"We're sorry," all three of them said in unison.
Francesca smiled, planting a soft kiss on Marcellus's cheek, then Cedric's, her palms gently cupping their faces, Marcellus on her right, Cedric on her left, a perfect, maternal picture of affection.
"I can't believe my two sons are getting married today." Francesca's eyes shimmered with a faint, proud smile. "I still can't believe how fast you've both grown. Soon… you'll both be fathers."
"Mother…" Marcellus hugged her tightly, while Cedric already had his face buried in the crook of her neck, his shoulders relaxed.
She glanced down at Javier, who was resting his head contentedly on her thigh, and smiled, patting his head softly. "You still have less than two years left. So until then, just let me pamper you like my little boy~"
"Ehehehe~ I don't mind, Mother~" Javier rubbed his face affectionately against her thigh.
