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@Gavril:

❝ — You needn't bother with tip-toeing on my account. ❞ A soft huff broke from her lips on the cusp of her ' greeting ', serving as the precursor to a lengthy yawn. ❝ Vladimir told me you would be coming home hours ago. What on Earth kept you so long?? ❞

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@Gavril:

❝ — You needn’t bother with tip-toeing on my account. ❞ A soft huff broke from her lips on the cusp of her ’ greeting ’, serving as the precursor to a lengthy yawn. ❝ Vladimir told me you would be coming home hours ago. What on Earth kept you so long?? ❞

Gavril had been trying to be quiet considering the hour he had finally been able to make it home to the flat he shared with his wife but he should have known better since Helena was defiantly their grandfather's granddaughter, "I'm sorry fy nghariad." He said honestly as he tiredly started to get out of his uniform. Llewelyn was honestly utterly exhausted, in quite a bit of pain and struggled a bit to get his uniform jacket and shirts off. "Things went to hell at the last minute security wise. A bunch of drunk collage students decided to climb the gates in protest and with our grandfather in town and at the embassy at the time it made things extra tense."

He winced heavily as he had to move his bad shoulder a little more than it wanted to go, "I also had to get checked out medically thanks to one of the idiot kids resisting restraint." The soldier and Serviciul Român de Informaţii officer finally admitted as he sat heavily on his side of the bed in order to start on his boots. "I did try calling a couple of times despite the hour though."

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OOC:

Sorry, I've been so silent. Things have been quite tough for me lately. I'm currently in a rehab facility due to yet another emergency surgery and my house is up for auction so I will be eventually moving into an adult family home.

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❝ Salut, ❞ came her soft, breathless hum as she wound her arms around him tightly, momentarily splaying her hands out against his back before allowing her fingers to curl into the pristine wool of his jacket. — All things considered, the brim of his cap was only a minor annoyance, and one that could easily be ignored for the time being.

Her time at home with the twins was rapidly approaching its end; she’d almost successfully gotten them through the transition to bottle-feeding, and that would make it much easier on everyone involved for her to return to work. ( It was a little earlier than she’d like, yes, but it had never been her intention to stop working entirely. — In fact, Lieutenant Reece had already cleared her to come back, and her return date was only a week away.. she’d no doubt that she would be diving right back into the deep end immediately upon stepping through the morgue’s doors. ) ❝ I’ll be sure to return his love the first opportunity I get. ❞

❝ I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear that everyone is doing quite well, indeed. ❞ She slipped her hands into the pockets of her coat, shifting slightly in place at his side, then laughing softly. ❝ Alright, I’ll be sure to keep the phone close by.. I should hate to worry him by missing his call. ❞ As she was prone to do because she still loathed the cellphone that had been forced on her. She’d a tendency to leave it lying around in rather inconvenient places..

"He has insisted that I am to take the next week off with pay." Llywelyn said while they waited in line to order. "So what say you to stopping by the markets after lunch so we can make the most of the end of your leave?"

Gavril knew it was going to be tough for Helena to go back to work but the plan was for the twins to go to a daycare run by the wife of their cousin Vladimir's oldest son that was right next to the embassy and Gavril was willing to bring them to the morgue as part of their parents' lunch plans. He wrapped an arm around his wife as they walked the short distance to where there was a picnic table kind of off the beaten path, "I'm sure everyone would understand and support you if you wish to take a little more time off though."

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Gavril broke into a brilliant smile when his wife broke away from the crowd and then gathered her into his arms before giving Helena a passionate but appropriate kiss, "Salut iubirea mea." He said before pressing his forehead against hers as best he could considering he was wearing his uniform cap.

The Romanian/Welsh soldier was putting in very long hours at the embassy so Helena could stay home with the babies as long as she wanted to but he was mentally and physically exhausted and their grandfather all but ordered him to take the afternoon and at least a week off with pay. Royal duties had the older Vladimir had to return to the UK and Europe soon after the twins were born but had just flown into New York that morning. "Our grandfather sends his love and this." He said before kissing her on the forehead, cheeks and then the top of the head. It was a traditional Sarmatian and Dacian expression of familial bonds that was often still done in parts of the former Soviet Union and Eastern Europe today.

"He immediately asked Vladimir, Luka and I the state of the family but especially you and the twins." The redhead said with a smile as they got in line at one of few food carts Helena enjoyed. It happened to have a license to operate in Central Park too so it was a double win for the couple since they and the family often enjoyed outings and gatherings in the park. "He's going to call you later to arrange a time for him and Uncle Artur to visit and then Vlad and Nicholas will visit separately.”

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@Lada:

“Because you are so essential to our family in so many different ways my dear and you've never steered me wrong." Lada said with a soft smile. "You were a rock to me and Damek after our grandfather and Vladimir got us out and then again when my brother took my husband. Other than our grandfather it's your advice and opinions I trust the most."

The younger woman then took a moment to get glasses and the open bottle of red wine she had in the refrigerator. No one in the family drank a lot but the advise she needed was due to a life and death situation, "It was almost impossible to find Damek a match the first time and now he needs another... how do I keep Vladimir from finally breaking if Damek dies?"

❝ -- I don't know, ❞ She sighed, leaning forward to prop her elbows on the counter before dropping her head into her hands. ❝ I haven't the foggiest of notions, but.. I don't believe it will come to that. ❞ Perhaps there were other viable options for Damek. Greater scientific advancements had been made in the years that had passed since his transplant had taken place. They may very well have to turn away from more traditional means for Damek's sake.

❝ I've no real advice to offer.. nothing that goes beyond everything I'm sure you've already heard. All of the platitudes I've no doubt that you're rather sick of, which certainly won't be of any use to you. ❞

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coinquinatvs​:

❝ – I don’t know, ❞ She sighed, leaning forward to prop her elbows on the counter before dropping her head into her hands. ❝ I haven’t the foggiest of notions, but.. I don’t believe it will come to that. ❞ Perhaps there were other viable options for Damek. Greater scientific advancements had been made in the years that had passed since his transplant had taken place. They may very well have to turn away from more traditional means for Damek’s sake.

❝ I’ve no real advice to offer.. nothing that goes beyond everything I’m sure you’ve already heard. All of the platitudes I’ve no doubt that you’re rather sick of, which certainly won’t be of any use to you. ❞

"I'm sorry luv." Lada said as she placed a comforting hand on the other woman's arm. "It was unfair of me to burden you like that." She gave a weary sigh as she poured the wine before breaking into a brilliant smile as Gavril and Damek came in with Rebekah and little Vladimir. "There's nothing like the sight of men holding babies."

"How was the barn?" She asked as the men carefully put the sleeping twins down in a portable cot before joining her and Helena at the counter.

"I have a feeling one of these two's first words are going to be horsie or pony." Damek said with a smile as he slid onto the stool next to his sister-in-law as Gavril grabbed drinks from the fridge and moving to sit next to his wife.

"They liked the birds too." Llewellyn said. "Plenty of coos when one of them would open their beaks."

"I'm guessing from the looks on your faces and the wine the topic of conversation before we walked in was me." Damek said. He too had gone to medical school but unlike most in the family that followed their grandfather into his main profession the older Hoffman brother had become a psychiatrist. He smiled warmly as he pulled Lada into a hug and the younger woman gladly accepted it. "I have no intention of going anywhere anytime soon."

"This is one of the few times I'm glad for the stubborn Drăculești temperament." Lada said with a tiny smile as she hugged her brother-in-law and Gavril pulled Helena into his arms.

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❝ -- You know how advice is; it's only ever really wanted when it coincides perfectly with precisely what you'd every intention of doing anyway.. And so, one must wonder why on earth you would bother to ask for said advice in the first place. ❞

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coinquinatvs​:

❝ – You know how advice is; it’s only ever really wanted when it coincides perfectly with precisely what you’d every intention of doing anyway.. And so, one must wonder why on earth you would bother to ask for said advice in the first place. ❞

“Because you are so essential to our family in so many different ways my dear and you've never steered me wrong." Lada said with a soft smile. "You were a rock to me and Damek after our grandfather and Vladimir got us out and then again when my brother took my husband. Other than our grandfather it's your advice and opinions I trust the most."

The younger woman then took a moment to get glasses and the open bottle of red wine she had in the refrigerator. No one in the family drank a lot but the advise she needed was due to a life and death situation, "It was almost impossible to find Damek a match the first time and now he needs another... how do I keep Vladimir from finally breaking if Damek dies?"

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coinquinatvs​:

❝ S'all good my dude, ❞ It was a GOOD thing that she’d made the decision to avoid her usual accessories: countless bracelets, rings, multiple necklaces, insane hairbows / decorations.. trying to take all of those off just to wash her hands would have taken so LONG it wouldn’t have been worth the effort. ❝ – I don’t know if I was paying super close attention when he was giving me the rundown, buuuut.. I think I’ve got who’s who worked out alright. ❞ And with that said, she dried her hands thoroughly, then shuffled out after Gavril - headed back over toward the corner where she figured he’d come to greet her from.

❝ – Okay, sure! ❞ It was more than just a little awkward given the fact she most definitely was NOT a professional baby-holder, but - with Gavril’s help - she managed to get them settled in comfortably and safely enough. And she sat herself back against the chair, her spine as rigid as a board, afraid to move… almost afraid to breathe. ❝ Take your time! ❞ About the idea of convincing Abe to offload some of that silver elsewhere, though, she didn’t have a response for that. That would take way too much concentration to attempt right now, and all of her focus needed to be zeroed-in on the babies she was holding. ( Nervous? Her? Definitely. )

The Romanian/Welsh solider smiled softly as Harley settled back with the twins and then quietly took her bag of gifts and her jacket upstairs. Gavril hung up her coat in the front closet and put her bag on the kitchen bar area before going into the bedroom to check on his wife. He wasn't surprised she was still fast asleep and he noticed the blankets had became all askew so he very gently fixed it and gave his wife a gentle kiss as he tucked her in.

"Dormi liniștit, superba mea iubire." He whispered in her ear before leaving just as quietly.

He then stopped in the kitchen and grabbed four of the good sized bottles of the Coca-Cola they had in the refrigerator. Like everyone else in the family that was not born and raised in America soft drinks and most junk food didn't appeal to them but the ones that served in the military did enjoy a Coke now and again for the sometimes needed extra sugar and because it helped calm down their stomachs. Two were for Gavril and Harley, one was for Abe and the last one was for Vladimir who was due off shift at Bellevue with a dinner Lada had made for the new parents.

As if by magic Vladimir used the key Helena had given him years ago to unlock a side door in the shop that led out into an alleyway where family would park as Llywelyn came down the stairs. Hoffman looked exhausted and it was obvious his back and shoulders were bothering him but he gave a crooked grin when he saw Harley with the twins, "Hey munchkin when did you fly in?" He was coming off of a seventy-two hour shift and violent crimes like mugging and shootings were on the rise so he spent his waking hours pretty much moving from one intense case to another without much time to call and check in with the family.

Gavril gave his cousin a hardy but gentle hug and handed him his Coke before taking the cooler bag of food upstairs and into the refrigerator, "You have Welsh rarebit, some of our grandfather's stew and a shepherd's pie." Vladimir said when Gav came back. "And plenty of each."

"You look half dead brother." Llywelyn said as he moved the chair Abraham had gotten for their grandfather closer to his and Harley's so that they could all talk quietly.

"Seeing the munchkin with her arms full of twins helps." Vladimir said as he gently rubbed the babies' backs. "Sit back naturally little dragon and let the babes snuggle against you while supporting their tiny bums and making sure they're at an angle where they can easily breathe."

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❝ – Yeah, I know. ❞ She replied sheepishly, lifting her hand to brush a stray strand of neon green hair out of her face. ❝ Better late than never though, right?? ❞ Though her gaze had already begun roaming around the shop, it didn’t take long at all for her full attentions to snap over to Gavril - or, more aptly, to the twins he was holding. ( Gosh, they were sooooo tiny!! Scary tiny. Holy cow, TINY. In fact, they made her feel like a giant, for the first time ever in her life. )

❝ Nope! ❞ She chirped softly, maybe a little too proud of herself, all things considered. ❝ There definitely wasn’t any need for a search party. ❞ Definitely not. No one needed to see the serious amount of geeking out she’d done at a few places on her journey.. she would never have been able to live that down. – Carefully, extremely carefully.. almost as though she thought he was super fragile, she returned the hug.. then rolled her eyes. Playfully, of course. ❝ Okay, I did. But! But, I found some super nice, really pretty chocolate for Helena. Chocolate helps with everything, y'know? ❞ As a matter of fact, she had things for everyone. ( Maybe not all of it was quite as pretty.. but nice, nonetheless. )

"Thank you." Gavril said when Harley said she had brought some chocolate for Helena. It was something his wife had asked him for that morning and he hadn't had a chance to run out and get it for her. "It's one less thing for me to do since I don't want to be far from her and the twins right now. I'm sure grandfather described who is who and I'm sure the resemblances helps but this is Vladimir and this is Rebekah."

Llywelyn led Harley back where he was sitting and did ask that she wash her hands in the little bathroom in the back of the shop before gently handing his son and daughter over as soon as she had her jacket off and she was sitting down, "Help me out by giving them a cuddle while I run your bag and jacket upstairs, pop my head in on Helena and grab us something to drink." He then grinned as he looked over at his oldest son. “And keep that one out of trouble while trying your hand at convincing him to sell some of the silver to other shops around town."

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Straight to the antiques shop. She’d promised their grandfather she’d head straight there… She’d gotten there, alright. Eventually. Maybe a few hours later than she should’ve, but she was there - balanced and bouncing on the tips of her toes in her worn out Hello Kitty converses, and peering through the storefront window - her grey eyes widened and aglow. – She could see Abe standing behind the counter, and he looked pretty busy - as usual, despite the sign on the door currently read: CLOSED.

Dropping back down off her tip-toes, she turned away from the window and practically skipped over to the door. The tips of her teeth dipped lightly into her lower lip as she raised a hand, curled her fingers into a loose fist and knocked gently on one of the door’s thick glass panels. – Since there wasn’t any jazz or classical music floating through the windows, she figured Abe would be able to hear her easily enough. ( And if not, she’d just take a seat in front of the door and wait, in the hopes he’d pass by. And? Since she had a ton of snack on her - as always - she could hang for quite a while if she needed to. )

Silver. How the hell had he managed to come away from that last estate sale with so m u c h of it, again? He’d promised himself he’d cut that out, keeping up with the polishing was getting to be damn near impossible, especially now. But there he was, a polishing cloth and a necklace that reminded him of something Helena had worn back in the fifties in hand - his greyed brows furrowed.

Speaking of his mother, she still hadn’t quite bounced back from having the twins, so he was keeping the shop closed for now - trying to keep things as calm and quiet as he possibly could for her sake. For the twins’ and Gavril’s sakes, too. – No one was allowed in unless they were family.. hence his initial aggravation when he heard the knock at the shop’s main door. Before he paused to look up, he’d thought he might have to shoo someone away… but then, when he actually took a moment, he realized that he recognized this visitor.

In fact, he’d actually been expecting her to show up. Only, he’d been expecting her a l o t sooner.

❛ Well, look who finally made it. ❜ He mused quietly, casting a glance over at Gavril and the twins before laying down the cloth and necklace he’d been working with, coming out from behind the counter and making his way toward the door.

❝ – Hiya! ❞ Though she was definitely animated as she bounced through the door, she was careful to be as quiet as she possible could, and even had enough presence of mind to look contrite for being so l a t e.

❛ Hey, kid. ❜ He made sure to close and lock the door behind her before turning his back to it and making a sweeping gesture toward the shop. ❛  Glad you made it, ❜

Gavril looked up and grinned when he heard the knock on the front door considering if their shared grandfather didn't have the abilities he did in order to know his family was safe he'd be calling by now considering their visitor was supposed to be there long ago, "About time little dragon." The soldier said with a smile as he shifted the twins as he got to his feet. He had been helping his stepson clean the massive amount of silver the shop had and of course the twins loved to drool and sometimes spit up after feedings so he was wearing an old shirt and pair of jeans he kept around for jobs where he would have to get his hands dirty.

He was also only a little better then his wife sleep wise since he had been helping her physically recover and get enough calories in order to properly nurse two newborns and often stayed up with her during the nightly feedings and was the one who did the diaper changes afterwards, "We were beginning to wonder if we needed to send out a search party." He said good-naturedly despite the fact there was aways a chance that the California kid would run into the worst Manhattan had to offer. He shifted the babies again in order to give his tiny cousin a one armed hug and noticed she had a huge bag from a popular candy store on her arm. "And I see you've discovered one of Manhattan's tourist traps."

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It was quite an adjustment for Gavril and Helena to move their newborn twins into their loft apartment above an antique shop but it was not far from their grandfather's hotel where Vladimir and Lada were still residing with their younger kids, the embassy and Vladimir's precinct so the couple would have their army of support for as long as they needed it. Helena was understandably still exhausted from giving birth to two very healthy babies so the soldier was working with his stepson downstairs in the antique shop while she got some much needed sleep upstairs. It hadn't taken long for Llywelyn to completely fall in love with his children in a whole new way and form a super strong bond with them so he was never far from where the twins were napping and getting used to this brand new world of theirs.

As soon as little Vladimir and little Rebekah began to fuss the Romanian/Welsh soldier soon had both of them in his arms and cuddled against his chest, "Spune-i tatălui totul despre asta iubitele mele." He whispered with a smile as he carried them over to a private corner of the shop and sat down with them. They were only about a week old but Gavril still marveled at the fact Vladimir was as dark as his namesake grandfather and cousin/uncle but little Rebekah was almost the spitting image of her father. Pale skin, flaming red hair and blue eyes that would likely lighten in the coming weeks. "Ydych chi wedi darganfod rhywbeth newydd?"

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coinquinatvs​:

❝ – Me? Nahhhh, ❞ He vollied, dropping his well-worn rucksack next to his feet before gingerly returning the hug. ❝ besides, technically? I was still on an assignment until a few hours ago. ❞ A much shorter assignment than those he was usually given, but an assignment, nonetheless. ❝ You know the drill, ❞ His reminder came casually enough as she slid her arm through his and he, in turn, slipped his hand into his pocket while shuffling along at her side. ❝ I’m alive. ❞ That was all he had to offer in response to her first question. As for her assessment and second question? ❝ And I’m gonna plead the fifth on that one, thanks. ❞

He’d never get used to this - the level of concern Lada obviously had for him in that moment, a level that made him more than just a little uncomfortable.. he wished she wouldn’t worry so much about him at all, especially not when her kids, grandkids and her husband were all far more deserving the attention than he could ever hope to be. He’d been but a breath away from saying something he hoped would allay that concern - even if only for a few moments - when she spoke up again, diverting his attentions. ❝ Oh?? ❞

❝ – No more so than you, ❞ The faintest of smiles tugged weakly at one corner of his lips. It didn’t linger very long, but it had been there. He was especially careful as he returned his elder’s embrace. ❝ So it’s a good thing you’re here for an extended stay, huh? ❞ The major difference between an extended stay for himself and an extended stay for their Grandfather, though?? He wouldn’t have to do any work. Their Grandfather would.

"You're forgiven my luv." Lada had said as she ruffled Paul's unruly hair. "As you always are since we know the life. I'm just glad to see you're safe." She was content to slip into her husband's embrace after he and Gavril greeted their cousin and smiled softly at the way their elder was holding Paul.

"Oh you know there is an army of people that have my wellbeing in hand." The older Vladimir said before kissing the top of Paul's head as he let him go. "And I have a few havens just about anywhere and people to drag me there."

"The younger kids and grandkids combined forces a few days ago to get grandfather out of the city." The younger Vladimir said with a grin before pointing out the mastermind as the man slowly came out of his office. "Encouraged by uncle Damek."

"Well grandfather is here because of me at the moment." Damek said from behind Paul with a matching grin. Vladimir's older brother was having to lean heavily onto their uncle Artur and was clearly not well but he was just like the rest of the family in refusing to let their massive health problems get in their way of what they wanted to do in life. "And I saw the city was starting to take its toll." 

"It was my idea too." Artur said with a smile in his voice as helped his lookalike nephew over to one of the barstools before going over and gently rubbing against Paul. "Hello little one." The bear then showed the same concern the others had. "You look like you could use a good cuddle."

"What would you like me to pop in the oven for you luv?" Lada asked before she pulled out some of the meals she and Paul made to keep on hand for him due to his allergies. "And we need to have a meal prep day while you're here so when you're up to it start putting a list together."

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Lada grinned when she opened her door to find one of her husband’s cousins and a close friend, “You naughty boy.” She said as she immediately hugged Paul and kissed him in the family’s traditional way. "Not calling to let us you are in town." She linked her arm in his and called for a couple of her many children to bring in the solider's bags before leading him inside. "How are you my luv? You're looking a bit rough, have you not been able to have a good meal in a while?"

The Hoffman mama bear looked at her American cousin with worry in her eyes before smiling when she heard her husband, their cousin Gavril and their shared grandfather come in via the door that was off the kitchen that they used to get out to the barn, "You're in luck. Your favorite people have the day off and are on an extended stay."

She smiled and let both Vladimirs and Gavril greet Paul and considering how hard the older Vladimir worked and all the traveling he had to do it meant he hadn't seen Paul in some time, "You look exhausted baby boy." The Sarmatian/Celt knight said as he pulled his grandson into his arms and gently held him for a minute as he kissed the soldier's temple.

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OOC:

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@Gavril

❝ – I hear you and Abraham found yourselves engaged in a rather, intense conversation this afternoon. ❞ Her lips pursed ever so slightly, despite the fact she’d drawn closer still to his side. ❝ He wasn’t exactly forthcoming with its intricacies and sordid details.. but I trust the two of you made it through relatively unscathed. ❞ Relatively was the key term: Gavril was rather quiet, his mind seemingly elsewhere. ❝ Or am I mistaken? ❞ – True, he had proven himself to be a man of very few words - as most of the men in their family were - but there was something about his silence in that moment that seemed.. heavy, and he didn’t appear to be enjoying their leisurely evening stroll too terribly much at all. ( Was he truly so upset? Or merely lost in thought? Sometimes it was impossible to tell. ) ❝ Would you rather we turn back now? ❞ Perhaps a cup of tea would be more appreciated, indeed more helpful?

Unbeknownst to Helena Gavril's silence throughout their walk on the grounds of their uncle and grandfather's estate had little to do with her adult son but rather because he was gathering the courage to ask Morgan something he had wanted to many months ago, "You needn't worry about me and Abraham." He said with a soft smile as he thought back to the conversation he had with the older man considering Abe pretty much shoved the red headed solider in the direction of his mother. It's just that I know you've pretty much raised him on your own and I felt I needed his blessing so to speak."

It was then that Llywelyn moved to stand in front of the woman he had long since lost his heart to as he took a deep breath, "When I was a little boy I found an old photo in my grandfather's old medical corps foot locker and instantly I knew it's subject was someone special.... So much so that when I joined the army I asked for a copy when I was told to visualize something or someone that you would move heaven and earth to get back to." He smiled softly as he pulled out his wallet and showed the woman he loved the photograph before putting it all back as he slowly got down on one knee.

"I am very aware that the question I'm about to ask you is largely unfair since I'm asking you to basically upend your life and put your trust in a solider that has little more then his name and the promise if you say yes you will have a partner that will be devoted to you and your son for as long as God gives us." The young man then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small simple black box. "I'm going into this with eyes and heart wide open iubirea mea and I'm asking you to take a leap of faith with me..."

The redhead then took another deep breath before opening the box and showing her a ring their shared grandfather had made with his own hands in the fort's old forge, "Will you Helena Morgan be the wife of a simple Romanian solider and allow me the honor of adopting your son as my own? The age difference has never bothered me and that is what we were talking about earlier."