Two new breathing souls

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Chavdar Zhefarovich

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Poisonwood 14 3/4" Core of Basilisk Fang and Ebony 14" Core of Chimera Scale
Age
11/1995
Chavdar actually gotten some of his memory back, but not all of it. There were still chunks here and there missing. He was sitting on the couch, reading a parenting book, with Rosaline next to him. Chavdar flipped through the pages, finding this all rather familiar. It was coming naturally to him, and it was excited for that. He hoped that he wouldn’t be like the father he had. No, he wanted to be a loving one. Chavdar glanced over at Rosaline, and a smile crept onto his lips. He was excited over the children, had the room made especially for them. The color being white for purity, and also that he didn’t know whether they were going to be a girl and a boy, or two boys, or two girls. Unfortunately, the tree did not reveal that information. However, Chavdar wondered what they were going to name them. He liked the name Vladimir. He turned to Rosaline, and spoke adoringly, "What are we to name them, Rosaline?" Little did he know that they would have to choose names soon...sooner than he expected.
 
Rosaline smiled in comfort as she watched Chavdar look through pages of a parenting book. It was really quite sweet that he was so excited for what was supposed to happen in two months time, she of course was as well, but her nerves were higher escallated then her excitement. As he asked her what they should name them she bit down on her bottom lip. Honestly she didn't know. Ninety per cent of her family members were named after their ancestors, and she wasn't certain if continuing this was a good idea or not. She always liked her mother's Great Aunt's Name for a girl. Zinaida. She still was uncertain though. "I always liked the name Zinaida," she offered, wondering if it would fly with Chavdar or not. "Other then that I'm clueless," she said with a small wince when she got a small pang in her stomach. She placed a hand on her large stomach and rubbed it soothingly, as if trying to calm the babies down.
 
Chavdar nodded, "I like that name too. I'm used to having names after ancestors, except I was an exception. As well as Prodan and Iulia." He added, "It'd be nice to have a change on the tree. For my side of course." His smile faltered a bit when she winced. He didn't know whether that was supposed to happen or not. Pains? Chavdar had a hunch in his stomach, and he inquired, his voice slightly panicked, "Rosaline, is everything all right?" He reached out to rub her arm affectionately. He was excited over the babies, but did not want anything to go wrong. Especially with twins. Losing one would be heartbreaking, but not so much as losing them both. Chavdar hoped that everything would go through well. There weren't many, if any, deaths on his side of the family when it came to children. Or at least, new born babies.
 
Rosaline looked over at Chavdar as he asked her if everything was alright, she nodded and smiled. She leaned over and gave him a reassuring kiss on the lips, she was certain nothing would go wrong. "I'm... fine," she said as she leaned back, before getting another small contraction. She closed her eyes for a quick second before opening them onto Chavdar. She honestly didn't think that they were contractions just yet, they couldn't be, not this early, so she played it off as nothing. As she looked down at her elephant sized stomach she wondered what kind of twins they would be. She and her brother were fraternal, and there were several other twins in her family, Asparuh's set were both males, so it was anyone's guess.
 
Chavdar returned the kiss, but it wasn't enough to completely calm him down. He saw that she was in pain again, and he felt like he was receiving the pains himself. Though it was more like panic than pain. What if she had them early? No, that wouldn't dare happen, would it? Chavdar knew that the twins, of all generations ran through his family. Asparuh and Arnost were identical male twins. Vasilka and Vialine were female, and Prodan and Iulia were boy and girl. There was no telling about Chavdar's side. He assumed that it would be either both girls or both boys, considering Asparuh was his father and all. Chavdar spoke again, "I think we should head to Saint Mungos. You shouldn't be having early contractions, right?" Chavdar just did not want to see Rosaline in pain. He hated it, and hated the fact that he could slightly remember Asparuh's attack on her.
 
Rosaline sighed as Chavdar suggested going to Saint Mungo's and gave him a curious looked as he suggested that her pain was contractions. She shook her head stubbornly, and stood up slowly. "I'm perfectly fine, as are the babies, I'm sure it's just a cramp," she said as she walked over to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. As she turned on the tap, the water that sprouted from the tap was not the only water to come out. She closed the handle and said, "Alright let's go to Saint Mungo's." She gave Chavdar an anxious grin as she glanced down at her stomach. "The babies are coming," she said with a small wince from yet another contraction.

Rosaline waddled over to Chavdar and picked up her wand carefully, and rested her hands back on her pregnant stomach. Even though they were two months early she wasn't as nervous as she had expected to be. She sighed gently before breaking into a shaky smile as thoughts of why they were premature hit her. They weren't unhealthy, every single one of her doctors has conformed this for her not all that long ago, she wasn't under 20 so the chances of premature births weren't up, so she was at a cross block from that sense. But she didn't have time to worry about why they were so early, they were coming. Thank God I'm getting an epidurral(sp?), she thought as another contraction came her way.
 
Chavdar’s eyebrows raised in shock and in a challenging way. She was being stubborn, but so was Chavdar. However, he allowed her to walk to the kitchen to get some water. Maybe it was a cramp. But his gut told him otherwise. Chavdar sighed, and waited for her to return. However, his eyes widened when she said that they should go to the hospital. Chavdar jumped from the couch, and went straight to Rosaline’s side. He figured it would be safe to apparate them to the hospital. But the babies…they were early! Chavdar nodded, and said coaxingly, “Let’s go…” With that, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and apparated them to the hospital.

(OOC: I guess the next post would be them coming home with babies, eh? :D )
 
Rosaline, with her new born son carefully craddled in one arm and daughter in the other, let Chavdar apparate them back into their home. The children woke with loud cries when they heard the two cracks and she looked down at her children. She glanced over at Chavdar, offering him one of the babies. "It's okay my babies," she said in the softest tone she could, as she kissed her son's forehead carefully. They were the most beautiful babies she had seen. Her daughter had her eyes and Chavdar's blond hair, while her son had brown hair. She smiled at him, and sighed.

lame
 
Chavdar apparated the family back to his house. He was exhausted over the whole birthing thing, having fainting many a times, but now, he was as good as new. And a father. It seemed unreal, he had babies! Hadan would have a field day, but still. Chavdar beamed, and gladly held the little girl. Zinaida. They were indeed gorgeous, and made his heart melt. It seemed natural to be holding the girl, and Chavdar turned to face Rosaline, "They are so beautiful. To be honest, I was not expecting a boy and a girl." It was a mystery on what genders they would be. Little Zinaida, and little Vladimir. He wondered how Vladimir ended up a brunette, rather than having auburn hair like his mother, but still. Anything could change at this time of their year.
 
With a smile Rosaline walked over to the couch and cautiously sat down. She rocked Vladimir in her arms softly and responded in a gentle tone, "That they are." Her smiled widened as she looked down at Vladimir who had cried himself back to sleep and now looked very peaceful. "I think I was," she said gently as she ran her finger softly against Vladimir's cheek. "It's a little odd to think of being a parent to a new born," she said, seemingly out of the blue.
 
Chavdar went and saw down beside Rosaline, having cradled Zinaida in his arms. She was so little, compared to his rather large mass. Zinaida’s clear blue eyes stared up at Chavdar’s stormy ones. It seemed too natural, being a newly father, and not an adopted one. He was new at this, but he was also living by instincts as well. “I find it odd too. I was so used to Hadan and sometimes Kailie, but never a little baby.” Chavdar had a sweet smile upon his face, and he glanced over at Rosaline. She was the beautiful mother to his children, and he couldn’t ask for anything more. “When do you think it will be time to feed them?” Zinaida popped her small hand into her mouth, and soon fell asleep.
 
Rosaline didn't take her eyes away from her perfect little boy as Chavdar asked her when she should feed them. "When they are hungry, we should let them sleep now," she said, knowing that she had fed twice at the hospital. It had been a very different experience, there honestly was nothing like it. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad one, but she was sure that her children were fed. She looked over at her daughter and smiled, very gently she leaned down and kissed the top of her head, making sure not to stir the baby, before looking up at Chavdar and sighing. She looked back at Vladimir, who's eyes had drifted shut and was now on the verge of sleeping. Rosaline's blue eyes brimmed with joyful tears, and quickly she blinked them away, not wishing Chavdar to think that she was sad when she was the happiest she had been in a long time. This was the one thing in her life she would never regret, birthing these twins. Nothing could break her of the high she was on now, she was the mother of Chavdar's beautiful children, and happy as a clam.
 
Chavdar chuckled under his breath, yet without disturbing Zinaida in his arms. Chavdar glanced over at Vladimir, and saw that he too was just as cute as Zinaida. He would not trade anything for them, not even the world. There was so much happiness from this all, and he felt it even from Rosaline. Chavdar had no doubt in his mind that Rosaline was happy, tears or no. If Namina and Dorothee wouldn’t have run off or whatever, he knew that they would have been here. Nataliia would flip, but she was over in France or something somewhere. Chavdar felt blessed that they were alone, to share this graceful moment. Chavdar was so anxious about this pregnancy, memories or no, and now, he never regretted it. Though he couldn’t remember it happening, but at least he would be around for a long time to cherish his children.
 
After seven months of pregnancy, Rosaline was relieved that her babies were here, alive, and so was Chavdar. She adjusted her son in her arms once more, and placed a hand carefully on the nape of his neck. She looked at Zinaida and Chavdar together with love for a moment, before looking back down at her baby boy. She was a mother to two perfect twins, and was part of her own family. She, Chavdar, Zinaida, Vladimir, Hadan and Avrille were a family, it amazed her infinately. Not wishing to break this moment, she said nothing, but was sure that Chavdar could feel exactly what would have come out of her lips has she spoke. Rosaline put her hand back around her little boy, and smiled so brightly that her cheek bones made her squint her bright blue eyes that had been inherited by her baby girl.
 
Chavdar stared amorously down at Zinaida, before shifting his gaze to Rosaline. He then realized something, he had a family. A complete family. Now with three girls and one boy, the twins in the adults’ arms brought them together, hooking the bonds forver. It felt superior. Chavdar never really had a family, and he finally settled down. He held his blond daughter carefully, and glanced down at Vladimir. He had no idea what to say. The moment, it was too good to be true. Like a fairy tale, only better, and without a haggard witch or dragon to interrupt. Chavdar wondered what they would look like when they were grown up. Or how they would act. It didn’t matter, they were his twins, his pureblood family. Though Avrille and Hadan would not be pleased by this, he had a thought that someday, Hadan would come around, but he was not sure about Avrille. But right now, he did not think of them, their reactions. He was just thinking of his twins. Chavdar murmured to Rosaline, his stormy eyes gleaming with pride and elation, “Are you happy, right now?” It was an obvious question, but still, he wanted to know.
 
“Are you happy, right now?” The fact that the answer wasn't obvious to Chavdar, made Rosaline a little curious. She nodded silently before breathing, "I've never been happier." She closed her eyes as she thought back to points in her life where she knew she should have been perfectly elated. Her wedding, she was happy but this did not measure up to it in the least, she had been going behind her family to marry Vaschel which had worried her. Before that she just hadn't been a very happy person. "Are you?" she asked quietly, as she traced her finger down her son's cheek softly.
 
Chavdar laughed, and responded, “I shouldn’t have asked something so evident. It is radiating off you. Maybe I just had to hear it.” Chavdar was one of those types that received auras wrong sometimes, especially when it came to females. He stared down at his beautiful daughter, who was sound asleep in his arms, and stirred slightly as if to shift positions. He adjusted his arms for her, and glanced at Rosaline. He murmured, “I’m a father of two beautiful children. We are a family, something I have never had in my life. You couldn’t have given me more, Rosaline.” He spoke from the bottom of his heart.
 
Rosaline's blue eyes flickered from her handsome son and onto his father as he spoke. An affectionate smile crossed her lips, she knew that what he was speaking was nothing short of the truth. Gently did she adjusted a sleeping Vladimir in her arms, and lean over to press her lips against Chavdar's. She pulled away slowly, letting her lips linger on his for a moment. "Thank you for this Chavdar," she said softly. She was thanking him for loving his children just as much as she did, for being here with their children and for her.
 
Chavdar returned the kiss, with equal favor. She pulled away, and left Chavdar there still with a grin on his face. Chavdar lived for this moment, a key moment in history. He stared down at Vladimir, and then at Zinaida. She seemed to be in a deep sleep. He wondered what she dreamt about, but it couldn’t be much. Maybe faces? Little pictures that she had seen? He did not know. Chavdar smiled at Rosaline, and replied, “And I thank you as well.” It was going to be a beautiful life from here on out. Something that he was wanting for the longest time. Just a normal, peaceful life.
 
Rosaline smiled at Chavdar then looked back down at her son. "I love you," she whispered to him. Her blue eyes twinkled with joy, fear of Asparuh arriving at their home was in the back of her mind, but she was so tranced by her children's peacefulness and beauty that it wasn't something that was really on thought now. She looked down at her daughter and repeated those words. She knew now that she would do anything and everything to keep these babies safe and happy. Being a mother felt natural to Rosaline, well a mother to these two children. She wasn't sure if she had gone ahead and birthed her late husband's child if it would have felt the same way, and she didn't wish to think about it. Imagining Vladimir or Zinaida loosing their lives or any child for that matter would surely make her sick or cry, in her emotional state.
 
Chavdar chuckled, and he scooted himself closer to Rosaline, so that they could both love on both babies at a time. He wrapped one of his arms around the shoulders of his children’s mother, and carefully cradled Zinaida in his arm. She was small enough for him, and his body was larger than a normal man’s. It seemed like she just fit there. Chavdar said those three words to his children, and kissed Rosaline’s head. He sighed, “I have never seen such…happiness in this household. It is just so…overwhelming. Yet, I also have a feeling that it will last for a long time.” Chavdar was a natural father to newborns. This was what he was concerned about. His fathering skills. And yet, here he was, just as fatherlike as ever. He was going to give these children the father that he had never had, the one that isn’t like the one he had now. Chavdar wasn’t evil, and neither will these children be.
 
Rosaline watched Chavdar with her big blue eyes as he said that he loved their children to them. She smiled, he was a natural father and didn't see what he had been worried about at all. She smiled softly as she felt Chavdar kiss her and looked at him adoringly. “I have never seen such…happiness in this household. It is just so…overwhelming. Yet, I also have a feeling that it will last for a long time.” She nodded her head and said, "It will." There was such confidence in her tone that made it seem like she knew that the elation that filled this household would stay that way, perhaps even grow. Certainly Avrille and Hadan could not dislike Vladimir and Zinaida they were so perfect.
 
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