Both boys.
Angus and Fergus.
They were borderline hooligans and drove their mother crazy (no, I will not admit to accepting Angus’s dare to skateboard through the great hall (but between you and me, I did)).
Even so, she adored them beyond reason.
As did we all.
Chassie and Christian married in the gardens.
Of course.
It was also small, intimate and very casual.
Surprising me, and making me melt into uncontrollable sobs, she asked if I’d accompany Battle when he walked her down the aisle.
Naturally, I agreed.
They started their married life in the gamekeeper’s cottage, and I understood that.
Even if the house was huge, they wanted a little bit of privacy.
Then again, not many girls, after their first time with the man they were falling in love with, had their entire families invade her bedroom the very next morning.
So I could see privacy was a thing for those two.
Once they started having babies, however, they moved to the big house.
They had five children.
Two boys, Alder and Rowan.
And three girls, Briar, Flora and Juniper.
Once Christian earned his PhD, the two of them started a niche gardening business where they took clients who were having issues with their gardens. Bugs, disease, irrigation, whatever, Christian would go in and diagnosis it, and Chassie would help him irradicate it, replant (or fully redesign) and get the garden flourishing again.
In no time, they were all over the UK, rehabilitating gardens.
A bit of time after that, they were all over the continent doing the same thing.
They loved living, working and parenting together.
And since the night of Midnight Mayhem, they never spent a night apart.
Not once.
Prue, Chassie and I continued our cooking classes (it won’t surprise you, Tempie never joined).
Once Prue got breakfast down, she stopped coming.
But Chassie and I kept it up until she had a good month’s worth of recipes she could make (her shepherd’s pie was to die for!).
And she made them often, cooking for her guy.
Then, when they were at the big house, helping me with Sunday lunch.
Before all of that happened, while I was writing my book in the studio and Battle worked in his study, Prue and Chassie took off one day, returning to Glastonbury.
