Engaged and Underaged

Round Three

2008-06-18T17:48:00.000-07:00

I've been a naughty girl... I decided to change skintones after becoming fixated by Enayla's Pixie series. I used them for a good while after this before discovering my current choice.

Wedding Bells

It wasn't hard to get Joe to forsake his coffin for one day. Now we finish getting ready in our room, while I struggle to fight the unpleasant feeling in my stomach that threatens to start a wave of nausea.
"Damn, is that butterflies or pigeons I can hear down there?!" Joe quips.

"I can't help it," I confess, "It's not just the wedding either..."
His smile softens. "I know," he replies, "Just try to focus on what you're here for, huh?"
"I never heard anything back..."
Tap tap tap.
We both look towards the door, and it's Joe who answers. For a moment I watch bewildered as this green man with leafy hair comes in, but something about him looks familiar, to say nothing of the way Joe greets him.

"You look wonderful Evan," he smiles.
At first I frown. "Who are you?" I ask quizzically.
Joe and he exchange looks before the half-alien speaks.
"Evan, this is Mu... your Dad."
I freeze. My heart jumps into my throat and a hand covers my mouth in shock. No longer caring what he looks like - nothing would surprise me anymore! - as he approaches with tears welling at his eyes, I practically collapse into his waiting arms, tears of my own streaming down my cheeks.

When we eventually break away, I have all sorts of questions running through my mind, but the most important one for now is...
"How did you get like that?"
He smiles dryly in reply. "Be careful when you're out gardening," he replies, "Some plant life have a mind of their own."
I frown at the riddle he gives, but can only let him dry my face as he explains he'd been going to therapy of some kind - all I can make of it is, it helps werewolves get their old selves back, after a fashion anyway. He's still a clown and hyper-active, but he's got his tenderness back... and it shows. All of a sudden, how well the rest of the wedding goes doesn't matter anymore; the worst of it's over for me.

Although it doesn't help when your soon-to-be father in-law messes up. As my bridal party gathers in the bar and I say hello to my two nephews, Joe comes back looking slightly irked.
"Marco's been a right pillock," he curses, "There's barely room for your own guests out there. You'll have to wait your turn I'm afraid."
Trivial by comparison, but enough to bring me back to Earth.

"D'oh!" I curse to myself, although I quickly calm my irate thoughts. Still, with our wedding now delayed there's nothing else for it but to sit at the bar for a while.
"What're you having?" Joe asks, "Or is that a silly question?"
I smile up at him. "It's a silly question," I reply dryly, and let him order as we get joined by Dad, and Chris and Andy, Joe's twins.
"I'll have one too please," Chris chips in.
Joe scowls as his head turns sharply in his direction. "You won't you know!" he pointedly replies, "You're not a vampire anymore, remember that."
He merely shrugs, but I run a hand along his brow in concern, frowning at its clammy touch.
"Are you alright?" I ask, "You don't look so good."
"Yeah, I'm fine," comes his reply, but I'm not convinced. Strangely Andy seems to not be much better.
"We've already told them to go to the doctor," Joe muses, "It's been going on too long."
"Okay, okay," Andy replies as he fights a feeling of nausea.

After playing catch-up with Dad, or rather starting to since it's been several years since we last spoke, the sounds of the first wedding filter through the doors, picked up by not only my heightened hearing, but his.
"Do you want to watch?" he asks.
I look towards the door, then back at him.
"Go on," he coaxes, "She's your Mum after all."
Smiling, I get down from my seat and invite any others along as I go.
On seeing Mum I can't contain my giggles; I just knew she'd find a loophole. I make a mental note to not accept wedding invites in the future as I find myself reaching for my pocket, before a tissue appears in front of my face. Smiling knowingly I take it from its green owner, but as I look up to thank Joe I notice him using another.
"I hope you've brought enough," I mutter to him, "There's ours to go yet."

The time comes eventually, but Marco's in an ultra-silly mood and keeps messing about. Mum's being just as bad too, and I have to call out to them that it's meant to be a double wedding. In other words move off the stage, it's our turn!

That's just how I feel now, as I wait for her to arrive - like a performer ready to hit the stage. The butterflies are back, but it's nowhere near as bad as the "pigeons" I'd felt earlier. Before long it's time, and my eyes widen at the sight of her as she approaches.
"You look amazing!" I whisper to her when she's within earshot.
"Thank you," she smiles, "You also."

I remember just in time that I'm supposed to start the vows. However, despite everything that's happened, with our "initial whirlwind" that I mentioned before, I'm a gentleman.
"Ladies first," I offer with a smile. The titters rising from the crowd is a bonus.

"I have been on this Earth for centuries," she begins, "Yet never have I met such a gentle, affectionate, kind youth such as yourself... You ask so little yet give so much... and it is my solemn vow, to give what it is you need, to be a good wife and mother, to protect in times of need, and to stay true to you."
I clutch her hand with trembling fingers as I look into her eyes.
"You've already been giving me what I need," I tell her, "at a time when I felt no one else would, even if it turned out to not be true... you were there when I thought no one would listen or understand, you never judged... I needed someone my age to confide in, and you've been my rock for years... I can only promise in return to be faithful, to be a good father to our kids, to look out for you..." A thought then occurs to me, and I add an afterthought. "Oh, and one thing I'll promise not just to you but to me and everyone else - to keep away from black wolves with glowing yellow eyes!"
Sore point maybe, but people laughed. Even Dad did, which is just as well as I need to keep my mood high - all this talk of my past was starting to bring me down again. Needless to say though, I need no prompting to kiss the bride.

With the heavy stuff out of the way it's time for photos. The cameraman makes it clear that only the "more special" family members join us for the picture; after the fun he had with Mum and Marco's lot I don't blame him. I do however eye the others among my guests apologetically.
"Sorry guys," I tell them as the select group assemble, "but too many more and the poor guy would need to shoehorn us into the frame."
"Tell me about it," he grumbles, "And behave this time, okay?"
"Alright," Marco relents, muttering "Spoilsport" under his breath.
Mum and he chose white for their theme, and got our poor son Leo to dress accordingly - he spent the whole of yesterday moaning about it! Emily's Mum Nadia got asked to stand behind her next to Dad and Joe went next to me. As we're getting ready to pose though, my eye catches his sons - far from identical twins, Andy looks more like his Dad including the skin colour.
"Come on you two!" I call across, beckoning with a flick of my head, "He said special didn't he?!"

After the flash nearly blinds us the crowd starts to disperse, although all too soon Marco is up to his old tricks. Joe seems very subdued and slopes off back to the restaurant area and bar, and on watching him go I excuse myself to follow, finding him sat at the bar with a large glass of red wine.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
He smiles briefly in his reply. "I'm starting to miss the effects of alcohol," he says softly.
I stare at him in disbelief as he takes the last gulps of his drink before setting down his glass. Of all the people turning to alcohol to drown their sorrows, I never in a million years imagined Joe would be wishing he was one of them.
"You're not serious are you?" I utter in my shock.
He merely shrugs in reply as a green finger runs along the rim of the glass.
"Come on, what would it solve? And anyway, weren't you always saying that about others?"
"I know, I know," he mumbles in reply.
I move closer and lay a hand on his arm. "Weren't you always telling me it's better to talk?" I hint.
He smiles sadly, before shaking his head. "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this," he says, "It's been one thing after another, with no sign of letting up..."
"What's wrong?"
I frown as he looks cautiously about himself before looking back at me. "Guard this with your life, okay?"
"Of course," I reassure him, at which point he leans forward, his head closing in on mine before whispering something in my ear.
My jaw drops. I pull away from him, staring at him aghast.
"That's pretty much what I nearly said," he remarks dryly.
"But how...?"
"I only found out it was possible from talking to Dad earlier," he says, "but just watching them these past two or so months, it's all too familiar. I've seen it with your Mum, I've seen it with Gina, now I'm seeing it with them."
Gina is what he calls his wife, but her real name's Giana. His Dad is the now retired alien who put him in my Dad's belly, along with his twin sister.
"Do they know?" I ask him.
"I haven't had a chance to tell them yet," he says, "I will though, I'll make sure of that."
We then get told the meal's finished. As I approach the cake I slap his shoulder before saying to him "Just remember, if you need to talk... you know?"
"Thanks," comes the soft reply as he briefly lays a hand on mine.

Now I really do need a lift. Too much is happening at once; any more heavy talk and I'll go mad. I smile to myself as I cut the cake which looks good, and I start to wish I could enjoy the true taste of it.
"Now then," I remark as I work, "You have to ask yourself one thing; do I feel lucky?" Turning to her with the plate, she can probably spot the glint in my eye a mile away.

After she's wiped the rest of the cake from her face, I hear Marco not far away, saying something about there not being a dance floor.
"You can't be serious?" I remark to myself as he takes Mum outside.
"Marco, wait!" Andy calls after him, but they've already left.
"What're they doing, dancing alone outside?" I ask as we approach, peering out the window.
"I thought you vampires had good vision?!" the green lad retorts.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I counter, but all he does in reply is grab my arm and lead us away, his other hand firmly gripping his brother's.
He leads us past the now puzzled couple on the bridge, and back to the spot where we married.
"Hold tight!" he grins before moving off, still holding Chris's hand. On following his gaze and looking about me, I suddenly burst out laughing.
"Marco, you berk!" I exclaim as I turn to the now nearby couple, before pointing downwards, "This is the dance floor! We've even got a pianist..." So saying I thumb in the direction Andy left with Chris.

Not stopping to watch Marco's cheeks turn as red as his eyes, I turn to my new wife.
"Shall we?" I offer, holding out a hand.

"You know," I say to her as I dance, "despite all the pain, I wouldn't change a thing. If Dad hadn't got bitten by that dog and become such an a***hole I would never have had a reason to sneak out at night... I'd never have met you, I wouldn't have these lovely kids... and I'm sure I wouldn't be the person I am now."
"Eternity is too long for regret," she smiles in reply, "Time to leave all that behind and look forward."
"Yeah, you're right," I tell her as I stroke her cheek, "I just wanted to say thanks, for everything."
"And thank you also," she says.
"What for?"
"For being you," she says just before we kiss.

Special Task

2008-06-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

Wedding Invitation

With Mum getting married in the not-too-distant future, hers and Marco's (her fiancé) reaction when we finally told them of our engagement was only to invite us to join them. I have to say, after everything that's passed they seem to be taking our relationship the most seriously, although him reading my mind had a lot to do with it, so he knew from the start we were for real. Sadly though, not everyone is as easy to convince, and as I sit at the desk poring over a letter I'm trying to write, nothing could further remind me of that than thoughts of who this letter is addressed to - this has to be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

Time passes, and eventually I finish, tears trickling down my cheeks as my eyes scan the writing one final time before I seal that and the enclosed into the waiting envelope.

Hi Dad,

I'll be truthful; this feels so strange writing this now, after all this time. Even while you still acknowledged me as one of your sons, I felt as though the real you had died... and I told you that too, during that same phone call you divorced yourself from me. And what was my crime? The same thing your darling daughter Jeanette did? You still talk to her don't you... or do you? I don't know what to think any more.

Still, I'm getting off the point. You may well ask why I'm writing now, after what, five, six years? What with me being a vampire and you a werewolf, I guess it's easy for both of us to lose all sense of time. Yes, I'm still out drinking blood every night, still looking and acting sixteen even though my twin sister's working her way through Uni. And believe it or not, that doesn't hinder our childcare abilities one bit - the triplets are doing just fine. In fact the fun and games I've had has taught me to be a good father to them, to make sure they don't do what I did.

The reason I'm writing is to tell you just how much of a fad this relationship with Emily is; we're getting married. Mum and Marco already know - in fact they invited us to join them for a double wedding. They even gave me some blank invites so we can invite our friends. ... I enclosed yours too. Clipped a photo of us to it as well, what you do with it is up to you.

You may well turn it down just because it's Mum's wedding too, and for that I wouldn't blame you. If that's the only reason I'll understand, but I'm inviting you to my part of the wedding, in a last ditch attempt to patch things up. So much has happened over the years, I've seen so much since. Life really is too short for all this crap, especially with what happened to Gino - I don't know if you ever heard about that, but he nearly died. We almost lost another member of our family too, by his own hands no less. I can't just sit by any more knowing that my own father can't even talk to me for something comparatively petty. I could have turned out a lot worse, you know that.

Please reply, even if it's to say you can't make the wedding. I just want to know I have a father; right now the void in my life is growing bigger every day, and it hurts.

Bye for now,

Evan xxx

Enc.

P.S: We did make sure the moon isn't out that night - not taking any chances I got a chart, I wouldn't risk inviting you otherwise.

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Round Two

2008-06-18T17:11:00.000-07:00

Family Planning

If ever there was a time to be grateful for Mum's offer, it's now. With most of the weight taken off our shoulders regarding wedding plans, all we have to worry about is who'll make up our bridal party and planning our guest list.

Well, not quite all...

Emily gets homesick, and as we scour the web pages for clothing we're to be disappointed, at least for her birth-era.

Still, the one after that offers an abundance of outfits, and her eyes light up.
"Perfect!" she exclaims.
"Whoa whoa, hold your horses a minute," I remind her, "Better make sure it's okay with his Lordship first, since he's the one with all the bright ideas." So saying I rise from the seat, letting Emily take over and gaze longingly at the gowns on display as I walk into the landing and pull out my phone.
"Hellooo," I greet him chirpily, "How goes the wedding plans?"
"Oh, very well thanks," he replies, "Found the perfect place! I'll email you a picture."
"Oh, great!" I smile, before getting down to business. "How much do you want us to blend into whatever theme you've got in mind?"
"Well, it's your wedding as much as ours," he says, "Bearing in mind it's winter, so long as you keep to those kind of colours you'll be fine."
"Colours...?" I echo, not sure what he means. I've never taken much notice of winter colours.
"Think Union Jack," he tells me, before his tone becomes stern, "Oh, and I'll tell you what I told your Mum; no black nail paint, okay?"
"Aww!" I moan, before studying my nails. I've grown attached to the colour garnishing my hands.

"I mean it," he says, "You can do without for one day, surely."
"Oh alright," I grumble, before the conversation ends and my eyes begin to sparkle with glee, already finding a loophole.
"Oh Emiliiiie," I grin as I make my way back to the study, only for her to materialise in front of me, literally from nowhere. "Show-off!" I bite playfully as I cross my arms.
"What is it?" she asks, ignoring my last comment. Already slipping into the theme, I put on a somewhat regal air as I reply.
"I come bearing good news m'lady," I grin as I put on a posh accent, triggering a few giggles as I continue, "We may wear whatever attire we wish for the occasion, so long as the colours are appropriate."
"Wonderful!" she beams in reply, before I drop out of my act as I continue.
"There is some bad news though... well, there's good news and bad news."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, the bad news is, no black nail paint - he was very clear on that."
"Oh, pity," she muses as she also studies her nails. She then looks back at me, probably hearing my mind ticking away. "So what is this good news?"
"No black nail paint," I reply as the glint returns to my eye.
She promptly bursts out laughing. "You are terrible!" she chides, and I giggle in reply as I keenly nod my head.

"So what of these colours?" she asks.
"Red, white or blue he says," I reply, but as we eye each other with smiles slowly spreading across our faces, we both know what we'll be going for just as the words drift from my lips, and race for the study.
"Oh!" I remark as I remember Marco's words, "Wonder if he's sent that email yet?"
"Email?" she asks.
"Yeah, he said he'd email me a picture of the wedding spot," I tell her as I check, and sure enough there's a message from him waiting in my inbox. I open it eagerly, and as my eyes scan the words and find the picture my jaw drops in awe.

Hello Trouble! Well here it is in all its glory; it's known as the Wedding Palace. Easy to see why, eh?

It's even got rooms on site, so I was thinking; you know how the brides and grooms always stay in seperate rooms the night before? If you don't mind sleeping in a normal bed just this once, we can book our rooms there and get ready for it during the day. You'd have to convince Joe to share a room with you though since he'll have the same problem, but I'm sure he'll oblige. Have fun planning the rest - can't wait to see how you'll all look! Ciao, Marco

"Wow!!" I exclaim as I call Emily over excitedly, "Look where we're getting married!"
"My word!" she breathes, before I slap a hand against my forehead.
"D'oh!" I curse to myself, "Wedding clothes!"

Before I go on, you may well ask how we can afford such elaborate outfits. Well, when we first started out on our own we were flat broke. After the shock of getting three babies instead of the one we realised we had to start selling items just to pay for the extra cots we'd need, and to make matters worse our coffins had to be moved outside... not much good when you've got babies screaming during the day. As it turns out, the rest of my family (which now is huge!) have been doing very well for themselves, and on hearing of our situation they all rallied together and bought something I didn't dare dream of - the house we now live in. They even left some surplus in the bank that we could fall back on in emergencies, although determined to not rely on anyone more heavily than we already had I began writing with a passion, and have been steadily adding to that nice little nest-egg they left us. Lucky? Incredibly, but I know better than to take it for granted after all that's happened.

As Marco so kindly acknowledged, I'd decided on my best man the minute I knew I'd be getting married. After telling him what we had in mind for the wedding, the first thing we heard back from him was that he'd taken a trip to the local bridal shop, and sent us a picture of him trying it on at the location in question, presumably to whet our appetites. If that was the idea, it's worked!

Joe is one of my half-brothers, the last of Dad's accidents with the telescope while out stargazing. He's such a lovely guy too, and he's been so supportive of me I couldn't not ask him.

For bridesmaids, I decided to sweet-talk two of Marco's youngest sisters since we knew each other from school - this is Louise and Gwen:

Another I asked is my twin sister Amy. Quite an age difference considering we were born at the same time, but that's eternal youth for you:

Bridal parties in England are pretty small. Best men? Plural? One will do thanks. We still need a ring bearer and flower girl, and the first place I looked was under our own roof. I was torn between the two boys at first, until Mum decided she wanted to borrow Leo to fill her vacancy - the reason she gave was that she'd spent more time with him when he was younger, which is true enough. Meet our other two treasures, Luca and Joanne:

These two are who we'll be sharing our wedding with! It's so true that age doesn't matter, especially when you're a vampire - he in particular acts like a twelve year old sometimes, I swear... Mum's not much better either! Must be where I get it from...

A few days later our outfits arrive, and determined to keep them a surprise (we ordered them seperately) we try them on at different times. Emily goes first:

I don't know what to make of mine. Emily thinks the outfits look charming, I think I look like a ponce.

I draw the line at curling my hair though, I've already told her I'll just tie it back. She seems happy enough with that, thankfully! I don't know what I'll look like on the day but hey, it's only the once. Plus it's different, and that's a tradition my family's always been proud of. Marco's more of a traditionalist, but no doubt Mum will find some way to stand out, just as I hope we will.

Round One

2008-06-18T16:57:00.000-07:00

Part One - Questions questions...

Evan: Another day, another early disturbance in the form of a rapping on the lid of my coffin at gone three in the afternoon.
"Is it that time already?" I check as I sit up.
"Uh-huh," comes the reply as our daughter Joanne hands me a letter, "This came for you."
"Thanks," I reply, frowning in puzzlement as I eye the address on the front. I look back up about to ask how school went but she's disappeared - typical. Smiling to myself, I decide instead to knock on Emily's coffin.
Emily: Oh for heaven's sake... huh? What is this?
"Sorry to disturb you sweetheart, but this is for both of us," I tell her, indicating the letter in my hands.
I do not understand a word of this. I was born in medieval times - we had none of this then. When we wanted to wed we did so, no matter what age we were. Thankfully Evan seems to understand this better; I tell him I will trust him to handle this absurd matter and return to my slumber.

Wow, you guys really like to dig! Oh alright, I'll play along - good job this isn't just a tick-box affair:

Have you had “sexual” relations? I wasn't going to go into that, but since you asked; yes we have. That was the initial whirlwind I mentioned, but as you may notice it wasn't a casual fling by any means... thankfully.
Are you going to have kids during this marriage? We already have kids. Will we want more? Maybe... we got thrown into the deep end with triplets, I think we'd be better off waiting till they've grown a little older first.

What differences will marriage bring to your life? The big difference I'm hoping for will be to finally knock some sense into that father of mine that we're serious. He's already disowned me for getting Emily pregnant, so I'm not holding my breath but still, it'd be nice. The rest of my family, and Emily's, will hopefully be easier to convince that this is real and we deserve recognition as a couple as much as the next people.

Are you being pushed into marriage? Hell no, that would cause more harm than good. People did try, especially Emily's Mum since they're both from the Dark Ages (literally), but thankfully I managed to convince her that forced marriage does no one any favours.

Part Two - Happy Memories

That's that done, let's have a read of the letter... what? Take care of a group of babies for a full day? ... Day?? Right, where's the phone number... I'll give you day, what're you trying to do, orphan our kids?!

That's that done, I'm off to bed. I'll update Emily when we wake up this evening.

"We have to what?!" I exclaim, "Do they not know we already have children?"
I sigh in resignation as I fold my arms. "They do now," I tell her, "As it was I had to remind them we're both vampires. They said they'll arrange something else."
Speak of the devil, there goes my phone... Joe?!
"We just got a call," he explains, "I understand you have to look after a group of babies for a... well, supposed to be day, but obviously that's out of the question."
Joe's one of my half-alien half-brothers. He explains that his circle of friends means we're able to bring the nursery home for a night and look after five babies; two sets of half-alien twins and Vicky, my newest half-sister! I like the sound of this already. The other guy I phoned earlier said we can hire out some equipment for the task too. We're gonna have to do some re-arranging though...
"Why are you moving my bed??" Joanne squeals.
"It's only for tonight, promise," I tell her as I finish explaining. Understandably she goes into a huff and goes to play with her toys. I still can't understand why, despite already being parents, we're being asked to do this - I could understand if we weren't but come on...! Oh well, it means we'll wing it at least.

I felt rather strange at the first mention of alien babies, beginning to wonder if they needed any special attention, but on talking to the "mothers" it would seem that is not the case. Although on hearing of Evan's family I was expecting them to be green, yet they aren't... and all five of them are adorable!
"Hey there little sis!" I grin as I reach down to hold her. Mum's genes work well with Marco's, she's beautiful!

"Oh okay, you wanna play? There you go..."
"Here, look what we have for you!"

Hey, where's Alaina going? Oh, she's found Joanne... Well well well, what's this I see?

"Not so grouchy now are we?" I remark with a sarcastic smile.
"She's so cute!" she giggles in reply.
"Try the whole package one day, then tell me that," I wink as I tell her dryly, before I get pulled in another direction. I swear those white guys Erik and Aiden are identical - I can't tell them apart! One of them tugs at my trouser leg, but after giving him a cuddle he starts pointing frantically at one of the potties.
"Ah, bathroom break huh?" I smile as I take him over, being joined by Emily in the process with Bianca. "There you go, now let's see how your friends are doing."

This all brings back many fond memories of when our three were this young. I cannot get over how well-behaved they all are; how much of that is down to upbringing and how much to being kept occupied I cannot tell, but in any instance I will miss them when they have left. I shan't miss this however...

In the meantime we have our own blood to take care of. After spending some time with them, and ensuring they are happy to wait for their meals, I go back upstairs to find Evan taking one of the babies to their chair, and feel a tug at my skirt. "Ah, I see. Mealtime, you say? Very well."
We quickly get into a routine of slipping them into their chairs, feeding them and going off to grab the next. Even grouchy Vicky is being good; maybe it's true that children can sense people who are kind-hearted and get on well with them - not to blow my own trumpet but this is definitely how I take after Dad the most, before he changed anyway.

"Dad!!"
After being satisfied that Emily can finish the feeding duties, I turn to find Leo - one of our sons - staring up at me. I like how he's volunteered me for whatever it is he wants.
"What's up?"
"Can we have some now?" he wails, "I'm starving!"
I cross my arms as I gaze knowingly down at him. "What do you say?" I prompt him without budging. This guy needs some serious lessons in manners; this is just a taster of what he's been like.
"Please," he relents.
"That's better," I smile as I head for the kitchen.
As you can see, being a vampire has no impact on my cooking skills; I'm used to the smell of normal food by now.

And as the parents come for their kids at six in the morning, we both have big smiles on our faces as we tell them they were no problem whatsoever. Well, apart from stopping us interacting with our own kids to a degree, but we got round that by taking it in turns to chat or whatever with them. In fact I'd gladly do it again if we had to, and to boot I have a big "I told you so" for the powers that be.
That was over too soon. Despite the inconvenience of having to re-arrange the bedrooms, I truly enjoyed the experience, and these children were a pleasure to entertain. In fact, if I had ever wished for more children at a later time, I certainly do now.

Application Round

2008-06-18T16:50:00.000-07:00

Names of Couple: Evan Turilli and Emily Sedoni
Ages: Erm... last time we checked, I was sixteen and she was seventeen. That was a good few, or rather many years ago though...
How long have you known your partner? Oh wow. Well, our kids are about five or six by now, so... yeah, must be that long then. It's easy to lose track...
Describe your partner and yourself. We can both be silly when we want to be. She's something of a neat-freak, I'm very creative and earn my keep writing articles, but I'm working towards bigger things.
What’s your relationship like? Very happy, still going along smoothly, although it gets frustrating sometimes when we can't get a moment alone, whether it's because I'm writing or one of our triplets want attention... serves me right I guess, but I wouldn't change a thing.
Why do you want to get married now? Well it's not like we've rushed into the decision. We've been together for a hell of a long time (despite the initial whirlwind, but I won't go into that), and we're not getting any older. We still love each other very much, and I thought it about time we made it official.

So this is us:

Yes, we're vampires... now you see the problem!

Ah, a moment alone together... aw no!