Happy Holidays!
Tag: Andrei Herón London
Chapter 7: With You
“How’s my favorite nephew doing today?” Andrei London walked into Kieran’s dressing room with a huge grin on his face.
Kieran rolled his eyes but smiled back. “I’m your only nephew.”
“You don’t know that.” Dre plopped down on a sofa and clasped his hands on his stomach. He laughed at the look on Kieran’s face.
“You have some other sibling that no one knows about?” Kieran went back to fixing his tie. The damn thing would stay straight!
“Okay, fine. But you’re still my favorite.”
“Thanks Uncle Dre.” Dre came over and finished doing up the tie for him. “Thanks.”
“Don’t be so nervous. Getting married is a piece of cake!”
“Said no one ever.”
Dre laughed but his psyche screamed sadness to Kieran. “Well, we still run towards it when we find that perfect someone, don’t we?”
Kieran knew that his uncle was thinking of Maya. It had been two years since Siobhan promised that Maya would come back. The family knew that Dre would wait forever for her and Kieran hoped she’d show up soon, he didn’t like seeing his uncle like this. Hurting. “Yeah, we do.”
Dre seemed to shake himself free of the sadness and grinned at his nephew. “Are you ready? I was sent in here to get you.”
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Huh, that was…inspiring.”
They both laughed. Yeah, he was ready.
Kieran stood and smiled nervously at the guests. It was a small gathering, just close family. He’d wanted to invite Gracie and Emma but Lorde had had her heart set on this date and the girls couldn’t make it because of school. But his uncles, Tony and Riley, had made it.
He winked at Steph, who was watching him and fretting with the hem of her dress. His mother sat in the front row but he refused to look her way again. He consoled himself with the thought that at least she’d shown up. He probably owed Matt for that one.
Eden hadn’t; Belle was having a bad day and he’d stayed with her. Kieran wished Eden would get his head out his ass and accept help. That girl needed it. But today was not the day to try and fix the world.
His attention was diverted when the organ began to play the wedding march. It was funny to him that they were getting married in a church. They weren’t religious at all, but Lorde’s family was and this had been their one ask. He just wished that more of them had decided to come.
As it was, her father and grandmother were the only two people from her side of the family there. He made a mental note to check in on her before things got too crazy.
“I, Alistair Kieran Zenteri King, take you, Lorde Penelope Lawson, to be my wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.”
“I, Lorde Penelope Lawson, take you, Alistair Kieran Zenteri King, for my husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.”
Before he knew it, the ceremony was over and they were being introduced as Mr. and Mrs. King.
He was married.
Kieran smiled down at Lorde and squeezed her hand, searching for some comfort while his brain tried to process this new paradigm.
He was married.
Remembering his promise, he leaned down and whispered, “Are we good?”
Lorde smiled up and him and nodded. “Yes, we’re good.”
“I will always be there for you, Lorde. I promise.”
“And you always keep your promises.”
“We’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up,” Kieran shouted. He tapped out the notes to Beethoven’s Fidelio on the baby grand piano while he waited for Lorde to come down. Today was their sonogram appointment. He would get to see his daughter for the first time.
He heard his wife finally moving down the stairs and stood up. Moving to the foyer, a small smile tugged on his lips as he remembered Lorde’s reaction to seeing the house for the first time. It had been his wedding present to her. He figured a child should have a backyard and a house to call home, not some high-rise apartment. Maybe they’d get a dog or something.
She’d spent considerable time and money to furnish it, including having the piano shipped from his old place. He’d been ready to leave it but Lorde wouldn’t hear of that, she knew it was important to him. She was that good at reading him. He couldn’t say the same though and it was frustrating as hell.
“I’m ready.”
She looked at him as she came down the stairs and his breath caught in his throat. She’d changed back to her natural hair color and she had a slight bump now. She looked beautiful and he said as much.
Smiling, Lorde came to stop next to him and kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”
He pulled her closer to him and kissed her again, deeper. He was married and was having a baby!
“What was that for?”
“Just because I could.”
Lorde smirked and stepped away. “Come on, silly man. We’re already late.”
Kieran smiled and headed to the garage to start the car.
They were in a well-appointed room waiting for the technician and he glanced down at Lorde before grabbing her hand. She looked so calm. He couldn’t keep his leg from shaking. He’d hear his child’s heartbeat for the first time; see her for the first time.
“Are you okay?”
He smiled at her. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you okay?”
“Are you sure? You seem nervous.”
“I’m fine, promise.”
The nurse walked in and they both looked up. “Hello. I’m Nurse Jackie. Is this your first time here?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Kieran looked back at Lorde, startled. “What?”
She glanced at him before looking back at the nurse. “I’ve been here before.”
When she didn’t elaborate, he frowned. “When were you here?”
“When I found out about the baby. Can we get started please?”
“Oh.” His tense shoulders relaxed and he sat back in his chair. “Of course.”
He didn’t know what he’d thought she’d say. No wonder she was so calm. He was the only one who didn’t know what to expect here.
Nurse Jackie bustled around, setting everything up and Kieran pretended he needed to scratch his nose so he could let go of Lorde’s hand. She always seemed so calm, no matter the situation. He wondered, not for the first time, what she must be thinking.
“Alright mommy, I’m just going to put this gel on your belly – don’t worry, I heated it beforehand. And if baby is cooperating, we can find out the gender today. Is that something you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Alright.” Nurse Jackie squirted a bit of the gel, took a plastic stick she called a wand and placed it on Lorde’s stomach.
Within seconds, Kieran heard a loud woosh woosh woosh sound.
“And that’s the heartbeat. Good and strong.”
He looked at the monitor, mesmerized. The baby was tiny but he could clearly see the head and what looked like a body.
The nurse took measurements, all the while explaining what she was doing. A few clicks later and she said, “Alright and we’re just going to try and turn the little one around and – oh, there it is! Congratulations, it’s a boy!”
Kieran frowned. “Are you sure?”
The technician looked at him. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just I thought…” He didn’t finish his sentence for fear of sounding like an crazy person.
He frowned, thinking back to the letter Siobhan had left him in her journal. She’d said daughter. That his daughter would be important. Had she made a mistake?
“Kieran?”
He looked down to find Lorde staring up at him. Concern evident in her gaze.
“Sorry, I’m good.”
She studied him a moment longer before turning her attention back to the screen.
The ride home was a quiet one. He could feel the tension. When he parked the car, Lorde was out and walking into the main house in a flash.
He stayed in the car, looking at the tools hanging from the wall. He needed to do better. Placing his head on the steering wheel, he took a few deep breaths. He would do better.
His thoughts turned to Eden and what his friend had said the last time they spoke. He was privileged and he’d never really tried at anything. Never really had to. With a wife and a child on the way, he couldn’t continue his criminal activity. He couldn’t help his friend even if he wanted to. What he needed was a job. Something that would keep him busy, maybe even give Eden an opportunity to earn an honest living as well.
He would find something, maybe open a gallery and make it a family business, something flexible so they could both take care of their families.
He glanced at the door Lorde had walked through a few minutes before. He had a family now and if Siobhan was right, there would be more in the future. He would be better.
Happy Holidays from Ainsley, Rosalie, Maya and Dre London
Hello, so I am fast forwarding a few years now so we can add the appropriate children to the London clan. When I did my 20K photo shoot, some of you noticed a second set of twins jumping around in some of the photos. Well, here is their first family picture ever.
Maya got caught talking to Dre. Oops! Say hi to Rosalie and Ainsley London, born December 25th. Rosalie is a derivative of the family name Rose and Ainsley is named after her grandmother. Rosalie’s little, outstretched arm is giving me all the feels!!
For the short story about the twin’s birth, you can read it on my simblr!
(And then you can come back here and tell me what you think!!)
Mini Holiday Photoshoot
I posted this over at my simblr but thought it would be cute to share here. Some photos I took for the holidays. I especially liked Tony’s family photo, it was cute and way more relaxed than their usual stiff poses. Without further ado:
Left to right: Eva Louise Torres-London King, Matias King, Stephanie Magdalena Zenteri King, and Alistair Kieran Torres-London Zenteri King
Maya Charles-London and Andrei Heron London
Left to right: Riley MacKenzie London, Grace MacKenzie London, Anthony Jacob London, and Emma Paige London
Back Left to right: Emma Paige London, Alistair Kieran Torres-London Zenteri King, and Grace MacKenzie London
Front: Stephanie Magdalena Zenteri King
20k Photoshoot
Chapter 14: Epilogue
Warning: Nudity
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A Tony and Riley Extra
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
They were seated on the living room floor, Dre’s head resting against the couch. He looked – peaceful.
“Now that Maya is back, do you bite her? During sex, I mean?”
Dre looked over at him. “No. I want to get married first. It’s important to me that we do everything right this time.”
“Oh.”
Dre grinned at his twin. “Why, Riley pressuring you to let him munch on your neck?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “No. He does that already. He wants me to do it to him.”
Dre sat up, serious now. “Oh, wow. That’s great Tony! Wait, you don’t want to?”
“I – I don’t know. I don’t think I can. My teeth don’t change.”
“But you’ve tried?”
“A couple of times, yes.”
“Maybe they can’t. Do they itch? Do you even have fangs?”
“What?”
Dre sighed. “Have you checked to see if you have them?”
“I didn’t realize they were different…”
“Goddess, Tony! You’re supposed to be the genius. Come here, let me check.”
And that’s how Riley found them, Tony leaning back against Dre’s lap with his teeth bared and Dre’s fingers in his mouth.
Riley burst out laughing at the sight and Tony tried to get up but his twin wouldn’t let him move.
“Stay still Tony and don’t you dare bite me!”
He considered it for a second but the smile on Riley’s face made up for any embarrassment he might have felt.
Riley sat down beside them and ran a hand up Tony’s thigh, stopping midway and just resting it there.
“What are you two doing?”
“Checking for overdeveloped canines.”
“Oh. Tony doesn’t Change though. He doesn’t have any.”
Tony narrowed his eyes and started to say something but Dre tapped him against his lower lip, hard.
“I have my fingers in your mouth, next to your still impressively sharp teeth. Not a word.”
Tony sent him a look that clearly said, Let me go.
And Dre gave him one that said, No.
Resigned, he lay there and let the two most important men in his life talk over him, about him, without any input on his end.
Chuckling, Riley squeezed his leg. “I thought you didn’t like things in your mouth babe? Well, most things.”
Dre released Tony in a rush and sat back. “Oh come on! I didn’t need that visual!”
Tony wiped at his mouth but continued to lie on his brother’s legs. Enjoying his discomfort. “That’s what you get for smacking me.”
Wiping his hands on his shirt, Dre growled. “Goddess. I don’t even know where your mouth has been.”
Both Tony and Riley said, “Yes, you do,” then burst into laughter.
“You two make me sick. You kiss your kids with those mouths?”
He shoved at Tony in an effort to roll him off his legs but Tony wasn’t budging. It was nice having Riley and Dre with him, laughing. It had been a while.
“Not that I will ever understand the dynamics of being a twin but why were you looking for canines?”
Riley was softly stroking Tony’s leg and Tony leaned up to shift into his arms.
“Tony was telling me about your sexy times and asking for pointers.”
Riley pulled him closer and gave him a squeeze. “He doesn’t need any pointers.”
Tony had the absurd urge to stick his tongue out at his brother. “We were talking about my biting problem.”
Riley began petting him again, a habit he seemed to have developed fairly recently. Tony had noticed that as the girls got older and they spent more time around family, Riley became more territorial. Anyone vying for his affections made Riley nervous. They’d discussed it but it wasn’t something that would change anytime soon. It hadn’t become unbearable, yet, so Tony and everyone else just went with it.
“Oh.”
Yeah, oh. They stared at each other silently. Tony knew how much this meant to Riley and he hated disappointing him.
“He has them.”
They both looked over at Dre.
“What?”
“You have them. They just haven’t descended yet. This happened to one of the pups in my pack. He was a halfling. His mother was human.”
“Really?” Tony sat up.
“Yeah, we just had to force them down. It was fairly simple.”
“Could you do that for me?”
“Probably. I’m surprised Caleb never suggested it.”
Riley cleared his throat. “He’s the one who suggested that Tony turn now rather than wait for the Witch’s Moon.”
Dre nodded. “So he’s concerned too, then?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s something you both aren’t telling me.”
“We can talk about it later, babe. One thing at a time, okay?”
He looked from his husband to his brother. The two most important men in his life and they were asking him to trust them. Even if he doubted Riley, he would follow his twin anywhere.
“I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
“Okay.” He leaned back, into the safety of his husband’s arms. “Okay.”
The Torres Legacy 