At the old and dangerous age of 54 my mother fell pregnant once again. Around that time my aunt Jolene, at the moment aged 45, coincidentally was also pregnant.
I won't deny the enormous worry I felt at the news, even if in front of them I simply smiled and took it without problem. It wasn't my place, to tell them they shouldn't carry on; if they hadn't wanted the children they would have taken care, at the very least, because both of them were headstrong women whose husbands respected them lots. Uncle Milo, just like father, was the homemaker of their househould, both of them defering onto their wives about the protection of their offspring and most of the important decissions.
And just like any other cousin and sibling I had before them, I received those two loving them already.
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Narcissa Rostand's Journal - The Rostand
FanfictionA little view of the daily life of the Rostand family through the eyes of their Head of Family Narcissa Rostand, spanning since her childhood and passing through her engagement, work life, motherhood and little manipulations as she recounts her life...
