, curling a strong, secure arm around her waist, moaning inwardly in a choir. The former woman of the cloth molted dotingly in the kiss. "You mustn't be worried about anything. It makes everything worse." Their hearts hammered vehemently into their chests. They're trapped in their own love nest. Nowhere else than the car.

"D-Darling?" The lovely nickname that just seared her tongue to spill it out as fatal serpentine venom on her recent prey took away by its delicateness of its pronounciation even with her firm Boston accent.

"Yes, my rara avis?" He gripped her chin with a couple of fingers, whereas her both surprisingly sweltering, creamy palms of her hands cupped his cheeks. Fluctuation in their manners and actions were quizzical for them, opting to answer them right away with the right answer before regretting them in the future. "What bothers you?" Their faces were scarcely an inch gapping them.

"N-Nothing! But are ya sure ya want it?"

"I want more than anything to be with you and you to be the first and last ever woman I kiss." Her warm, vomit-stained breath didn't bother him at all, brushing his facial skin with its light zephyr.

Then they relentlessly captured each other's lips in a hardening, steamy kiss, melting into it. Her fingers traced by massaging his cheeks and its symmetric shape, whereas his arm, dangled around her waist grasped, consequently his pristinely long, protective fingers slithered to a couple of stray wild aureate strands, tucking them behind her ear without breaking off the kiss. Their eyes were tightly shut, relishing its steaminess flowing in their veins. Muffled groans and moans clicked their tongues as their kisses grew aggressively ferocious, afterward their wet tongues commenced dueling one another as Timothy instinctively followed Jude's steps, too ashamed to admit it wasn't his first time ever kissing her even when they broke their vow before her eventual pregnancy, nor it was his numberal time. All of a suddenly, she plugged her tongue inside his mouth, whilst his teeth nibbled on her lower lip as they deepened the kiss into a French one, mumbling moans and groans on the back of their tongues. All they craved for was their kiss to endure for eternity, instead for a handful of minutes. Then they broke off the kiss as his hand cradled her long honey mop of curls, taking their time to admire one another's facial features.

"I love you very much, darling! Yar the best thing with Edward I've ever had in my life." The brief confession profoundly touched the once holy priest as his heart skipped a beat rabidly.

"I love you more than anything, my rara avis! You're rather the brightest and best thing you graced us with a special angel, sent from God!" Her eyelids blinked restlessly with scuffle, shortly before drifting off to kip on top of her boyfriend. "You deserve rest, my Jude!" Then he pressed his lips lightly on hers once again, moments before falling asleep abruptly. 

Bonus: Do you think Harry and Andrea as a potential couple have a future? Do you think the kiss between Jude and Timothy in the car was sheerly romantic? Do you think it's actually the beginning of their romantic saga or otherwise in the next chapters, they'll be actually finally a girlfriend and a boyfriend, thereafter a married couple? 

I hope you liked and enjoyed this chapter! :)