Alexander slipped into a golden robe while studying himself in the mirror. The years had gone yet it fascinated him how young they both looked with Isadora. Some people said he was touched by the gods but Alexander knew it had to do with the fact about The One.
He couldn't remember the last time he had wielded a sword. Lost in his thoughts, he felt Isadora circle her arms around his waist. He craned his neck with a smile that reached his eyes.
"Are you worried?" She asked.
"No!" His voice was a curt reply. "But when you hold me like that, I feel like making love with you all over again." He couldn't see her face but he knew she had blushed; his shy wife.
"Don't talk of such things when the children are here," she whispered, biting his right ear. Alexander looked at Raph who was staring at his baby sister from the morning. The little boy was obsessed by the babe.
