VIII-Normalcy? What's That Good For?

[Helena Rahal]

I have chosen to believe that nothing is quite what it seems.

Inaki knew that his life would never be anything that could resemble normal. Ever since that day that he froze the waters in the beakers by simply thinking about it he knew his life would never be normal. That fact was something that he had come to terms with, it was a fact of life that he had come to accept. Hell, he had developed small breasts that flowed with a decent amount of milk so he could help feed his children. However that did not stop him from longing for just a day or two of what could be considered normal every now and again.

Perhaps it was too much to ask, given that complexities that were within his life, not just as a Special, but as a human being. He had unforeseen gender identity issues, even to a point where at one point he had developed an entirely feminine personality that manifested itself into its own person. That person was eventually extracted and put into a body of their own, yet the issues with gender still persisted.

Inaki didn't know what the end goal of it was, if he wanted to pursue changing of his sex or if he just enjoyed being feminine. For the time being though, he enjoyed time spent at least dressing up in pretty dresses or blouses and skirts. Much to his surprise, so did his wife, though Felicia pretty saw anything as a reason to engage in physical intimacy. While Inaki did enjoy having sex with his wife, part of him desired him for them to connect more than just when they did during the physical act of intimacy.

As Inaki searched through their elaborate wine cellar, he wondered if his wife was truly capable of being romantic. There was certainly lust within her and love, he could never say that Felicia did not love him, even with what many would consider odd spousal behavior. Was there romance though, was there something for her beyond just what appeared on the surface? It was a bit strange, but of all the Rahal women Inaki had met, it was Niri that seemed to be the most human, to still have a full range of emotions that were displayed.

Maybe it was just a side effect of being immortal, Inaki could not blame them if it was. Immortality was something that he would never have to deal with and all the implications of never having to meet with the end of ones physical being. Ma seemed to think that Inaki's newly manifested abilities could perhaps prolong Inaki's life, but that would in no way make Inaki immortal. Though the thought of having however many extra years these new abilities might grant him to share with his children and Felicia was a pleasant one.

"Ah, there you are." Inaki said aloud to himself as he found the cabarnet that he was looking for within the cellar. Pulling it out of its storage space, Inaki dusted off the bottle from where it had accumulated the matter while it was being stored in the cellar. It supposedly was a really good wine and Inaki was hoping that it lived up to the reputation as he clambered out of the wine cellar and towards the kitchen.

When he got there, he pulled out the two glasses he had previously put into the freeze to give them a nice chill. Uncorking the bottle with one of the many bottle openers that could be found within the manor, he poured the wine into both glasses until they were three fourths full. With a smile, he placed the bottle on the cabinet and took the glasses with him to the dining room, placing them on opposite ends of the table.

He returned to the kitchen once more to retrieve a box of matches, before using them to light a trio of candles that he had placed on the table. Inaki wasn't sure what scent was Felicia's favorite, so he had chosen vanilla hoping that it would make due. With that now set, Inaki flipped off the lights and basked in the glow that the flickering flames of the candles provided. Then he slid over to where the stereo was located and put on the cd he had chosen for the evening, supposedly good romantic, ambient music. If there was a night to see if Felicia had any romantic inkling within her, this would be the night.

"Felicia dear, dinner is ready. Why don't you come down to the dining room before it gets too cold?" Inaki called out as he decided that the music suited his needs. Not sure what to wear, Inaki had opted for a trick of sort. He left the dining room and made his way to his study and flipped on his computer. Depending on if Felicia sat at the foot or head of the table would decide his outfit, which he would watch from a webcam he had set up discreetly in the dining room just for this night.

[Felicia Soler]

May increase if your caught up in the world
While it's dyin', I guarentee your fryin' cause I am
On the verge of knockin' muthafuckas out for no reason
Once I get down there'll be no breathin' it seems when
Muthafuckas wanna calm down, put his palm down

Cazenovia Lake, New York

[dropcap]Their relationship had progressed rather quickly. Felicia had never been one to sit on her laurels and wait for a guy to get up the gumption to ask her out on a date. Inaki was all too familiar with how she handled rejection (and so was his throat). She was surprised the punch she'd given him hadn't broken his windpipe. And then when he'd come to make amends at her mother's house, they'd made much more than amends on the front porch. Nearly eleven months later (damn her family and their long term pregnancies!), she'd given birth to the two 'amends' that they'd made together on that night. She'd also thrown him into a shotgun wedding in Vegas when she found out she was pregnant.

Inaki was quite unlike her in every way. Where she was brash and obnoxious, he was reserved and kind. While she told people straight out what she thought of them, Inaki had a much gentler approach. She often resorted to intentionally maiming or just outright killing anyone who got in her way, though Inaki seemed to have tempered that a bit. It helped that her granddaughter was dating Devon and she knew how upset Amalia would be if Devon met yet another untimely demise. The only way she could think of that Inaki was like her was that he'd learned how to breastfeed their children—which was odd, but not unheard of. Somewhere down the line, she thought that her husband would want to change his gender, and she realised she'd be perfectly fine with that. Inaki would be hers no matter what gender he decided to assume, and she would support him in whatever way she could. Her family had more than enough money to make his dreams come true if he decided to pursue becoming a woman. He was already halfway there, and it wasn't like she—or Gods forbid, her mother--would have to teach him anything.

Since they were having one of their first official 'date nights' since they were married (the whole thing had been Inaki's idea—she didn't really see a point to it), she decided to dress up, if only a little. While shopping in one of Cazenovia's vintage shops, she'd come across a hypnotic-looking black and white floral patterned dress which she thought looked particularly good on her figure. She'd shed most of the baby weight she'd put on during her lengthy pregnancy; not that she'd been heavy to begin with.

Amalia and Devon were looking after the twins in their nursery so that she and Inaki could enjoy their time together. To be honest, she was a little nervous. Sitting down with him at dinner meant that she would actually have to get to know him and talk to him on something other than a completely superficial level. She certainly hadn't fallen for him based on his personality. She wasn't about to lie about that. Looks faded with time, but she liked to have a pretty man on her arm for at least a little while before the wrinkles showed up. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really know much of anything about the father of her own children. Man, she'd really jumped whole hog into this relationship without giving it any thought. Eh, that was something she'd been doing for her entire life. She should have been used to it by now.

When she heard Inaki's voice calling her down to the dining room, she felt her heart palpitating in her chest and her palms growing wet with a fine sheen of sweat. Was she actually anxious about this? It was just dinner. But what if he didn't like her once she started talking? Getting to know people on a one-on-one basis just wasn't something in her DNA unless those people were her children or her family, and even then she'd failed on a number of levels. Wiping her hands on her dress, she took a deep breath and steeled herself for whatever was to come.

As she made her way down the steps, she noticed that he'd turned out all the lights, leaving only two guttering candles to light her way toward the dining table. Her night vision had always been terrible, and it wasn't long before she stubbed one of her bare toes on the corner of a heavy end table that had the gall to be in her way.

“Motherfucker! Godfuckingdammit, who put that fucking table there? Ow!” she lifted her injured foot and rubbed it with one hand while hopping the rest of the way to the dining table. “FUCK!” Doing her best to ignore the pain shooting up her leg, she pulled her chair away from the table and sat down, lifting her injured foot up so that it rested sideways on her opposite thigh. The smallest toe on her foot was bent at a right angle to the rest of her toes. Great. “Oh, well isn't that just fucking lovely.” This night was already off to a great start. They hadn't even taken the first bite of food and already she'd broken her toe which subsequently put her into an even shittier mood.

Grabbing hold of the affected toe between her fingers, she shrieked as she wrenched it back into place and allowed her ability to take over, repairing whatever damage had been done to the broken bones and tendons. Now she was pissed off, nervous, hungry, and in pain. She could only hope that Inaki knew what he was in for.[/dropcap]

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[Helena Rahal]

If it's all the same, I'll be me

Inaki winced as he watched his wife stumble her way from the living room to the dining room. Maybe he should have lit more candles or left the lights on a low dim, but this had seemed much more romantic to him. Lights off with a soft melody and just the candlelight between them, that was what was supposed to make for a romantic evening wasn't it? Inaki had even hand crafted cooked the entire three course meal that he had planned out for the two of them. Yet now it looked like it was off to a really bad start.

Inaki took a few short breaths and crossed his fingers, sending up a prayer to someone or something. Inaki was in no way religious, with the mantra that the only Gods were the ones men created themselves. Yet all the same, he sent up words for whatever diety or cosmic being was listening, hoping that Felicia would settle down and this evening would turn out as well as Inaki hoped. This was a bonding moment, something that Felicia and Inaki really had not had too many of. That Felicia agreed to it was something of a surprise but maybe she too just wanted to get a little closer to her lover the same way Inaki did.

Her language though, it put a put of despair into Inaki's mind and his plans for the evening, While Inaki had planned to wear a suit and tie if Felicia had chosen to sit at the foot of the table like she had, Inaki now wanted more than ever to cheer her up. Maybe it was his own bias or he was not perceiving things as well as he thought, but Inaki felt like Felicia like him more when he was more in his female alter ego. Considering this poor start, Inaki was going to go with the outfit that was original meant if Felicia had taken charge and sat at the head of the table.

The first thing he did was head to the bathroom and quickly washed his face and pat dried it. Then he quickly but carefully applied his makeup, choosing a bronze eye shadow and light pink lipstick to. Then he put his hair in an updo, applying just enough hairspray to keep a bounce but it's shape. Moving back to the study, he pulled off the little black dress from its hanger and slipped into it, followed by the black leggings and matching pumps. Giving one last look in the mirror, Inaki smiled at the reflection.

Somehow staring right back at him was an attractive young woman, even if a bit small chested. It was amazing what just a bit of make up could do with what some would call fine features that his body already possessed. In fact, Inaki felt very confident and attractive, more so than he did just as "himself". It was both confusing and yet somewhat comforting, whenever he wanted he could just become this whole other person and things were already better because of it.

Yet there was no time to sit and stare at the mirror, fascinated at the woman that was staring back. From this moment until whenever Felicia said otherwise, they were two female lovers enjoying a romantic and delightful evening. That was the plan, but to make sure that plan went well, she couldn't just leave Felicia there in the kitchen hungry, in pain, and alone. Quickly as she could in her heels, she took off from the study and towards the kitchen.

Opening up the fridge, she pulled out a large bowl of salad that was already prepared with Italian dressing and two chilled bowls. Placing them on a tray, she waltzed into the dining room and even did a small twirl, getting a thrill out of the way the tail of the dress came up and twirled with her body. As she came out of the twirl, she leaned down and placed a kiss on Felicia's cheek, as well as placing one of the bowls in front of her and a spoon. She then placed the salad bowl in the middle of the table and took her seat at the other end with her own bowl.

"You look absolutely beautiful tonight darling. Your dress really looks great on you and well you just look amazing." It was true, Felicia had always looked absolutely beautiful to her, even when she was pregnant. Maybe that meant that they were truly meant to be together, she was not sure, but tonight Felicia looked just completely delightful despite her sour mood with the stubbed toe. There was almost a glow about her, something radiant and exquisite, something that made Felicia unique.

"I hope your hungry my love, I prepared a full three course dinner for us. There is also plenty of wine, was saving that cabernet for a special occasion like this.

[Felicia Soler]

Well you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you
And I'm like hot damn, let me make you my boo
'Cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm loving it, hell yes!

Cazenovia Estate
Lake Cazenovia, New York

[dropcap]Her injured toe healed almost immediately after she'd set it back in the right position, but the residual pain from the broken appendage still remained. It would be a few more minutes before it disappeared completely. It was somewhat eery being here in the room all by herself in the grand estate with nothing to light the room around her. Aside from the music wafting in from the MP3 player in the living room, the large home was completely silent. The only things she could hear were the sounds of the wind blowing outside along with the sound of the occasional wolf howling several miles away.

After she'd seated herself at the table, barren except for its place settings and the two goblets of wine that had previously been set by her husband, she downed her glass of wine in one gulp and quickly poured herself another. She'd been starved of alcohol for over a year. Thankfully, she'd managed to stockpile at least a week's worth of breastmilk for their children so she wouldn't have to worry about them becoming lushes after a particularly long night of binge drinking.

She looked around in the darkness when she heard the sound of high-heeled footfalls coming her way. Wait, she knew the sound of those shoes. Those were her shoes! . . . So help Inaki if he stretched them out . . .

But it wasn't Inaki who came to her in the darkness. It was Helena, the name Inaki had adopted for himself whenever he wanted to explore what it was like to be a woman. And he pulled it off incredibly well. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight darling. Your dress really looks great on you and, well, you just look amazing." Helena's eyes sparkled as she took her seat at the head of the table. Felicia couldn't help but return the smile with a genuine look of happiness that was all her own.

“You're far too good to me.” The pain from her foot was all but forgotten as Helena gazed back at her, lovingly. “You'd think I'd know my way around the house by now, but I guess not.” Felicia passed the wine glass from hand to hand, focusing on the rim of the glass to keep from looking into Helena's eyes. It was just very . . . uncomfortable for her to speak to someone on much more than a superficial or business level. In spite of the three course meal that Helena had planned for the two of them, she could feel nausea growing in her stomach that threatened to ruin everything. “You'll have to forgive me if I'm not more talkative. I don't really do the whole one-on-one conversation thing very well without completely fucking it all up.”

Felicia lifted her eyes and finally looked out across the table at the woman sitting in front of her. She had a warm, gentle face with bright blue eyes that she quickly felt herself being lost in before she cleared her throat and hastily looked away. With her brusque personality, how in the fuck had she ended up with someone like this? Being conversational wasn't exactly one of her strong suits.

Reaching across the table, she pull the salad bowl towards her and placed a hefty amount of the raw vegetables onto her plate. She could feel her stomach twisting around inside her and tried to ignore it to the best of her ability. The last thing she needed was for this entire evening to be ruined because she had a nervous stomach that decided it would be a perfect time to spew its bile-filled contents all over the table. Helena had gone to a great deal of trouble to put this together, and she wasn't about to let her bodily functions screw everything up on account of her own anxiety.

“Honestly, after all the shit that I've put you through, I don't understand why you even bother sticking around.” If Helena said it was because of the children they had together, Felicia was going to spear her eye on the end of the fork in her hand. Like she hadn't heard that excuse at least a hundred times before. “My ma is almost certainly certifiable, I'm still occasionally fucking my granddaughter's boyfriend, I've been sleeping with one of my aunt's relatives, however many times removed from the family--” she stabbed at the salad with her fork and propped up her head in her hand. “Wow. I am a hot fucking mess.”[/dropcap]

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[Helena Rahal]

Everything is changing every day in every possible way

Helena blushed as Felicia said that she was far too good for her. That was hogwash as far as she was concerned, Felicia was the woman she loved and that was that. This being far too good or not good enough for one another... it just didn't make sense any more. At one time it did, at a time when self confidence and identity were vastly lacking. Now, things were different, and although still lacking for confidence from time to time, their was a self worth of something inside the heart. Which seemed to make all the difference in perception of not only how she saw the world but how the world looked back.

Helena even afforded herself a small laugh as Felicia made her joke about knowing the house better. "We all can't be perfect. If not remembering the exact house layout is your chink in the armor, then it is not so bad." It was a weird way about trying to boost up Felicia's mood and self esteem, but hopefully Felicia would understand the meaning. After as much time as they spent together, even her odd way of stringing thoughts along would have made its way into Felicia's understanding of Helena.

Felicia though seemed... was it nervous? Surely not, it was just a simple dinner between two lovers, what was there really to be nervous about. Helena almost frowned as Felicia admitted as much to being nervous about the dinner, that did put a different light on the events. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, though I hardly think you could screw it up. We could not have survived nearly two years of marriage if we couldn't talk to one another."

Felicia seemed to study her for a few moments afterwards, though Helena was not sure what she was looking for. Was it a husband that was not there, not in the traditional sense? Was it simply looking at and admiring the person across the table from her, sharing the meal, the evening, and their life? What was it that Felciia saw when she looked into the eyes of her lover? A small, shy smile was all Helena could do to hide the own wondering her mind was doing.

Helena waited for Felicia to make her own bowl of salad before doing the same. However it seemed that there was more on Felicia's mind and she placed her silverware down as she listened to her lover speak. It was a bit of disbelief on her part but there also seemed to be a sort of... sadness in the words. As if Felicia was truly worried that all the oddities of their relationship was going to push Helena away from her.

"I stay because I fell in love with you, for whatever reasons that I may have or had at the time. Are things perfect? Certainly not, nor are they in any way conventional, I'll give you that. I mean, look at me, your supposed husband is sitting across from you looking and acting more a wife than anything else." Nothing about their relationship was what anyone would call normal and at the start of the relationship that bothered her. Now, she had come accustomed to it, it made little difference to her the weirdness that their marriage entailed.

"Maybe I fell in love with you because of how different you are to me. I know that I admire you, in ways, I always have. And though I have certainly had issues with some of your choices, we've worked past them, even if it required a bit of help from Ma from time to time." Yes, there was times she had even been angry enough at Felicia for her choices that she had wanted to leave. That anger passed though, especially when someone like Lida sits you down and tells you what you need to hear even if it is not what you want to hear.

"As much as I protest it, I really don't care about your extra marital affairs. Love is love, sex is sex, they are not one and the same. The fact of the matter is that despite wherever or whoever you get your sexual satisfaction from, it is with me that you have made a home and a family with. While I may not partake in your hedonistic activities, I am not about to throw away our relationship over it."

Reaching across the table, she placed her hand over Felicia's and then laid her head across her arm, keeping her eyes locked on Felicia. "Yes you are hot fucking mess, but you're my hot fucking mess."

[Felicia Soler]

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Cazenovia Estate
Lake Cazenovia, New York

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to, though I hardly think you could screw it up. We could not have survived nearly two years of marriage if we couldn't talk to one another."

“Sometimes I wonder if we really didn't just jump into this too fast.” How many official dates had they gone on before she'd gotten pregnant? Three? Obviously Helena must have seen something in her that made her want to stick around. Inaki as well. Relationships had always been a rather complicated subject for her, seeing as how she couldn't stand any of the immortal men and women she'd met, which left only mortal men and women whom she gave her heart to, only to have it crushed when they eventually succumbed to their own mortality. She picked away at her salad and did what she could not to look Helena in the eyes. All of a sudden, she felt incredibly vulnerable, and it wasn't a feeling that she enjoyed. Most of the time, she was able to cover it up well enough by 'not having an off switch' as Inaki liked to call it—for her, it was more of a defence mechanism. She could be sweet and endearing when she wanted, but what was the point in caring for someone and spending her life with them if all they were going to do was die? Most people thought immortality would have been a wonderful power to have, but if she were to be honest about it, it really fucking sucked.

"I stay because I fell in love with you, for whatever reasons that I may have or had at the time. Are things perfect? Certainly not, nor are they in any way conventional, I'll give you that. I mean, look at me, your supposed husband is sitting across from you looking and acting more a wife than anything else." Well, there was that. But that didn't bother her in the least. She would always love her husband and her wife—as long as they let her do what she wanted and didn't keep her on a leash. The only thing worse than being in a relationship was being in a relationship where there were strings attached. Inaki had taken her polyamourous self at her word, and if it bothered him in the beginning, it didn't seem to affect him much now.

When Helena realised that Felicia wasn't going to be very forthcoming in the conversation department, she continued. "Maybe I fell in love with you because of how different you are to me. I know that I admire you, in ways, I always have. And though I have certainly had issues with some of your choices, we've worked past them, even if it required a bit of help from Ma from time to time."

Felicia sighed. Well, there was that. “Yeah, well, I guess it's a good thing that you don't have to worry about me sneaking around behind your back since I just do it in front of your face.” She allowed herself a small chuckle and forced herself to start eating little by little, even though the nausea she was feeling was threatening to make her run to the nearest bathroom and regurgitate whatever she'd consumed.

"As much as I protest it, I really don't care about your extra marital affairs. Love is love, sex is sex, they are not one and the same. The fact of the matter is that despite wherever or whoever you get your sexual satisfaction from, it is with me that you have made a home and a family with. While I may not partake in your hedonistic activities, I am not about to throw away our relationship over it."

“And look how well that's going. I'm becoming my mother all over again.” Khalidah had a tendency to pick up 'stray humans' and drop them in Felicia's care whenever the fancy struck. Most of the time, it worked out well, but there was a point when she started to get annoyed by it. “Somehow I have a feeling that if I told you Jordan and his girlfriend were coming to live with us, you probably wouldn't take too nicely to that.” As far as she was concerned, that was never going to happen, despite how much her mother liked to keep the family together. They needed their own lives.

She felt a weight on her arm and looked over to see Helena looking back at her with her enchantingly blue eyes. "Yes you are hot fucking mess, but you're my hot fucking mess." Felicia put her fork down in her plate long enough to stroke Helena's cheek. That was probably one of the sweetest things someone had ever said to her.

“Like I said, I'm not good at the whole 'let's be all floofy and romantic and let me tell you how much I love you' thing. I'm much more of a 'show and don't tell' person.” People said 'I love you' all the time, and she doubted they really meant it. Words lost their meaning when they were overused. “In spite of how pretentious and irritating you can be sometimes, I've just grown to accept that it's a part of who you are, and there's nothing I can do to change that. And I really don't want to, because it's what makes you you.”

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[Helena Rahal]

Things are so much simpler than we care to know

"Sometimes I wonder if we really didn't just jump into this too fast.”

Well, there certainly was that possibility Helena had to acknowledge. They had two, maybe three true dates, and one of those was even when she was still technically with Alice. Things escalated quickly after that, which had been fine with her, since she had just assumed that was how things with Felicia were. Now though, it looked like even Felicia may have had some doubts and reservations about just how quickly it really went. It was not as if Helena could blame her at all in that regard, she just was trying to figure out a way to assuage those feelings.

It made her chuckle that even despite the way she was feeling Felicia was still finding ways to make jokes. It was probably just one of her coping mechanisms, but it showed a remarkable strength. Then again, Felicia was an immortal, with more time in relationships than Helena had even been alive. There was many things remarkable about Felicia as well, even now when it was clear that she was not feeling her absolute best. Forget the brashness and absurdity of her behavior, Felicia was a strong, independent, and fierce woman who definitely was strong both physically and mentally.

No amount of fears of doubts would change that in Helena's mind. In fact, this showing of vulnerability was something that though concerned Helena also gave her a small smile. Felicia was human just like everyone else, she just had a way of better hiding those insecurities that she had.

Helena even gave a laugh as Felicia stumbled her way through trying to compliment her. It seemed her lover truly did not know her way around the touchy-feeling lovey dovey romantic stuff that was supposed to be this evening. It was no loss though, their relationship was anything but normal, and to think their own way of finding romance and forming a closer bond was going to be normal was a foolhardy notion. Normalcy had no place in the world or in their relationship and it was soon enough that she embraced that completely.

"I love you two you wild and crazy goofball. You're extreme, completely and utterly random, and at times drive me completely insane. And I love you for it. I also love the way you show me how much you love me." Her voice trailed off as she even blushed a little at those last few words. It shouldn't cause her to blush, sex was just as much a part of life as eating was, especially among lovers. if there was one thing that Felicia was an expert at, besides annoying her, it was making love to her in a way that left her completely and utterly breathless.

"Perhaps you can show me a little bit more how much you love me later." She said as she reached out and stroked Felicia's cheek affectionately. She gave Felicia another smile, though this one more of a naughty smirk in truth, before sitting back upright and taking a few bites of her own salad. Somehow, Helena knew that was supposed to be a three course meal was going to end up just two or maybe even one course. It was fine though, the meal and dessert could both safely be stored away for later. Tonight was about the bond with her lover, a far more important thing to attend to than food.

"Would you like the main course dear?"

[Felicia Soler]

I was alone
I was all by myself
No one was looking
I was thinking of you
oh yeah did I mention,
I was all by myself

Cazenovia Estate
Lake Cazenovia, New York

[dropcap]Fuck, she really had no idea how to react in a situation like this. Why had she even gone for Helena in the first place? Eh, probably because she was a pretty face. That was usually her motivation for anything. And Felicia couldn't figure her out. Why did she stick around? Why was Helena's brain wired the way it was? The more questions she asked, the less answers she received, and the more confused she got—which was probably why she stuck around in the hopes that eventually she'd be able to dig into Helena's core. That hadn't happened yet.

“It sounds really weird, but even though I fuck around behind your back—well, not really, since that's not a secret—okay, so, even though I fuck around right under your nose with your 'approval' or whatever, you're my wife and my husband, and we've made two beautiful children together. That's enough to get me to stick around.” Helena was right. They had a good thing going. Maybe not the whole American dream with 2.5 children, a dog (where was Ragnarok, anyways?), a white picket fence and all that stupid ass bullshit, but who the fuck cared? It was their dream. It had started out as a nightmare, and she had no clue how they'd managed to get through it with her insatiable need to philander around with just about anything that moved, but did that really matter? It was enough for her to know that the two of them would never leave each other, even if she was spending most of her days locked away studying for her medical boards, or doing the crap her mother told her to take care of, which usually involved flying several thousand miles away to get someone out of a bind.

Helena smiled warmly at her which took her by surprise. She always looked so lovely when she smiled like that. "I love you two you wild and crazy goofball. You're extreme, completely and utterly random, and at times drive me completely insane. And I love you for it.” Felicia blushed as the compliments rained down on her, unsure of what to say or whether she should just sit and listen. “I also love the way you show me how much you love me." Now it was Helena's turn to blush. Well, yeah, there was that.

Felicia chuckled. “I've had over 700 years of experience, but I save only the best for you.” That was the God's honest truth. She only fucked other people. There was a huge difference between fucking a random stranger just for the pleasure of it and sharing a deep, physical and spiritual connection with someone she loved. Most of the time, she just had an itch that needed to be scratched from the inside.

"Perhaps you can show me a little bit more how much you love me later."

“Or I could just show you right now . . . ” Eating was over-rated anyways. Then again, she didn't want to disappoint Helena by not partaking in the feast she'd so thoughtfully put together.

"Would you like the main course dear?"

She could have made an off-handed raunchy comment, but the comment died in her throat. No, she and Helena were trying to have a serious dinner. There was no room for raunchiness.





Who the fuck was she kidding?





There was always room.

“I'll eat the main course if it's gonna be you on a plate.” It had been nearly five minutes since she'd said anything vaguely sexual. That was a new record. Felicia laughed and waved her hand dismissively at Helena, then leaned back in her chair and daubed at her lips with her napkin. “Sorry, couldn't resist. Yes, I suppose I'll have the main course now.”[/dropcap]

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ф ф Lyrics / Quote: All By Myself, Green Day
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[Helena Rahal]

If I stay it wont be long till I will be burning on the inside

Helena brushed aside and even chuckled at Felicia's attempts at sexual humor. It was nothing that was not unexpected given who Felicia was and the way this entire conversation had played out. It was part of who Felicia was, as much as her crazy ways were, and it was something that Helena had come to expect.

“I'll eat the main course if it's gonna be you on a plate.”

Now it was Helena's turn to turn the tables on Felicia in a way that would probably surprise the immortal. "Oh that could certainly be arranged darling. I had no idea that grunge and food play was one of your fetishes." Helena teased at her lover, not missing a beat, even going so far as to seductively tease her eyelashes at Felicia.

Felicia though declined that invitation, at least for the time being, and invited Helena to bring out the main course. Helena of course was all too happy to do so, considering the work she put into to prepare the meal. Two hours of slaving away in the kitchen to get all three courses prepared just the way she wanted it. It was a special occasion and she wanted everything to be up to royal standards, even if it was a bit of a commoners meal.

With a smile, she sat up from her chair and dashed from the dining room and into the adjacent kitchen. First thing first, she brought a pair of plates along with the necessary silverware to the table. Next was opening up and pulling the dish out of the oven where she had put it to keep warm. It was merely chicken parmesan but it was something that Helena liked. She only hoped that it was also something Felicia liked, but considering she at least lived in Italy for awhile, there was a good chance her lover would take kindly to the dish.

Sticking a serving spoon and fork into the dish, she closed up the oven and twirled her way back into the kitchen. Once more she kissed Felicia on the cheek, this one last a few seconds longer than the brief peck from earlier. Affection came so much easier as Helena than it ever did as Inaki and she was going to take every opportunity to express it. While it is nothing like the way Felicia displayed affection, which actually was closer to pure lust when you came down to it, it still filled her with a warmth of what she assumed was simply from being in love.

"Dinner is served darling. Have as much as you like, I cooked using the recipe for preparing for four." Considering the nature of their household, it would not surprise Helena if a guest or two decided to make a dash into the kitchen for a bit as well. In fact, she was not entirely sure who all constituted the household at the moment, with so many people in and out of it. Good thing they had a manor to accommodate such a shifting environment and the number of guests.

Helena waited until Felicia made her own plate before serving herself, using more of the angel hair and just a single piece of the chicken. In truth, she preferred the pasta portion of the dish far greater than the chicken but that was because of not necessarily being fond of cheese and had deliberately left two of the six pieces of chicken with sparse amounts of cheese. Taking her fork and knife, she cut off a small piece of the chicken and twirled some of the pasta onto the fork before nibbling at the bite.

"Delicious... but not as delicious as you are sweetie. What do you think, up to your high standards?" Oh it was so much fun to tease Felicia whenever the opportunity arose. And yet there was still a warm smile for her lover, it was just the bond that they shared.

[Felicia Soler]

I lay my eyes up to the stars, and pray that I'll find her
The one I thought I found, but I am still looking for
In my heart I bear the scars
That will remain forever
Clawed by Love Demise

Lake Cazenovia, New York

"Oh that could certainly be arranged darling. I had no idea that grunge and food play was one of your fetishes." Helena batted her eyelashes coquettishly and Felicia chuckled.

“We've only been together for a short time. Men and women have spent entire lifetimes attempting to figure me out, and I'd be lying if I didn't say it was a complete waste of time.” Immortality was something that became her. She'd lived through aeons and ages of history some people—Helena included—would have given their right eye to experience. Helena had grilled her about the past before, but Felicia found discussing history quite droll. She'd steered (mostly) clear of any royal families or families with vast estates and fortunes to their name. That wasn't to say that she hadn't lived a relatively cushy life; she'd never been one of the traditionally 'servant' class. She'd tried that once and had grown so frustrated with her lord that she'd quite accidentally torn off his head with her bare hands and fed him piece by piece to a pack of wild boars. Explaining his absence was quite simple; he was a silk trader. The silk road was far from being a safe road to travel. Most people assumed he was ambushed and killed by bandits. They never suspected the servant girl of having any part in it because women were timid creatures by nature, ruled by their emotions, and sometimes they would go quite mad when their womb would wander about their body.

God, what a load of bullshit that was.

Helena dashed off to the kitchen and returned with the necessary items they would need to consume the fresh meal that she'd prepared. From the smell of it, Felicia could tell it was chicken parmesan, but with a unique culinary twist only Helena could have managed for her lover.

She waited for Helena to set the steaming plate down in front of her before she picked up her knife and fork and cut into the sauce-covered chicken breast. "Dinner is served darling. Have as much as you like, I cooked using the recipe for preparing for four."

“Were you expecting someone else to show up?” Their home had become a halfway house for stray humans. That was how she liked to think of it. They came and went as they pleased, no questions asked. And why not? Their home was big enough to fit a small army. It would have been a damn shame not to share it with others. Her human lovers other than Inaki also came and went as they pleased, though she never allowed them into her marital bed. That was her sacred space to lay and love her husband in any way she wanted.

Helena grinned at her from across the table and Felicia returned the look by blushing. "Delicious... but not as delicious as you are sweetie. What do you think, up to your high standards?"

“Anything you make for me is worth far more than a restauranteur's Michelin stars. Whatever you cook for me will always taste like honey on my lips, even if it's only a grilled cheese sandwich.” Felicia swallowed several large bites of the flavourful concoction. She'd always thought of cooking for someone as being a perfect way to express love. Food was sustenance and support, as was love, albeit it in different ways. She needed food to fuel her body, but love was ultimately what fueled her soul. Felicia gazed across the table at Helena, silently admiring the beauty in her features. “You have no idea how dear you are to me, though I'm sure many of my actions make it seem as if I don't care about you one whit. I may take others on as my lovers on occasion, but my true love will always rest with you. When the time comes, it will always be to your bed, hearth, and home to which I will return, for you are truly mine anywhere—even when I falter and stray.” This was probably the first time in a very long time (ever?) that she'd even come close to telling Helena how much she loved her. But words were empty and fickle things and changed with the wind. “Even when you're angry with me for acting as I do—I know I can be quite a difficult person to deal with—I still love you and all the little things about you. The way you hold your toothbrush in the morning when you're brushing your teeth. The way you sometimes smile at me with only half your face. The way you hold our children in your arms and watch them grow.” Her throat was growing constricted and parched, so she washed away the feeling with a glassful of wine. This was an uncomfortable conversation for her to be having on any night, as she knew that there would inevitably come a day however many decades in the future when she would still look as young as she had when they first met, and she would be by Helena's side when she passed through the veil into the other world. As much as she tried to hide the tears stinging her eyes, she couldn't stop them from falling down her cheeks. “I will always be able to find you, no matter where in the world you are. You are my goddess and my universe and I would rather give up my own immortality than to lose you.”

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ф ф Mood: And now crying!BG is crying. ):
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ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Love Demise, Immortal Souls
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ф ф Comment / Informational links: Who said Felicia wasn't romantic? Ass.

[Helena Rahal]

I have watched a change in you

Helena was taken completely by surprise as her lover started to praise her cooking. It was not uncommon for her lover to compliment her dishes whenever she made dinner for them. It was not a common occurrence, with Helena seemingly always busy doing something or another, but those instances she did, Felicia was not short on praise. There was something different about the way Felicia spoke though, her voice not the usual steadiness that the woman conveyed. It gave Helena pause and she rested her fork back on the plate as she Felicia spoke.

Helena could start to see where this was heading as Felicia carried on and then paused to drink her wine. Now it was Helena's turn to fight back the tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes. It was an impossible task though, seeing a few form and fall from those deep eyes of Felicia, causing Helena to blink away while the tears trickled down her cheeks. This was a rare occasion, Felicia actually spilling her heart out, expressing her feelings in a genuine fashion. Helena was treasuring every second of it, knowing how few these precious moments came about.

That Felicia was willing to give up her own immortality to share a life with her was something that struck a chord with Helena. It was not something to be said casually, especially with as much of a ... loose cannon that Felicia was. That she would be willing to become mortal to stay with her was the most romantic and loving thing that Felicia had ever dare utter to her. Reaching across the table Helena lifted Felicia's hands into her own and gave them a soft caress.

"That's something I would never ask of you, yet I appreciate the sentiment soo much. Words fail to measure how much that commitment means to me, how much you mean to me." Helena said, her voice not quite as perfect as before, being emotionally invested in the situation seemed to have that aspect falter. All the same, she was empowered by those simple little words that her lover had so eloquently spoken. They were each other's goddess, there was a power in that that words simply could not do any justice to.

"Perhaps you wont ever have to lose me though my love. I don't want to say too much because I don't have all the information, but perhaps you'd never need to ever let me go." There was truth in that but it was not something Helena had wanted to spring on her lover without all the information afforded to her. Ma had hinted at something, as had Marshall, which had intrigued Helena greatly and now she was doing her own research. If they were right, then it was possible that Helena would be with Felicia until the end of time, provided she sidestepped any unfortunate incidents.

"Know that I love you and this family we've made more than just about anything else in the world. While it is hardly perfect, it is our form of paradise."

[Felicia Soler]

For nobody else gave me a thrill
With all your faults, I love you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you

Lake Cazenovia Estate
Lake Cazenovia, New York

[dropcap]Why wouldn't it have been something Helena would have asked for her? For years, she'd silently longed for a way to become human and live what most people considered a normal life. She had a romantic notion about growing old and dying with the man (or woman) whom she loved. It wasn't like Helena would have been asking anything of her that she hadn't already thought through herself. She'd been alive for just over 730 years. She'd seen the world go through plagues and wars, she'd seen some of the world's most powerful empires crumble into dust until all that remained were memories.

The tears kept flowing from her eyes and she was doing nothing to make them stop. “I'm really a horrible dinner date, aren't I?” Felicia chuckled in spite of her sobs and wiped her eyes with the corner of her napkin. Oh well, at least she hadn't decided to put on any makeup after her shower or else it would have been running down her face.

Helena looked thoughtful for a moment as she wiped the tears from her own eyes. "Perhaps you wont ever have to lose me though my love.”

That was enough to give Felicia pause. A few more tears trickled down her cheeks as she listened, not quite sure of what Helena was really imparting to you.

Seeing the look of confusion and concern on her lover's face, Helena continued. “I don't want to say too much because I don't have all the information, but perhaps you'd never need to ever let me go."

She frowned. She hadn't meant to frown, but that was what she did when she didn't feel like she was getting all the answers. “I . . . I'm not sure what you mean.” Actually, she was quite sure she knew what Helena meant, but the reality of her words would take a while to sink in. The look on her face softened to a small smile. “But I would like that. Very much.” All of her former lovers had been mortal, and she'd been content to remain by their sides until they grew old and passed away. She was always sad to see them go, and knew that deep down, she would never truly forget any of them, from her first love to her last. It never got any easier. Whenever people thought about immortality, they neglected to think about just how much death they would have to witness and carry with them for the rest of eternity. Perhaps that was why she was so reckless at times—no, she knew that was why she was so reckless. It was either that or drink herself to not!death to numb the pain, but now she had someone to share it with.

"Know that I love you and this family we've made more than just about anything else in the world. While it is hardly perfect, it is our form of paradise." That much was true. They did have a wonderful family. While Felicia wouldn't have called it “hardly perfect” (more like 'royally fucked up'), she wasn't about to put words in Helena's mouth.

“I love you too, even though I stray. A lot. And probably will continue to do so. It's like it's encoded into my DNA or something. I can't shut it off.” Sex and love were not mutually exclusive. While she did seek out enjoyment in the arms of other men and women, there was no love there. Infatuation and sheer lust, definitely; but those were nothing compared to the love that she felt whenever Helena walked into a room. “You will always be my rock to lean against when I need support. And in the coming centuries, I'm probably going to need a lot of it.”

The plate of chicken parmesan in front of her had grown cold while they spoke, and she no longer felt hungry—not by any fault of Helena or her cooking, mind. “I think I'm gonna have to take the rest of this to go—or just pack it up and put it in the fridge and I'll eat it later. Being emotional does weird things to my stomach.” She'd gotten enough food in her stomach to drink more wine, which she still hadn't quite had her fill of since her ten months of near abstinence while she'd been pregnant. Given the implications of what Helena had just told her, she was going to need as much wine as humanly possible to even begin to process everything. “Immortality is great and all, but it isn't something I'd wish on just anyone. If what you say is true, you'll see what I mean in the next fifty years or so. But until then, we should just enjoy whatever time we have together.” She poured herself another healthy helping of wine and set the bottle back on the table. Her head was already starting to throb as the alcohol slowly worked its way into her system. Suddenly she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. That was quite a bombshell to drop like it was just nothing. “If I had to spend the rest of eternity with someone, it would be you, as cliché as that fucking sounds.”[/dropcap]

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ф ф Mood: I think someone ran over a skunk outside. It stinks now.
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ф ф Lyrics / Quote: It Had to Be You, Ray Charles
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[Helena Rahal]

Well I am not paralyzed,
But I have seemed to be struck by you.

Felicia was shocked at first, not really grasping at the words that Helena was trying to say without saying them. It was so understandable, but she was intently being vague as to not get Felicia's hopes up if things were not quite as they seemed. It's why she was not coming right out and saying that there was a chance that she was indeed immortal. It was a remote chance, that she knew, but it was still something that in the moment felt like she should share with her lover. Even if it was all just a foolish notion that was misread, at least Helena knew where her love stood on the possibility.

"I know dear, I know. It is a part of who you are, just as much as your beautiful looks and your quirky smile. I never will ask you to change that, though I can't say I wont ever urge you to tone it down a bit." Helena reassured Felicia once more over her confessed infidelities. While Helena doubted she would ever be the same mind as Felicia with sex, it was something she accepted from her partner.

Something she would never admit to Felicia is that there was times that she wished she was more like Felicia with her hedonistic ways. It would mend bridges between them that arose with the way Felicia was so lustful. Not to the point that Felicia was, where she would all but want to fuck anything with a pulse or any toy or instrument she thought would get her rocks off. Yet maybe it would not be so bad to share another woman with Felicia, although Helena finding the woman were very slim odds.

"That's alright dear, I'll put it up with the rest of the food in a bit. With the way the conversation had turned, dinner really had taken a backseat. A bit of a shame, since it really was an amazing dish that was delicious, but it could always just be reheated later. It seemed a good thing now that she had not gotten the dessert out as well, with dinner now halted. Perhaps a treat later or tomorrow, as long as all the little devils in the house managed to keep their grubby hands off of it. Maybe she should hide the cheesecake in her office with the mini fridge, she just wondered if it would last there.

Helena did not miss Felicia pouring herself a healthy glass of the wine, her eyes looking a bit distant. It was a look of shock and trying to reconcile what her ears had just heard with her mind. What was a bit of wine to help process that there was the chance that she would never have to let Helena go like her previous lover throughout her lifetime. Felicia was unlike Helena who internalized things and process it through a fight of rationality in her head.

"I do not know if it is true or not myself, but there have been a few strange things and opinions on the matter. I agree though, we should just enjoy the time we have now, together, and if it turns out to be eternity, then I'll be there by your side. When you'll have me of course." Helena was not so naive to think that if they shared eternity together that Felicia would want her lingering like a shadow. There would be time when each would need their space and time away from each other, hell they needed that now. It helped make their relationship work, mended the gaps between their personalities. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, at least from Helena's experiences.

"Care to pour your lover a glass of that my dear?" Helena twinkled her wine goblet between fingers and wondered what they could do with the rest of their evening. They could always be intimate, well they probably were going to be anyway at some point in the night, but just now Helena did not know how to bridge the gap till then. The meal was supposed to last longer, maybe have a dance or go swimming, but neither of those really seemed a good idea at the moment. They could talk some more, but what to say after dropping the bombshell of possible immortality?

Lyrics: Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
Outift: This
Mood: Tired

[Felicia Soler]

Passing by, you light up my darkest skies
You'll take only seconds to draw me in
So be mine and your innocence
I will consume

Lake Cazenovia Estate
Lake Cazenovia, New York

"I know dear, I know. It is a part of who you are, just as much as your beautiful looks and your quirky smile. I never will ask you to change that, though I can't say I wont ever urge you to tone it down a bit."

Felicia smirked at her. “'Tone it down a bit'? When have I ever done that?” Right. She'd tone it down when Helena stopped being all mopey about it. Eh, but marriage was all about compromise, she sighed. “I'll try. For you. But no guarantees!” Deep down, she figured that Helena wanted to be more like her: brassy, fearless, and not afraid to get what she wanted. Sex, of course, was a large part of that. Helena had turned down her offer of possibly bringing another woman into their relationship, so she'd sought out the company of women as well. Ana Johessman was quite nice.

“If you have dessert, I'll actually have some of that. I need something sweet to make myself feel less shitty. The wine's helping, though.” The wine was also helping her cope with the potential bombshell Helena had just dropped on her. Though she enjoyed it most of the time, even immortality got boring. It only got scary when people started going on witch hunts for people who were lucky enough to have been blessed with a power at birth. In the modern age of drones and biological warfare, she figured it wouldn't be long before the government had concentration camps set up for people like her all around the country as well as the world.

"I do not know if it is true or not myself,” Helena said, regarding her supposed immortality, “but there have been a few strange things and opinions on the matter.”

“What 'strange things' and whose opinions?” Why hadn't she been informed of this? If Helena were experiencing something she couldn't explain, she at least wanted to be there to try and help her sort things out.

“I agree though, we should just enjoy the time we have now, together, and if it turns out to be eternity, then I'll be there by your side. When you'll have me of course." That sounded fair enough. The last thing she needed was Helena following her around like a lovesick puppy for the next millennia. They would both need their space eventually, and the sooner Helena acknowledged that, the better off the two of them would be. "Care to pour your lover a glass of that my dear?"

Felicia grabbed the bottle of wine and tipped it into Helena's waiting glass, then set the bottle back on the table. Even with her heightened metabolism, the alcohol was having an effect on her rather quickly. She blamed it on a near lack of drinking for nine months; her tolerance had decreased severely.

Leaning back in her chair, she sighed. “If you really are immortal, you have no idea what you're in for. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to time travel. Knowing what a history buff you are, I could take you anywhere and show you what it was like.” Helena had managed to translate a few entries from one of her early diaries written in archaic Hungarian. The translation, though far from perfect, was a start. It wasn't an easy language to become literate in, even moreso if all one happened to be reading were old 14th Century texts written by a fairly normal, unassuming noblewoman. “I'm not gonna lie since I love you, but I really hope for your own sake that you aren't immortal. It's a lot more difficult than I make it look, I've just had hundreds of years of practice burying my emotions and dealing with them later.”

Helena's epiphany eventually brought her around to thinking about the one thing she didn't want to think about, at least not until much later on in their lives: the twins. Would one or both of them be gifted with abilities similar to those shared by dozens of others in her clan? She knew enough about genetics to know that they stood a decent chance of being gifted with an ability, given her family's track record, and even if they were 'normal' humans, she wouldn't love them any less. “What about the twins? Do you think they'll be like us?”

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[Helena Rahal]

Could you something dear?
Something I've not seen,
Something infinitely interesting.

Helena chuckled as Felicia reminded her how Felicia never really toned herself down. It was like Helena had put it to Felicia and a few others, Felicia simply did not have an off switch. Felicia was at every moment and with every fiber of her being simply the person she was. That she said she would try to tone it down was enough for Helena to hear, even if it never came to pass. You can't fight who you really are even if someone you love wants you to or you want to. She was beginning to understand that quite a lot in her own regard.

Helena's eyes did light up though as Felicia said that she would like to have some dessert if there was any. With the comment of needing something sweet, Helena's own mind went somewhere naughty and she felt a quick flush of her cheeks. Perhaps there was a part of her that was definitely like her lover or perhaps Felicia had simply just rubbed off some of her own personality into her own. Either way, the thought left her in an odd place and she tried to move the subject around.

Helena watched her lover with care as Felicia poured the wine into her glass at Helena's request. There was a mix of emotions behind those eyes, one of surprise, another of caring, and if Helena did not know any better, one of concern. That was strange, what was currently on Felicia's mind that concerned her? Had the bombshell of possibility immortality really been that heavy of a hit? Perhaps she should have come at it differently, expressed those strange things that happened that lead to the possibility.

"Little things like wounds healing up at a drastically quicker pace than normal. Also... well we've been together for nearly two years now. You've not aged a day, which is expected, but when I look at pictures of then and now... I've hardly aged as well. As for opinions on the matter, well Ma as well as my therapist have both commented on the matter." Now Helena did feel a ping of guilt, she should have come to Felicia first instead of her mother. Yet at the time, it seemed like nothing, and perhaps it still was nothing. "I first notice the change in my wounds healing around the same time that my powers seemed to... grow... change... I am not sure what you call it really."

There was a weird silence before much to Helena's surprise, Felicia said that she hoped Helena would not turn out to be immortal. Was is it really that heavy of a burden, did your emotions really take such a hit over the passing of time? Helena knew what Felicia was trying to say and all of a sudden, she felt even more in love with Felicia and a bit of pity. Things were beginning to make just a bit more sense in their very odd lives and she had a deep desire just to go and hug Felicia.

It was her question though that ultimately pulled at her emotional chords the hardest. Their children, the two little bundles of joy and mischief that they have brought into the world. Helena adored and loved with all her heart, and her own pending possible immortality raised new concerns and question. With what she knew about genetics and her own family, coupled with Felicia's, there was a good chance they would have abilities. Beyond that though...

"Will they have abilities? I think they will, my aunt does, I do, and I think a few others might have. You know enough about your own family and their own conquest of evolution. As for immortality... maybe. If we're both immortal, they would give them a good chance, wouldn't it? I'd love them all the same even if they were not or even just regular children, though. They are pieces of us... a testament to an unorthodox but passionate love."