I Am Not Afraid to Keep on Living ~Private~

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"Oh, Sweetheart!" Carmella chuckled. "You could have asked me to sew the clothes for you, I would have gotten it done in a pinch." Carmella had been accustomed to mending Charles's clothes when she had still worked for him, as well as the teeny tiny negligee that an old mistress of his had worn. Needless to say, she was quick with the needle.

" Ah well they look more lost boyish." he chuckled smiling.

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Carmella laughed softly, "Well, I suppose they look better since you made them. They suit his character better." she complimented, smiling and resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Sweetie." she murmured softly, kissing his cheek. "Let's go inside for a little bit to have some of the breakfast that you prepared." she suggested.

" Alright" He smiled taking her hand.

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As they walked towards the house Carmella could hear little voices talking from within the kitchen. She smiled, guessing that the children were up, and pushed open the door that lead into the kitchen. "Hey, Lizzy." she said, smiling to see her oldest daughter eating one of the helpings of French toast that Darrick had prepared for them. "Did you sleep well?"

Lizzy looked a bit tired, her pajamas kind of scrunchy looking and her hair coming out of her pigtails. Offering her mother a teethy smile, she nodded her head and chattered on about magically finding all of this food already prepared for them. Lizzy was a tad bit gullible at the age of five and a half and believed that a lot of things happened by magic as oposed to more logical explanations.

And It didn't help that Darrick egged this on. " Maybe it was Peter Pan and the Lost Boys? Do you think they want you to become one of the First Lost Girls?"

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Lizzy was a highly opinionated little girl and enjoyed talking quite a lot. "But of course!" she said happily, eagerly listing off reasons why she would be the perfect first lost girl. She noticed her parents chuckeling softly as if they knew something that she didn't. Despite this, though, she didn't care. She was far too happy with her daydreams of being a lost girl.

" Maybe you need your very own lost girl hat. Like Peter Pan. And your own bow and arrows." he smiled. Of course the bow would be real enough but the arrows would be wood with soft plush at the tip.

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"Oh, Daddy!" Lizzy squealed happily, almost dropping her fork and knife on to the floor. "Could I really have my own bow?" she asked, her voice hardly as calm and collected as it had been before. "And a real lost girl's hat? With a red feather- you know it has to be red!" She was excited and happy and Carmella could not help but laugh at how adorable she was being.

" I would not see why not." He smiled. " You should ask Santa. You've been good enough this year"

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Lizzy smiled happily at the thought of this. She was certainly a holiday girl, always being the first to remind her father when the time came for him to go into the woods and chop down a tree for Christmas. For the past two years she had taken to going with him so that she could help him pick out the most perfect tree. "I have been really good." she said thoughtfully, taping her chin.

" You and your brother are always good. By the way where is your brother" he asked.

Damien giggled softly from the broom closet.

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Lizzy thought about this for a minute before truthfully answering that she did not know where he was. She then went back to talking about how good they had been that year. "We helped teach Clover a lot of new things, and we've been making sure that she doesn't get hurt when she walks around." Clover was about eleven months old now and had started to wobble around the house.

Damien "coughed" from in the closet. Growing impatient. He wanted his mom to find him.

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Carmella looked up, confused by the small coughing sound that she had heard. Walking over towards the door that lead to the small broom closet, she turned only to look at Darrick to raise a brow, as if to ask "You don't suppose that Damien would be in here?" in a sarcastic sort of tone. Chuckeling to herself she turned around and turned the knob on the door.

He jumped out and kissed her cheek " Mistltoe!" he giggled.

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Carmella blinked and then laughed softly, scooping her son up into her arms. "Hey, buddy." she cooed, carefuly placing him down in his seat once she reached the kitchen table. She had noticed that Damien was a bit of a mama's boy, though she wasn't complaining about it at all. Carmella loved all of her children and was happy that they were all so close to her.

" Lizzzyyyyyyy Mistletoe!" Damien laughed holding it above his head.

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Lizzy laughed merrily and pressed a kiss to her older brother's cheek. "Mistletoe!" she squeaked happily, smiling gently at him. The twins were as close as they could possibly be, and it made Carmella happy that her children had found best friends in one another. When the time came that the twins would become estranged from one another, it would be a very dark day in the Vlad household.

Twins were a very powerful symbole.

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Lizzy happily tugged Damien to the breakfast table, instructing him to eat so that he would be healthy for the day. While Lizzy was very foreceful at times, she always meant well. Some people would later see her as controlling and mean, but in the end Lizzy was just a loyal girl who cared deeply about the wellfare of the people that she cared about.

Damien ( being her twin) knew this and knew his sister only meant well.

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Carmella laughed softly, and then looked thoughtfully out the window. Watching her children that morning made her surprised that not so long ago she had been planning on leaving. What would she have achieved by leaving her family though? She had a wonderful husband who adored her and three beautiful children. Not to mention, unbeknownst to her, a fourth child that had been concieved the night before through the love making she had shared with Darrick.

Darrick would be very surprised when he would learn of his wife's pregnancy. Darrick covered his yawne but he stretched his arms. Whenever they made love it took alot out of him because he put so much passion into it. It was a very passionate and loving marriage.

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Carmella yawned softly and then glanced over at Darrick. Seeing him streth out his arms she smiled and took the time to walk to him and into his arms. Resting her head on his chest she looked thoughtfully over at their children. She was happy when she was with him. Somehow Darrick was able to fill the void that had been in her heart for such a long time.

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