Bund-El of Joy

[Sir Phillip Crane]

Tag: authorflies

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BE DOING MY DUTY

The pregnancy had been different from Marina's. So, very different. As was the case when the baby was actually born. They had a beautiful baby girl whom they had named after a dear friend of Eloise's, and her sister in law as well. But was set it apart was the way Phillip saw Eloise with the baby. She was . . . a mother. Not just by birthing a child, but by the maternal way she cared for it. Phillip had truly never seen such a sight. Never having his own mother and Marina . . . she had been quite emotionally removed from the children. There were moments where she tried, but her internal struggles had been too great.

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Seeing Eloise with the twins had assured Phillip that she was a good mother indeed, but witnessing it with a new born baby opened up an entirely new world. She was so involved with Penelope; so attached. So . . . nurturing. And he found himself learning from her. Wanting to be a better father in the early years of Penelope's life . . . where he had not been for Oliver and Amanda. That fear was still there, that he may fail and make mistakes . . . but it was not as crippling now. For he found strength with Eloise at his side. He'd spent the morning in the greenhouse, his time spent here becoming more out of necessity rather than avoidance. The time he was able to spend with his family was precious and he cherished every moment.

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Ordinarily, he would have spent most of the day in here but instead . . . when afternoon came, he decided to check on the others. Amanda and Oliver were engaged in their lessons which he would not disrupt, so he entered the home and made his way upstairs to see what Eloise was doing. To see how Penelope was. When he entered their room, he was pleasantly surprised to see both of them, Penelope cradled in her mother's arms. Eloise truly seemed like such a natural. How fortunate he was, that she was in his life. That she was the mother to his children. That she was his wife. "Have you rested?" He asked her, making his way further into the room towards her and the baby. If she was not rested, then surely they could give Penelope to her maid.

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    Being a mother had never been something that she had intended to do, not until she had met Oliver and Amanda, that is. It had been an instinct that had came surprisingly natural to her, the desire and thought on how to care and treat these children. It was not to say that it did not come without difficulty, of course, but it was something she both wanted to push through and had confidence she could. It was not until they had called her mother that the feeling had settled inside of their chest- that's what she was and it was what she wanted to be. It was the highest honor that she could have ever been awarded and the only title that she had been granted that she enjoyed being called. That being said, until she had found out that she was pregnant, she would have never imagined herself giving birth to a child. It wasn't something that she did not want to do, certainly she had found herself terrified, but there was a strange confidence that also fluttered inside of her chest. She would be okay, she knew how to do this. And she was, and so came into the world Penelope Crane, and once again as it had for the twin, something clicked inside Eloise, like the world became a little brighter and things, and her being a mother slowly came into focus and sense once again.
   
    Her husband coming into the room and his words cause the smile on her face to grow ever so slightly. When she spoke, her voice was hushed, not wanting to startle Penelope who was just waking up from a nap. " I am fine. " Words that were not a direct answer to his question, but were certainly the truth. She did not linger on it, looking from him at the baby in her arms, as she rocked back and forth. She was no stranger to babies, having seen many of her siblings and in-laws have children of their own, but it was different with Pen. She could see so much of her and Phillip in their daughter already, at least in terms of physical traits and where with her nieces and nephews she feared dropping them, she was fairly sure she  didn't want to put their baby down.  

    " You, on the other hand look like you might need a moment to rest, or at the very least sit. " Eyes looked from her husband to the chair in the corner, rocking the baby in her arms a little as she beamed up at him. " She just woke up from her morning nap. I didn't want her to get upset so I thought I would pick her up before she started fussing. Read a story or two. But now that your here..." Her eyes glistened as she moved a little bit closer to him, grin still not falling from her lips. " I can read a little more easier, if you would like to hold her, that is? Or perhaps we could take her on a walk? "

Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~