Happiness Is...

[drhjekyll]

Nine months… in nine months, everything had changed for the pair. They were more than simply a married couple, simply a pair of newlyweds bounding gleefully around the park on a sunny afternoon (if ever there was one in England

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[mrsdrjekyll]

Nine months. Nine months and Emma was more thrilled than she had every been in her life. Her life had at last begun. Nine months. Henry and Emma had now been married a year and a month and the twins were growing every day, learning new things, baffling their parents with their intelligence

[drhjekyll]

Their anniversary had been a grand one indeed, spent in complete and utter bliss as the family celebrated it together. Guests of the modest celebration had been more than happy to relieve the parents of their children for a few minutes at a time, allowing Henry and Emma time together between Henry or Chase’s bouts of stranger anxiety. Still though it had been a pleasant day, thrilling as they looked back on their first year of marriage, reveling in how quickly it had gone by

[mrsdrjekyll]

((Had a whole post. Gone. -_- I'll post again in the morning. Sorry about this. It was good too.))

[mrsdrjekyll]

A whole year! And, oh, how it had flown by! A small celebration was had, a few friends, Utterson more than happy to bond with his godchildren and give Henry and Emma a few moments to themselves. The boys learned stranger-anxiety that night as they were passed around to adoring relatives and friends of the family, but they were surprisingly well-behaved and Henry and Emma always appeared to take them when they began to fuss, comforting the boys. They were put to bed a bit earlier than usual, though without much fuss and the Mrs. & Mr. Jekyll retired themselves to celebrate their love

[drhjekyll]

The happiness on their anniversary very much rivaled that of the actual wedding… it was one thing to get married, to make promises and vows. It was another thing entirely to have kept them, to know the marriage was going to work and thrive, that every year to follow would be as happy as the first. And with twins, two handsome sons as physical proof of their bliss! Perhaps Henry was not the father, in all senses, but London certainly thought he was, and he so often forgot himself that the children he loved so dearly were not his own… their first year as a family.

It was so easy just to forget… Henry and Chase looked very much like him, and the fact in all technicality they were his children made it that much harder to remember he simply had not been the one to conceive them. Henry loved the boys. They were his sons, they would succeed in life and carry on his name. How could he do anything but adore them, even if they were the fruit of Emma’s deception

[mrsdrjekyll]

As hard as it was for the pair of them…Discipline was most certainly something that needed to be a part of the boys’ lives, they needed to be shown and kept on the right path early on in life if they hoped to snuff out the Hyde in them, the part of them that could ignite at any moment. The boys were never hurt but it certainly broke Emma’s heart when she would wait outside the door and listen and Henry would reappear, frazzled, and her child would call to her and she knew she could not go in and hug him close to her breast for that would ruin the whole point of being punished in the first place

[drhjekyll]

Henry had no intention to punish Chase for simply throwing the pinecone his brother had offered to him. To have done so would have done more harm than good had it only been play… and by the look on the boy’s face, that was all it had been. And little Henry did not seem in the least bit bothered by it… though he was never truly upset by anything. An angel