ELIZABETH ROSIER,
days in the sun are a rarity these days — either that be by the brewing chaos, by daily appointments or just by the well known awful english weather — so when there is an opportunity to enjoy a moment outside, one must learn how to take it. and today, there is the blessing of the skies, of war, and, more importantly, the twins — the pair finally enjoyed a nap post lunch, one that the youngest rosier child did not join, but at least cosette did not mind to explore on her own, without her siblings trailing and tugging after her.
instead, she had a father interrupting said exploring, and elizabeth’s eyes rise from the buds to watch as the man picks up the baby; his words makes her press her lips together in order not to laugh at the scene — elizabeth did not enjoy comparison between the siblings, as each had their own time and own temperament, but it was inevitable for them to compare what was to be first time parents to a set of unruly twins to being more experient parents to a baby that was, the least to say, milder.
the mother becomes distracted with her tasks in the garden soon enough, eyes once more on the greens and browns and yellows — she had never been able to grow something before hogwarts, and to actually work on the dirt instead of piling up pots was only made reality after marrying. many who knew her as the gracious healer did not think she would be fond of this, of getting dirt on her elbows, on her palms, under her nails, but elizabeth simply adored. and it would be for the best to spoil her plants before she was to return to the merciless routine on st mungo’s.
( well, her plants and other darling ones ).
“mama,” the whining pulls the brunette from her thoughts; ettie was anxious herself, a little breathy as she reached out for the shovel in her mother’s hand. “this?” elizabeth questions, raising the equipment, only for the little girl to whine again and stretch her arms as if to be held. “did you miss me? you missed mama?” the brunette asks, making her voice a bit higher as she leans in to smooch cosette’s nose. “i’m not going to touch you, baby. mama is dirty.” elizabeth makes a face, nose wrinkling and pout out as she tries to put her hands out of the baby’s reach, only for cosette to dip down and take a handful of dirt, promptly tossing it upwards before any of her parents could stop her. “dirty!” she excitedly says a new word, giggling and grabbing at her mother’s dress — it isn’t enough to stop her from finally falling down though, face first on her mother’s now stained dress.
“well, you can’t say this has been done before.” not on the dirt of their garden, at least, elizabeth thinks, glancing at her husband in solidarity.
TO HAVE A FIRST PARENTING experience with a set of twins had been more than just a simple challenge — the man seems incapable of forgetting every single milestone of their first children ( and his own first times on a lot of things because them ). it had been as stressful and scaring as enjoyable and delightful: domitius had never thought he would be able to be a good father when he lacked of that figure in his life ( a real one, that is ), but he managed surprisingly well the more time passed. if he had anyone to thank for that, that would be douglas hepburn, of course — his father-in-law was a father he would like to manage to become with time ( although that seems unlikely when the older man had so much patience… something dom lacked fairly ).
but, even with two evil spawns ( he can always feel the slap on his arm coming from his wife whenever he thinks of their first borns like this ) for a first experience, cosette has been showing that she still can do the unexpected. for example, this, right now. before he notices, he is closing his eyes in reflex as he feels the dirt over their heads, lips pressed together not to laugh — that is not what parents are supposed to do when their kids do something they shouldn’t, right? and yet, at that moment, he almost can’t help it. opening one eye and looking at the child holding to elizabeth’s dress and then at her, domitius shakes his head, feeling the dirt falling off his head and muffling a snort.
“fair enough,” he mutters first, hands brushing on his hair, trying to clean himself and finally really looking at the baby girl. “and to think i thought this one wouldn’t trick us… but... at least she learned a new word,” there is always a good side, isn’t there? seeing the baby looking up at them, he then starts his scene: eyes closing and a dramatic whine, fingers brushing his eyes insistently. “you got dirt in daddy’s eyes!” he pretends loudly, covering his face from the girl.
