Sometime later...
When Timothy came back at home from work with a handful minutes earlier as often, he determined himself to surprise his wife in possibly the best way. What came to his mind when he received a bouquet with iris, white and red roses from Abbigail, to render a fabulous flower crown for his wife Jude, collecting from his garden's sanctuary of flowers' abundance, variety of flowers, dabbling them as each flower from roses to daisies to orchids and many others are attached to each one.
As soon as he left cautiously on the veranda the bouquet with roses, he gathered from his gardening tools from the workshop, located somewhere on the 1st floor of the 2 story mansion, the former priest went outside as he started cutting some flowers for a flower crown, thereafter collecting them.
When Mr.Howard finished with cutting them, he took the bouquet as he concealed behind his lower back as he held the rose bouquet, made by the little precious angel Abbigail. Meantime Jude was coming back from work as her lassitude gleamed from far away like a silhouette of the destruction, exterminating her frail nature, augmented in its extra pounds body of pregnancy, draining every essence of energy and chakra, wandering around her body.
As Timothy headed towards the widely opened iron, tall gates, welcoming his wife as he still managed to hide the bouquet behind his back, embracing each other.
"Hi rare bird! You seem quite fatigued as well!", Timothy stated sincerely as he wore a broad smile that rapidly grew as soon as he beholded the love of his life returning back at home. What it brings him life in his soul is Judy, their love, the real significance of Howards' lives, their pending baby twins and many reasons, which fetch a cordial felicity from the bottom of his heart.
"Hi, my love!", Mrs.Howard exhaled sharply once they broke off the hug, regenerating some of her breathing in natural way, thus their lips met, as a result colliding deliberately due to their yearn for lust and love in the same time. Every time they kiss especially if they are the faintest ones, subsequently they can be descried as eternal ones, identical to kisses, that haven't been swopped for centuries as those kisses are embodied to the couple's bond immortality. "For sadly, yes! Phew!", the older woman commanded her forearm as it wipped her sudorifeous forehead.
"Perhaps you hadn't any problems at your working place, right?", Timothy asked concerned as he wanted to make sure if Jude is doing excellently or otherwise the hidden signs of prejudices are optically exposed with a naked eye, stark like a sword instincts, vivid like a luminous crystal wisdom, chronic like the quantity of the plague's victims, who just gave up to fight for their lives as their diminished physically, spiritually bodies betrayed, either their wretched or abstract souls of its owners.
"No! Otherwise Ramona, Charlotte and my boss were tremendously joyous for hearing the fantastic news of expecting twins soon!"
"Oh, that's pretty impressive!", their eyes had already met, as Jude's hazel like the forest eyes gaped at Timothy's chocolate brown eyes, hence, developing longer lasting, more heartfelt, desiring eye contacts, between sacred couple who didn't just started having crush on each other since 1962; apparently, the enchantment began more than 5-6 years ago, of course.
"Yeah!", walking up along to the veranda as Timothy kept on hiding the bouquet that he held, meanwhile holding with his sole available giant, veiny, secure hand her small, crying for shielding, frail one.
"And I have something for you!"
Then they stood against each others as Jude rendered a questionable expression, asking with a modest smile across her naturally gorgeous rose lips, as her fierce, fulfilled with passion, desire, glee and happiness eyes illuminated, awaiting for the best surprise. The blond nod her head timidly.
All of a sudden, he demonstrated the bouquet with iris, white and red roses, giving to it to Jude right away as she was overwhelmed, wowing in awe with her abruptly widened eyes like luminous moon circles, likewise stuttering "Timothy...that's so kind of your side, babe!".
Timothy couldn't be more proud of himself, besides a fountain of complacency vibes resurfaced momentarily.
Moreover Judy's glee was purely apparent not only in her primary reaction. Her heart melted as she held the compact but unique bouquet in her lovely hands, as she secured the roses in her both mellow, warm palms. In this moment, she dragged the bouquet closer to her face especially her nose ass her nostrils permitted themselves to sniff the beauteous fragrance.
"They are so wonderful, Tim!"
They chuckled as well as his response proved, "I know, sweetie! You truly deserve everything even the paradise."
"You picked them up for me?"
"Abbigail actually did, by giving them to me as she mentioned that this bouquet is for the rare bird- you!"
"Aww, she did?", Jude clasped her both arms tightly around his upper back as she kept holding the roses in her hand, meanwhile smiling brightly like a Sunshine. "What a little precious angel she is! That's so sweet of her side, besides yours!"
"Yeah, I have a better present for you to deliver too!", they went inside as they broke off the hug quite soon, as Jude left the bouquet onto the gents dresser, kicking off her pumps, meantime Timothy kicked off his shoes too before the gents dresser, hopping up in comfortable slippers, throughout grabbing again the bouquet as they headed to the kitchen.
At this moment, Jude took a regular empty glass, filling with some fresh cool water via the sink, meanwhile striking a conversation with her partner who sat, had already started to make the flower crown. Afterwards she joined her husband as she took a seat carefully, next to her partner.
Once she noted that he was currently doing, she couldn't take her eyes off, as she observed like a puppy with widened eyes how his fine fingers attached per a flower to the wire crown linear. Moreover her smile grew gradually on her sparkling face.
"Is this a gift for me?", the older partner questioned as she carried in her right hand the glass of water, consequently sipping a few sips, thereafter leaving it aside, somewhere in the center of the dining table.
"Yes! First of all, patience is required, my rare bird!", the younger's lover responded in sensual way as he kept on with making the flower crown process.
After a couple of minutes, lastly the flower crown was done as Timothy put the flower crown on her head as she incarcerated her eyes for a while, wearing a radiant, elated smile, feeling honored and glorious by the way he held the flower crown, putting on her honey scalp, thus she opened her eyes like a window.
"How do I look, darling?", she asked with vast curiosity as their eyes met, developing goggled eyes at each other as her hands reached for the flower crown, her fingertips caressing fairly light, her heart irradiated like a sun.
"You look incredible, my love!", Timothy's lips pursued for her cheek as he left a kissing trace on her left cheek, complimenting her as always, subsequently heating her heart as his palm cupped her chin, tilting her head as their eyes could straightforward be locked into a dilemmic stare, filled with eagerness, ashing love and fervor altogether.
"Thank you!", meanwhile she felt 2 violent kicks from her unborn baby twins as she groaned in pain, "Ahh! I think...the babies agreed with you!", in the same time Timothy helped her to stand from the chair as she left the kitchen, walking slowly towards the corridor until standing before the mirror.
They let out a giggle after Jude's opinion how the babies reacted when she earned a compliment for looking incredible with a flower crown. Timothy didn't miss the chance to follow her to the hall as he stood next to her in front of the Victorian mirror, watching their own reflection.
Once she faced herself behind the mirror, dividing a couple of centimetres proximity between herself and the reflexion, she grinned as she spitted it out:
"You are absolutely right! I do look pretty fabulous in this flower crown! I would like to thank you a lot for this present, babe!"
"No need to thank me, Jude! Of course, you are fabulous!"
To be continued...