Post by sylvie yvette rousseau on Feb 2, 2023 11:11:24 GMT -5
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July 2025
There was little in the world that Sylvie had found she loved more than warm, sunny afternoons at home with her family.
The heat and sunlight of early afternoon made for the best opportunity to take Raiden outside and let him run about the yard, to play with the neighbor kids for as long as he pleased, and the late afternoon storms that tended to pop up were the perfect excuse to bring the toddler inside for a nap before dinner. He had enough energy to power London, Sylvie was sure, and anything that allowed him to burn off some of that energy before naptime was a welcome opportunity his mothers would take full advantage of.
And, Sylvie's favorite part of all, it gave her and Caelia the chance to spend time together in the sun, usually nestled in the porch swing together and sipping tea or lemonade while watching Raiden play. There was nothing quite like wrapping her arms around the woman she loved and chatting while they watched Raiden play with the rambunctious tomcat that lived in the garden. When Caelia buried her face in Sylvie's neck to stifle a laugh as they watched Raiden play, Sylvie was in her favorite place in the world.
That afternoon was different than usual; since Sylvie had retired from performing and began teaching full-time at the ballet school, she was usually able to be home by midday, just in time to have lunch with Raiden and Caelia before they went outside to play before Caelia left for quidditch practice. That day, though, she had been called in unexpectedly to teach an afternoon class, so by the time Sylvie returned to the cottage she, Caelia, and Raiden called home, her lover and son were already outside for the afternoon.
"Maman!" The excitement in Raiden's voice and face when Sylvie stepped through the gate was palpable and brought a smile to Sylvie's own face. She knelt down to meet Raiden as he came tearing across the lawn, wrapping her arms around the toddler happily.
"Hi, sweetie," Sylvie whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Raiden's head before letting him go. Just like that, the boy was off again, returning to whatever he'd been playing with before his mother came home. It made Sylvie chuckle—how easy it was, for children to bounce between one thing and another.
Sylvie stopped inside to drop off her bag before continuing through the house, to the back porch where she knew Caelia would be. The sight of her love, nestled in the porch swing with a book propped on her knees, never ceased to make her smile. Sylvie greeted her with a kiss, soon settling into the seat beside Caelia. "I have a surprise for you!" Sylvie said in a sing-song little voice, pulling the small velvet box from her pocket. "Guess what the jeweler finally finished resizing."
It had been almost two months since Sylvie and Caelia had made their engagement official, and most of that time had been spent awaiting the return of Sylvie's grandmother's ring. Despite Sylvie's best hopes that the family ring would fit her love, the ring had proved a few sizes too big. The only jeweler Sylvie had trusted to fix the ring was all the way in Nice, an old family friend, and the package had been waiting for Sylvie when she'd arrived at the ballet studio that morning. It had been all she could do to keep the surprise from Caelia all morning, wanting nothing more than to go home immediately and show her fiance. Sylvie opened the box with a grin, eyes flickering down to look at the ring before returning to watch Caelia's reaction.
There was little in the world that Sylvie had found she loved more than warm, sunny afternoons at home with her family.
The heat and sunlight of early afternoon made for the best opportunity to take Raiden outside and let him run about the yard, to play with the neighbor kids for as long as he pleased, and the late afternoon storms that tended to pop up were the perfect excuse to bring the toddler inside for a nap before dinner. He had enough energy to power London, Sylvie was sure, and anything that allowed him to burn off some of that energy before naptime was a welcome opportunity his mothers would take full advantage of.
And, Sylvie's favorite part of all, it gave her and Caelia the chance to spend time together in the sun, usually nestled in the porch swing together and sipping tea or lemonade while watching Raiden play. There was nothing quite like wrapping her arms around the woman she loved and chatting while they watched Raiden play with the rambunctious tomcat that lived in the garden. When Caelia buried her face in Sylvie's neck to stifle a laugh as they watched Raiden play, Sylvie was in her favorite place in the world.
That afternoon was different than usual; since Sylvie had retired from performing and began teaching full-time at the ballet school, she was usually able to be home by midday, just in time to have lunch with Raiden and Caelia before they went outside to play before Caelia left for quidditch practice. That day, though, she had been called in unexpectedly to teach an afternoon class, so by the time Sylvie returned to the cottage she, Caelia, and Raiden called home, her lover and son were already outside for the afternoon.
"Maman!" The excitement in Raiden's voice and face when Sylvie stepped through the gate was palpable and brought a smile to Sylvie's own face. She knelt down to meet Raiden as he came tearing across the lawn, wrapping her arms around the toddler happily.
"Hi, sweetie," Sylvie whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Raiden's head before letting him go. Just like that, the boy was off again, returning to whatever he'd been playing with before his mother came home. It made Sylvie chuckle—how easy it was, for children to bounce between one thing and another.
Sylvie stopped inside to drop off her bag before continuing through the house, to the back porch where she knew Caelia would be. The sight of her love, nestled in the porch swing with a book propped on her knees, never ceased to make her smile. Sylvie greeted her with a kiss, soon settling into the seat beside Caelia. "I have a surprise for you!" Sylvie said in a sing-song little voice, pulling the small velvet box from her pocket. "Guess what the jeweler finally finished resizing."
It had been almost two months since Sylvie and Caelia had made their engagement official, and most of that time had been spent awaiting the return of Sylvie's grandmother's ring. Despite Sylvie's best hopes that the family ring would fit her love, the ring had proved a few sizes too big. The only jeweler Sylvie had trusted to fix the ring was all the way in Nice, an old family friend, and the package had been waiting for Sylvie when she'd arrived at the ballet studio that morning. It had been all she could do to keep the surprise from Caelia all morning, wanting nothing more than to go home immediately and show her fiance. Sylvie opened the box with a grin, eyes flickering down to look at the ring before returning to watch Caelia's reaction.
Sylvie Yvette
Rousseau★
Rousseau★
dandy ♫
