The boy's chubby arms had escaped from the confine of the blanket, his fingers furling and unfurling against his tiny hands, like a starfish, Heinrich thought with a smile. He let out a small mewl, a note of protest as his head turned in the direction of the warmth of his father's arms, his eyes blinking open, squinting in the light. "Perfect," Heinrich murmured, cradling him closer, his finger stroking against his minuscule hand, his smile widening as his son gripped it tightly.
Perfect, he thought again, just as his brothers hand been, just as Manfred had been. His smile faded slightly, they would never know one another. One day, perhaps he would be able to tell Peter but this little boy would never know his family, one side of it entirely lost to him, almost as lost as Manfred was. He shook his head with a heavy sigh, it might feel like that in the future, but he would have to cling to the knowledge that this son was well and safe, just not in his arms, perhaps not even in his presence but he would be loved and well cared for. Felicity would see to that.
The door creaked open and he raised his head to see the Dorr's housekeeper step into the room, her shoulders relaxing and a small sigh of relief escaped her lips at the sight of the baby. "I didn't know where you had went...Sir," she told him, edging closer to them. "I should take him back."
The words that she should never have given him away in the first place – not to him, at least- hung in the air. Straightening, Heinrich pulled the blanket close around his son again, his eyes memorising every feature, every nuance of expression that crossed his face as he got to his feet and passed him carefully into the anxious woman's arms. "Mrs Dorr is well?" He asked, unable to stop the note of concern that crept into his tone. If she was not, then he would not allow his son into the Senator's hands.
"Yes," she replied curtly. Her gaze ran over the infant, checking him over as though he might be contaminated from the time he had spent in his presence.
"He is fine," Heinrich growled out. "He is not about to start pledging his allegiance to the Third Reich if that is what you are concerned about, and I do not remember you being quite so concerned when you handed him to me."
She looked up at him in alarm as she registered the edge in his voice. Delphine, that was her name he remembered suddenly. Her brown eyes widening as she swallowed heavily, considering her words. "It was most foolish of me to leave him with anyone, and I intend to correct that mistake by returning him to his parents immediately."
The words that he was with his father sat on Heinrich's tongue and he had forced himself to hold them back. Felicity would be anxious to have their son returned to her arms and he would not deny her that. Nonetheless his lips thinned as he gave a curt nod, waving his hand towards the door. Delphine scurried away and he was left in the empty nursery with empty arms.
Felicity settled back against her pillows, smiling as she watched James coo over her daughter, their daughter she corrected herself quickly. His face was alight with joy, he looked years younger as he stared down at her. "She is perfect," he murmured in wonder.
"She is." Shifting her position slightly, Felicity pursed her lips and gave a small frown. "Where is her brother?" She asked suddenly, craning her neck so she could look around the room.
James' smile faltered at that. "I gave him to Delphine," he recalled. "I needed air, I couldn't think when I thought you were unwell...that I was losing you."
"But, she was in here." Felicity's voice rose slightly as she jerked forward. "So where is he?"
She made to get out the bed and James moved to stop her. "Mrs Dorr," Dr Helman tutted disapprovingly, "You must stay where you are. I am sure that your son is just fine."
"Well then where is he?" She hissed as she continued to press forward, only pausing when the bedroom door opened and Delphine entered with a carefully wrapped, whimpering bundle in her arms. Sagging back, Felicity breathed out, "Oh thank God." She held out her arms, taking him carefully as her eyes greedily drank in his every feature. Her own features were glowing as she looked back at her husband. "They're both prefect."
James gave a nod, although his grin felt somewhat fixed onto his face. He couldn't help it but the more he looked into the tiny boy's tiny face the more he saw the Baron staring back at him. He could forget when he looked at her, but he couldn't with him. There was no hatred but neither was there any love, not that he could possibly tell Felicity that. He wanted to love him, wanted to feel the way he felt towards Phil and the little girl he currently held but there was nothing there. Thankfully he was saved from a response by Dr Helman telling them cheerfully, "A good looking pair, my sincerest congratulations to both of you. It is a very happy day indeed." He grabbed his bag and ducked his head to the pair of them. "Which I shall leave you both to enjoy."
"Thank you, and I'm sure before you go that Delphine will treat you to some tea," Felicity replied warmly.
"Of course I shall, and I did some baking earlier as well which you are more than welcome to sample."
They had just reached the door when Felicity looked up from the perfection that was her baby's features and asked, "Delphine, out of interest, where was he if not with yourself or Mr Dorr?"
Delphine shifted uncomfortably. "Excuse me, Madam? I'm not sure I understand your meaning."
"The baby, where was he?"
Her eyes dropped to the floor as she replied quietly, "I did not see another choice, Madam, I was needed in here, and the Baron was right there, he seemed concerned and almost eager to help so I...I..."
"Left the baby with him?" Felicity guessed, feeling her mounting panic and fear subsiding, instead replaced with one of relief that he had been allowed to spend at least a few moments alone with his son.
"I did. It won't happen again, I promise you that."
"It's fine, Delphine." Felicity gave her a reassuring smile. "It was a tense situation."
"Thank you, Madam," she breathed out on a sigh of relief, before all but fleeing from the room.
Settling her son carefully in one arm, Felicity reached out and patted her husband's hand. "You look as though you are a million miles away."
His gaze still slightly unfocussed he shook his head. "No, no I was just..." Just incredibly irritated that already that man was involving himself in his...in their family. That he had been the one to step in with a cool, calm head and protect what at that point would have been the only thing on Felicity's mind. "Thinking," he finally replied.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Felicity reached out and stroked her finger down her daughter's cheek. "He won't be involved," she assured him quietly. "He can't be, and he knows that."
"Does he? I wouldn't be so sure. If he gets desperate..."
"I'm confident that he won't take the risk, he wouldn't subject them to that life."
"I hope that you are right." Looking back down, he smiled as he remarked, "She looks like you."
Felicity tilted her head to one side. "Do you think so?"
"Absolutely." His smile grew. "I always wanted a little girl."
"If she is like me then it just means you'll have two stubborn females to deal with in a few years."
"I can live with that.."
"Hopefully, you will have him on your side at least."
James glanced down at the sleeping baby boy again, perturbed by the lack of feeling, by the indifference that sat like sludge in his veins. "Hopefully," he echoed.
Felicity thankfully did not notice his lack of enthusiasm, still too entranced by her children. "We never did agree on names."
"I still like Elizabeth," James told her. "It would be a nice tribute."
If James' mother hadn't despised the ground she had walked on, Felicity might have been more inclined to agree with that. But then James had been so good to even forgive her, to accept these children as his own, how could she tell him no? "I thought it would be better as a middle name," she hedged carefully.
He gave her a wry smile. "Perhaps you are right." He gave a small chuckle, "She almost looks too delicate to be an Elizabeth, she looks like a tiny doll."
James had a point, Felicity, with her cupid bow lips and fine features with her hand curled up at her cheek as she slept peacefully, she did look like the most perfect doll. "How about Charlotte?" She suggested suddenly. "She could be Lottie for short if we wanted."
"Charlotte Elizabeth Dorr," James stated, "it suits her. Our little Lottie." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, to which she gave a small snuffle in return.
"And I quite like Thomas for him. We did talk about it for Phillip and I've always liked it."
James gave her a benign smile. "Whatever you want." He looked at her before adding, "You could use Henry as a middle name, after your Father." He felt he had to make a suggestion, lest she alighted on his lack of interest.
"Yes." She rested her head against her husband's shoulder. "We've decided then?"
"Absolutely." He shifted, kissing her hair. "You should rest now."
"Soon, I just want to enjoy this moment a little while longer. Then I'll rest."
He swirled the liquid around his glass, if he were honest he was only contemplating drinking it. Oblivion seemed tempting, but if he sank into it then he would lose his wits, and his wits were the only thing keeping him sane. If he had his wits then he could at least try to think of a way to see his son again, to grab an opportunity if it were to present itself.
Heinrich slammed the glass back onto the desk with a heavy clunk. It was best to keep occupied he decided. Pulling the latest draft of plans for the island he scoured them relentlessly. His fingers tapped against his desk. When he had been giving the task of running the island it had been to bring the inhabitants into the German Empire, a stepping stone to England which they had expected to capture quickly. Instead they seemed further away than ever. Despite victory after victory the English hung on like tenacious dogs clinging desperately onto a trouser leg. A small smile curved her lips, if the rest of the English race were like Felicity then he was not surprised that they were still causing trouble. His smile faded, the longer the English held out, the worse life would become for those on the island. Already it was becoming a fortress, the plans laid out in black and white, authorised by the Fuhrer himself as he lost patience with his forces lack of advancement. Heinrich sucked in a breath between his teeth, at least he wasn't in the firing line for that failing. His job was the island and co-ordinating the attacks from it, attacks that were planned by their best tacticians and yet still continually failed.
Rolling up the plans he leaned back against his chair. It was a waste that this pleasant island be turned into a concrete monstrosity. Still, even he did not have the authority to quibble, no man did, not anymore. That confinement irritated him, he had wanted his country to recover from the first war in which they had lost so much but he did not want to trade one set of confinements for another. To be under the control of one man, whose every whim must be met no matter how many fatalities it resulted in.
He rubbed at his tired eyes. Perhaps it was a sign of his age, or perhaps just a sign of what he had lost that he viewed this war with so much distaste now. It was never about regaining what their country had lost but the lust for one man to build himself an empire. This war had cost him a son and a wife and now he would forever be on the outskirts of this new son's life.
A knock sounded at the door. "Enter," he called after a brief pause, pushing the documents to one side. Muller entered, closing the door carefully behind himself. "How can I help you, Muller?"
The man hesitated briefly before replying, "I have news that may be of some interest to you."
Heinrich straightened. "And what is this news?"
"I overheard a conversation in the kitchen and it would appear that more than one congratulation was in order." He gave a small smile. "Mrs Dorr safely delivered twins, a little girl was born shortly after we were introduced to your handsome son."
"Twins?" He echoed, a smile spreading across his face. A daughter, he had a daughter as well. He longed to get to his feet, to race up the stairs to see her, to hold her, to look at both his new children, to see if they looked alike, it took all his willpower to stay where he was. "That is very good news indeed, Muller. I take it all three are well?"
"From what I have heard, yes."
"Good." He waved his hand at the seat across from himself. "Come, share a drink with me."
"I would be honoured." Muller took his seat and took the quickly proffered glass. "Congratulations once again, Sir," he remarked as the glasses clinked together. "I hope it all works out for you."
Heinrich gave a small short. "We have a long road ahead of us."
"It will not be easy for you." He shrank back slightly at the sharp look he was given, adding quickly, "I only mean that I myself would find it difficult to simply stand to one side."
"It is as it must be," came the even reply even as he drained his glass in seconds.