Music Recommendation: Let him Goverture – Michael Giacchino

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When Beth and the others reached the dining room, everyone had already gathered in there, and she slowly let Morven down. The small boy was quick to run towards his mother, his hands circling Madeline.

Madeline placed her hand to pat her son’s head, and she asked, “Did you have fun outside in the garden?” Morven nodded his head at the question to her.

“Odi was with me,” said the boy in a small voice.

“Of course, he was,” Madeline smiled warmly at her son. She gently combed his hair with her fingers to the side that had been ruffled, which was possible because of him running in and out of the bushes.

She couldn’t believe that four years had passed so quickly and her baby boy had grown up, and he would continue to do so. She couldn’t wait for him to cross her height. He was a sweet boy, and Vlad had personally appointed Odin to babysit Calhoun and her son.

“Look at you,” said Mr. Harris to Morven. “You are already four and so big.”

“Grandpa and grandma,” little Morven bowed his head while not letting go of Madeline, and it had her chuckle.

“How are you doing, Lady Madeline?” came the question from someone while her parents spoke and pampered her son. Looking to her right, she saw it was the Archangels who had arrived at the door. It was Michael who had spoken to her.

She had hoped for him to come, and it was something she had been wishing for, knowing how Michael didn’t spend his time with the mortals like Raphael or Gabriel. As it was Morven’s birthday, she wanted everyone to be here, to celebrate together.

“I am doing well, Michael. Thank you for coming,” she offered him a bow, and he returned it to her.

“Everyone was going to be here and I wanted to meet the boy,” replied Michael. “It looks like he is only a vampire now.”

“That is right,” said Calhoun, walking to come and stand next to Madeline. “So far Morven hasn’t shown any demon or angelic abilities.”

Some of the eyes fell on small Morven, who Madeline’s mother was closely hugging. It was obvious that everyone adored the boy, and they loved him very much.

Calhoun continued to say, “I got my demon abilities after I turned eight years old. He too might get it late.”

“He is going to turn out to be a wonderful demon,” chimed Monique, who held the wine glass in her hand. “It will be quite a sight to see him being surrounded by demons and angels,” she pointed out.

And while everyone was talking about the boy, Morven had stepped out of the room again. The boy loved to wander around. Noticing her son’s disappearance, Madeline said to Calhoun, “Let me go bring him back and also see where Lucy and Theodore are.”

Stepping out of the dining room, she looked around for her son. Walking through the corridors, she finally came to see her son, who stood in the inner side of the garden. “What are you doing there, Morven?” she asked him. Holding the front of her sunny coloured gown, she stepped into the garden where Morven was.

“I finally found it, mama,” said the little boy.

“What is it?” she asked, showing interest and kneeling to level herself to his height. It appeared that he had caught sight of a blue butterfly that was currently sitting on a plant. “It is a butterfly.”

It was good to see that Morven was interested in the little things. When she saw him move closer, moving both his hands as if he was about to catch or squish it in his hands, she placed her hand on his.

“Let it come to you, my dear,” Madeline whispered to her son.

“But what if it flies away?” Morven asked, turning his bright eyes to meet his mother’s gaze.

“With so many flowers in the castle, I am sure the butterfly is here to stay. And if it isn’t, you wait for the next one to come,” she replied to him.

“I am not going to harm it. I only wanted to hold it,” came the small boy’s voice.

Madeline smiled at her son’s words, “Here, let me show you a trick.” She slowly moved her hand to where the butterfly was, waiting for it, and the butterfly came to sit on the palm of her hand. “Life is about being patient, my son. Sometimes you need to wait for a long time, and sometimes for a shorter time, but if you wait, you will be rewarded. Here, why don’t you try holding it. Bring your hand closer.”

She let the butterfly pass to her son’s small hand, and seeing this, Morven turned excited. “It has so many colours, mama,” he spoke in an excited tone.

Madeline looked around the garden, using her magic to bring the nearby butterflies to come and greet her son by having them fly around. Seeing Morven’s face light up, it had her continuously smiling.

“Oh my! I was wondering where all the butterflies came from!” exclaimed Lucy with a chuckle in the end. The vampiress stood in the corridor, with her hands placed on her stomach that had grown big.

“How are you doing now, Lucy?” asked Madeline, letting her son play with the butterflies, while she got back inside to come and stand where Lucy was. She had heard Lucy not being well this morning and that she had been in bed.

“Still nauseous. Even though this is the second time, it doesn’t make me feel better, except knowing it is going to be only a month more before the baby comes,” said Lucy, looking down at her baby bump and gently running her hand over it as if to soothe the baby.

“Mama said she made some tea for you so that it can help in easing your body,” responded Madeline.

“That is very kind of Mrs. Harris,” replied Lucy. Even though she didn’t have a mother, not that she had when her mother was alive, she was grateful to have Aunt Monique and Mrs. Harris, who told her what to drink and eat. Not to forget, she had Theodore as her constant backbone, which made it less difficult. Madeline and her brother were there to look after her as well.

With the school that she had dreamed about established in the mansion, Lucy and Theodore had moved back into the castle, while Lady Monique had taken over the school.

Not soon enough, Theodore came walking from the other side of the corridor whilst he held his and Lucy’s one-year-old girl, Lillie, close to his c.h.e.s.t in his arms.

Over the last four years, it wasn’t just Morven who had grown, but many things had changed. Lucy and Theodore had their child, and they were expecting the second child soon. From what Madeline had heard from Beth, Lucy was going to have one more daughter. The Hawthrone and Hosteler’s family was growing together, and it was good to be part of it.

“Are we late for the celebration?” asked Theodore, and Madeline shook her head with a smile.