Author's Brief Note: I'd like to apologize for these sloppy and bland one-shots, nonetheless I opted to use my imagination as much as possible to please my readers as well, so please bear with me! In addition to, I forgot to mention in the first part of this one-shot, howsoever, Jude and Timothy are actually their real ages as Jude is eventually 60, whereas Timothy is 15-20 her junior ones. Moreover, I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot as well! So much love for everybody! <3

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--- A Few Days Later ---

--- 7th of October, 1964 ---

A few days after resigning from the church and the former members of the clergy haven't missed their exceeding flight for London, England, subsequently their impending destination was the two-story monumental mansion as their entire luggage was into their hands. Moreover, once they arrived in the British compatriot's mansion, the potent bond was warmly welcomed by Teresa, despite the heartbreak that was enveloping her flimsy heart.

During the first days since the former devotional, aspiring members of the church's arrival, Samantha was bashful around the blonde, whereas Charlie was interacting to his foster mother, due to the fact they quickly became fond of one another without an ado.

As soon as the days were elapsing as swiftly as a summer breeze and the heartache over John and Beth was gradually pettering out as they attended their funeral right on the morning after their arrival, Jude and Timothy were spending the majority of their spare time with Samantha and Charlie though they didn't overlook Teresa as well.

Whilst Teresa was sitting on the rocking chair in the living room, located on the first floor by watching a photo album with her 3 sole sons being photographed in their childhood years as they were posing alongside each other on the mansion's porch, in the meanwhile, the Bostonian was teaching to dance the brunette, squeezing her hands in a sufficiently firm grasp so that to not wound or leave any marks of welts or bruises on her brittle, parchment skin.

The both females were recently in the living room as the former devotional woman of the cloth was taking steps forward, while the little girl followed them docilely without violating the instructions.

"When you just give love and never get love! You'd better let love depart! I know it so!" Since I fell for you was recently by Lenny Welch playing on the radio in the guests' room as the vocalist's eloquent, serene voice was chanting the lyrics.

"Come on, cupcake! Follow yar Mommy's steps!" The blonde evoked out cheerfully, emboldening her to not give up as they were all alone in the guests' room which was sufficiently expansive for them to dance.

"You're a wonderful dancer, Mommy!" Mirthful squeal zinged her thin, rosy-coloured lips, without averting her big hazelish-sapphire pools from her foster mother.

Samantha was actually a ten-year-old girl, who possessed pale as snow skin tone, followed by hazelish-sapphire orbs which she has inherited as a mix from her biological parents. Her rosy-coloured, button nose were taken after her deceased mother, whereas the hair texture and the chestnut pigment were inherited on the contrary from her father, John.

"Thank ya, sweetheart! Mommy used to dance a lot, while singing which wasn't a big deal at all." In the interval, the former man of the cloth and Charlie were propping on the doorframe of the guests' room, contemplating in rejoicing way the both females, who were allowing the music's rhythm to control them. Beaming, elated smiles were smeared across their lips, admiring the sight of their bouncing lion manes that ideally framed their sheerly angelic faces, their dresses' hems flaring across their knees as bonfire's blazing flames which were igniting its rings.

She looked beautiful with her free, wild halo ringlet of glossy old Hollywood aureate tresses that were piled up on her shoulders were incessantly bouncing in a choir, the casual, indoor pale violet with V neckline as its cotton hem cascaded down to her knees dress was hugging her yet appealing, ageless for sixty-year-old lady figure caught the younger man off guard. Even judging her radiant, genuinely beatifical smile, honed up in the corner of her lips as her sole make-up which was actually her natural make-up and the warmest honey which produced its luster in the corner of his rejoicing in its glimmering chocolate brown irises, admiring her ethereally endless beauty.

It has been a couple of days in row since the former ambitious Monsignor has seen his rara avis as glamorously beautiful as he could imagine out of her dark, wool, rigidly shapeless habit and tiresome, conservative wimple. His vivid, explicit blizzard of thoughts made him to forget about his older sibling and his wife's sudden deaths, factly, he was already hexed by his right hand especially being readily natural.

Absenting signs of efforts and make-up rendered her to be brighter than the brightest star in the darkest sky in the evening hours.

His ivory, still firm anterior teeth nibbled on the silky skin of his bottom berry-coloured lip, when his sandstorm of thoughts were filming its explicit, graphic images of her lion mane of silken honey curls bouncing in a choir, whereas her naturally rosy-coloured, luscious lips muffled the loudest and the most steamy moans that vibrated through her throat. Their epidermis being smeared in goosebumps as their fleshes contacted and they were grinding one another.

"Hey, Daddy! Don't you want to join and dance with them?" All of a sudden, the young boy poked gently, friendly his foster father's forearm to earn his urgent attention without vexing him.

"Oh, Chuck! I'm sorry for being so distracted, sweetie!" Meantime, the former holy man lowered his stare, meeting his magnetically insisting stare, locking up them. His colossal, soothingly smooth as velvet hand stroke featherly his curly blond hair, admiring its softness. "Of course, Daddy is going to dance with them! Do you want too, Chuck?"

"I do, of course!" At the moment, the little boy grabbed his father's hand, dragging him towards the dancing pair as they emitted joyful giggles, echoing their oral caverns.

"You made me leave my happy home! You took my love, and now you've gone since I fell for you! Love brings such misery and pain!" The song was yet playing in the background.

"Oh hey, Tim and Chuck!" The older lady squealed as if she was on cloud nine, noting the pair of dancing males as they swapped their positions and partners as Timothy's both mammoth, creamy as baby skin hands were clawing his love interest's fragile shoulders, whilst the siblings were dancing together and spinning each other. "I haven't been expecting ya so far."

"We finished with my homework and that's why we got bored by joining your company instead." The youngest Howard replied as optimism cusped his glassy childish voice.

"Hi, rare bird!" In the meanwhile, the former holy man sensed awakwardness growling in the middle of his stomach, when his pristine legs were timidly following hi dancing partner's steps mechanically, without averting his chocolate brown eyes from her still drop-dead gorgeous, long as towers legs which swayed fluently in the rhythm like frequently flapping bird wings. "I just helped the little Chuck to finish his homework."

"Oh! Wasn't it difficult for the little guy?"

"It was and that's why we did together."

"I guess I'll never be the same since I fell for you! Well it's too bad, and it's too sad but I'm in love with you!"

"I'm glad ya did it together. I'm so proud of the little Chuck is a smart little boy." The blonde muffled a murmur, lingering on her tongue, when her crush spun her spirally, giggling inwardly, merrily. "And I'm proud of ya for helping him for the homework. Ya did a brilliant job!"

"He is undeniably smart boy, Judy! Trust me, we share our own ideas along how to solve the solution as well."

"We do the same with Sammy! She's doubtlessly intelligent girl too." The Bostonian rested her chin on the broad, muscly shoulder of the former man of the cloth, shutting tightly her eyelids as the ambience intensified for them suddenly. She attempted to not admire the alluring cologne which was besprinkled lightly on his pale neck.

"Jude?"

"Huh?"

"Do you know what?"

"N-No!" The former sister of the church mumbled in stutter as her warm breath tickled the former man of the cloth's ear.

"You love me, then you snub me, but what can I do, I'm still in love with you! Well, I guess I'll never see the light! I get the blues most every night!"

"Not only these children are so special and I'm terribly happy to have them by my side, but also," All of a sudden, the younger man hemmed by pulling Jude in a tight, kindhearted hug as his chest was pressed on hers, digesting warmness as their faces were buried in the crook of their necks, relishing the platonically romantic moment they mutually shared with one another.

At the moment, Samantha and Charlie's childishly elated, glistening the most vibrant nuances orbs were goggled on the couple as they were in awe, admiring them. Further, they halted to dance as they were warily, utterly focused on the former saintly members of the church, whose body language were proving them something might happen to them, keeping their wits about it.

"They're authentic children, Tim! It's unbelievable luck we've chosen the better direction in our lives rather than being miserable, self-centered members of the church, ya know." The Bostonian exclaimed through a hoarse, firm-accented snicker as Timothy joined her.

"It's not only that, but also I'm unspeakably lucky and gleeful to have you by my side and these children being blessed with such a spectacular mother as you're." Shortly after they broke off the hug, they took their time to admire one another's enthralling facial features as the younger man cupped the former nun's face in the palms of his inescapably warm, creamy as satin hands. Meanwhile, Judy's both slim arms were hooked around his upper back as they looked up into one another's porcelain, milky as vanilla complexions. "And I've always sensed some kind of inevitable fear in you for confessing your feelings for me which you've stored up inside you for years, however, I can tell you what, Jude! You shouldn't be afraid of me, nor of the feelings and the impulse, which urges you to spit them out directly." The younger man exhaled sharply, seconds before concede its sequel of his monologue by removing one of his hands from her face by snatching in a balled fist a velvet, compact scarlet box with a proposal ring.

"Urm," The former licentious jazz nightclub singer stammered mutter which was solely audible for her, carving her lips in a pensive, dumbfounded purse.

"Since I fell for you! Since I fell for you!" In the interim, the song ebbed out in the background.

"It's alright, Jude!" Meantime, the children eagerly transfixed their eyes on the both adults as they were expecting a proposal in a jiffy. The younger man pressed his soft, baby pinkish lips on the blonde's one, sealing them in a soft, steamy kiss as they melted into it. "I've to confess anything."

"I've either!"

"Is Daddy proposing Mommy?" The brunette whispered to her younger brother as they were feeling like a third wheel for the both adults.

"How do you think, Sammy? Let's go tell Granny about Mommy and Daddy." Rejoicing, quiet sniggers tickled the corners of their tiny mouths as they fled the guests' room, throughout pacing in the hallway to find the living room and call their grandmother to witness the proposal scene.

"Go ahead for yours!"

"Urm, I don't know how to say it, but I was afraid of exposing my genuine feelings which weren't exactly approximate to the friends' ones, in fact, ya know. We were people of the cloth and I thought yar Rome dream was more important than the friends, love and family. However, it looks like I was wrong. I guessed correctly ya feel the same like me." The older lady's smile couldn't suppress its escalation in its growth like a blooming tree's crown in the wee days of the balmy seasons. The revelation left her lips like a timelessly eternal soul, dwelling out of a mortal's corpse in a jiff. "I've to admit since the beginning and the moment when I laid my eyes on ya, I couldn't help but being under yar spell, Timothy! Thanks to ya, I'm happier and I wear constantly smile every time I see ya or I hear yar voice. Yar like a ray of sunshine for me and just like Sammy and Chuck, ya know! But in different ways."

"I wish we left the church earlier for better, in fact, you have been nurturing me and helped me to reach my goals until this atrocious news were just broken to me but," In the interval, the former aspiring Monsignor posed in a proposal pose by opening the miniature, velvet box with the small, humble pearly precious ring as the former sister of the church's brittle eyelids were flooded in dew of moistness, verging crystal tears to spring up like toy-out-of-the-box and tumble down her face like cataract, Her both elvish, milky as vanilla hands clamped her mouth as ebullient, crystal tears dripped from her eyelids, bearing semblance of early morning dew, mildly drenching her facial skin. She was flabbergastingly blissful when she was being proposed especially by the love of her life. "Judy Martin, you've been always my ray of sunshine and thanks to you and the dynamic roller coaster we've been through those years, we don't need to be revered Pope and Mother Superior so that to be ultimately happy! You're one of the essential reasons why I smile and you bring me so much joy! Judy, my entire universe and whole world, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, will you marry me?" In the meantime, the schoolers and Teresa scarcely stepped inside the guests' room as they were propping on the Victorian style doorframe.

"How to not marry ya, Tim! Ya have been the sweetest gentleman I've ever met and I've ever laid eyes on." At the moment, the former woman of the cloth scooped in a tight, warm hug her fiancé shortly after the pearly precious ring slipped her finger, muffling her euphorically uncontrollable, impulsive exclaimation.

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--- A Handful of Years Later ---

--- 15th of November, 1967 ---

3 years have elapsed as quickly as a light summer breeze as Samantha and Charlie have rapidly grew through the years, whereas the former devotional members of the clergy have been married for 3 years. Furthermore, Teresa was still alive.

Whilst Timothy was seating on the leather sofa as his wife was sitting on his lap, they were watching a photo album with collected as piece of memories Polaroid, vintage photos of themselves through the years. From the last days before being wed couple up to nowadays. Their irises were darted to the photographs by flipping pages per a few minutes after commenting the particular pictures and giggling.

The winter was approaching soon along with the wee hints of winter's episodical weather, resulting glacially chilly days and the first snow.

"Look at ya, handsomer!" The older woman pointed with a slim forefinger at their wedding picture how they were sitting on the dining table, masticating from their vanilla wedding cake. "Isn't the gluttony yar sin, sweetie? Huh?" She quipped, slapping his kneecap with her only free hand.

"No! You were the one, who ate more than me." The British aristocrat exclaimed in jeering manner as the both former members of the church couldn't repress guttural cackles as they boated in the living room.

"What horseshit! I eat moderately, Tim!"

Suddenly the living room's door was slammed as the both adolescents entered in the room, joining the married couple as their light, excited footsteps approached them within seconds.

"Hey, Mommy and Daddy! What are ya watching?"The siblings enquired in unison, peeping over the both adults' shoulders as they noticed they were contemplating photo album photographs.

"Ah, hi, sweethearts!" In this moment, the adolescents bended as their cheeks were peppered with tender, feather kisses as the married couple's lips greased their facial skins. "We're just watching photos of ourselves."

"You're astonishing together." The younger sibling evoked out.

"Aww, really? Thank you, sweetheart! That's so sweet of you, Chuck!" The British aristocrat replied optimistically as a beaming, cheerful smile cradled his pale-pinkish lips.

"You're the best couple I've ever seen." The brunette squealed rejoicingly as she bit her lip begrudgingly. Meanwhile, the both children joined their foster parents by seating alongside them from the both sides on the sofa even without asking their peculiar permission.

"We're just a lovely couple, my darlings!" The Bostonian added, giggling as she stroke delicately, lovingly Samantha and Charlie's heads, admiring the crispy softness of their hairs. "I love ya more than anything kids!" Then she turned to the younger man, pursuing his lips to be captured with her ferociously insatiable, naturally rosy-coloured ones. "I love ya so much, Timothy!" In the meanwhile, the children were rather focused on the Polaroid, vintage photos in the photo album as their hearts molted at the former holy woman's heartwarming words.

"I love you much more, my rare bird!" Timothy pressed his lips on hers, subsequently capturing them in a hardening, sultry kiss as the children were oblivious for them.