They look like a blue love parrot,
would you come fly to me?
I want some good day, good day, good day.
Good day, good day.
His breath was eased, but soon taken away, as the usual scent of paper crept around in the winter air. He loved the season, but he loved its reminder more, the one sitting and crooning silently by the loveseat—he could listen forever while a hum was replaced by a gentle voice, and he watched little lashes close upon the sweet sound, not bothering to stare at his unknown presence by the oak door, pen in hand, and lips bitten to conceal the praises growing in number in his throat.
Looks like a winter bear, you sleep so happily.
I wish you good night, good night, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Both the King and Queen of Arendelle liked staying around in the library. Sometimes they dwell for the books, and sometimes icy blue orbs would witness a poem being created; and if one kiss was enough it would be brought to life.
But when two, wonderful souls were born to them, it weren't the books they found solace in. She'd be there, cradling the precious beings she sung a lullaby to, rocking them back and forth, hoping they weren't a dream, closing her eyes along with the pair finding warmth. Their chin against her shoulder, Elsa savored every minute. The love of a mother.
Imagine your face, say hello to me,
Then all the bad days, they're nothing to me.
With you, winter bears.
Fingers buried in the five month old daughter's equally light locks, Elsa resumed her humming, not minding how dreary the weather is today unlike Anna who wished for a sunny day despite knowing the current season, and it's still January and nearly the next month.
The sun was shunned away by the clouds drifting lazily across the pale skies. Rather than storybooks the twins preferred her voice it seems, and she eagerly grabbed the crocheted blanket to protect the unconscious weights from the cold. Iduna and Helena were both generous with spoiling their grandchildren.
Chandler and Auriana are the reward of her tiresome journey through the stuffy stacks on her desk.
They are the reward of those thirteen years.
They have grown in weight and size, a part of her didn't like that fact, but at the same time she did since it mean they were developing nicely and it also meant she was doing a good job, they were doing a good job. Her mother and her mother in law's few advice helped as well, but she and Aiden both knew that it was they who earned the notable credit.
"Hi mama bear."
Her eyes perked up, sparkled even-and softened upon seeing the new presence approaching her with quiet footsteps, he looked silly tiptoing and her her smile left Aiden's widening. Whispering, Elsa giggled and played along, "Why hello there, papa bear."
Aiden's irises glimmered, seeing the two resting infants in her arms. Before he could speak, Elsa flashed him a knowing grin and ushered him to grab a chair so he could sit beside her. And so he did, utterly in awe as he drew near, drinking in the angelic sight of them. "May I-?"
Elsa nodded in full permit, passing the little girl who squirmed but soon returned to her nap once more. If only she was awake, Aiden would be able to see the breathtaking circles of green underneath those shut lids. They were his, incredibly his he disbelieved reality sometimes.
The young princess felt small in his endowed limbs. Her fingers were tiny, his were long and large, her neck looked fragile when not supported and she looked like a beautiful mix of her mother and her father, him. He's her father.
He's her dad. Elsa wasn't the only one around, he was also there and he wanted to make the best of his time around this precious baby.
"Tiny." "Hm?" "She's so tiny. What if I break her?" "You're too gentle to break your daughter, silly," Elsa chuckled, "It feels strange. Holding her like this. Seeing them up this close, I'm not used to it, but I like it."
"And it feels wonderful, doesn't it?" "Yeah. They're really soft, too."
Elsa's gaze wandered to her son, her lips curling when she saw his wiggling mouth. "He's just like you, you know. He wiggles his mouth when he sleeps." Aiden looked a bit perplexed, but he laughed, cautious enough to lower his laughter's volume, "I do that?" Elsa giggled and nodded, "Oh believe it. I literally sleep beside you everyday."
"Do I snore too?”
“No, you don't, but if you do then I suppose I'll be considering a guest room.”
“You hurt my dear heart.”
“Kidding,” Elsa smiled playfully, “I hold them just to make sure they are there. Because sometimes I doubt they are. I used to think that I wouldn't even have children; besides the fact that no man was to fall for me I thought maybe my body was too cold to nurture a baby. After our wedding, I even thought that it'd be expected for us to try with difficulty to conceive one. Heck, I predicted Anna would be the first one to have a child.”
Aiden's brows furrowed, and his lips were slightly trapped in a frown. “Why'd you think that?”
“Just like I told you, I thought my body wasn't capable enough,” Elsa sadly spoke, “I get to sleep past midnight sometimes due to work, I eat dinner late,” Her voice grew frail, “I was also scared. Terrified.”
“Why?”
“I was scared that... If I really was unable to have children, you'd start to hate me and then...” Tears came into fruition, once and twice, “Perhaps you might leave me and you can guess the rest.”
Aiden's pupils shrunk in size. If it wasn't for the baby girl snuggled against his chest—or the baby boy sleeping dreamlessly in his mother's arms, Aiden would have swept his wife up into his own and kissed her tears away, tell her that no, oh goodness no, he wouldn't leave her just because of such a reason, that he could wait, that he loves her more than her limitations—
“Elsa no. You shouldn't think so. Fertile or otherwise, I'd still be with you,” Aiden shook his head, “I cannot bring myself to leave you. I have never looked at another woman but you, my entire life, I swear to the one up above. I'd rather have you, heirless or whatnot than another girl who isn't you.”
Elsa fell silent.
“... Who isn't my children's mother. Chandler and Auriana are way luckier than you think,” He smiled assuredly, “They have the honor of being held by you, you hold people like they're your world. To be lulled to sleep by you, they love your voice. To be raised by you,” he beamed, “To be loved by you. What more can they ask for? Damn they love you so much already and they're only five months.”
Elsa sniffled and chuckled, “You beautiful idiot.”
Aiden's smile couldn't be any wider. “Ooh, what did I do now?”
Lips pressed against his—he was mystified, a blushing mess, just like the first under the tree they shared in their first date.
Who would've known that first date lead to this?
He tried to utter a word, just to hide the fact that he wanted more, but their current place told them otherwise and that wink she shot him sent the message of later, after dinner, I'm all yours, and for now they can just enjoy the company of the two weights rested in their embrace.
“He's got your cheeks.”
“But he's got your eyes. A more favorable fact, no?” Aiden mischievously challenged.
“Hm, Aria's got yours,” Elsa smiled slyly, “So we're even.”
“They have cute noses. Does it run in your family?” “I guess,” Elsa both shrugged and laughed, “You're the only one not blonde in our little family,” she added; teasingly, “You sure you're fine living with a trio of blonde heads?”
“I'm more than fine living with you three,” Aiden smirked, leaning in and giving the crook of her neck a playful kiss, “Especially the woman always clad in a blue ice dress.”
“So you don't want another one?”
“Hm? Wait what–”
To be continued
on the next chapter...