Friedtrude. Perhaps on the day Augustus was born?
There's a soft happiness that drapes itself over the hospital room when the baby is handed to Gertrude. It's quiet, but the smile on her face tells all.
Friedrich is next to her side, watching their baby with adoration. It's perfect. The moment is exactly as he's always wanted.
It's when Gertrude begins to tire that he gets to hold his son.
Augustus.
The name finds itself in his thoughts and he looks to Gertrude.
Yes.
Her sleeping form and their sleeping baby boy...
He's never been happier.

















