Ariadne sat in the lobby with the children. Cassandra had pulled one of the toys over and she and her brother sat on the floor in front of her, playing with it. It was a car and the two of them rolled it back and forth, occassionally running it up their mother's leg as though it were a road.
She smiled softly, trying not to seem concerned. Since discovering the twins'... differences... she'd been a little worried. Not that either child acted oddly. They were very empathic toward each other and other people, open, happy. So far, they'd had a very ordinary childhood. At least compared to her own.
(Here Ariadne paused to dwell on the strange circumstances of her younger days, brought to life as a preteen and raised by a psychologist.)
But there were the 'birthmarks', too. She hadn't known what to think of them. I mean, how do you miss such a thing on your own children?
She recalled when Cassandra had pounted to her brother's "butterfly"-- a little tribal-like design on his left ankle. Hers was on the right, a perfect mirror-image. What were the odds? Was it part of the serum-- the fertility serum? Were there other side-effects?
Helenus had placed the car in her lap. She felt the weight of his hand on it and looked down, meeting his eyes as he gazed up at her. It was such a surge of pleasure feeling his love of her and feeling him feel her love in return-- like an echo of the most perfect symphony lasting after it played. She'd loved Lex and felt his love for her... but he had never been able to share that.
Whatever is different about them, they are such loving children. 'Different' doesn't mean 'wrong.'
With that comforting thought, she began playing with the children.
Double Trouble
The place where our children can grow.
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