"Big brother!!" Ian heard as he entered the large and beautiful house he lived in with his brother and father. He groaned in annoyance and looked back down at his newly born daughter in his arms "remember the idiot of an uncle you have I was telling you about? this is him" he said, as if he just had a heavy and lengthy conversation. "big brother! where were you? first you dissappear months ago and know you do it again? nobody has seen you for two days!" he heard, and a crashing impact on his legs "god damn it Arthur! watch were you're going will you!?" he scolded, finding his balance once again and adjusting the nameless baby. The little blonde boy looked up at his older brother, curiousity peeking throw his large forest green eyes, the same eyes that Ian had. "Ian? what are you holding?" he asked as Ian sighed "my baby." he answered, kneeling next to young boy so he could see the infant in his arms. Arthur gasped in shock and covered his mouth "you conceived a child? are you mad?!" he exclaimed as Ian covered his mouth with his hand and hushed him "don't talk so loudly! do want the servants to hear?!" he asked, sending a warning to his brother through his eyes. "how are you going to tell father?" Arthur asked once Ian dropped his hand and raised an eyebrow "we'll pass that bridge when we get there" he answered as Arthur grew a worried expression.
Ian sat on a luxourious and comfortable chair and looked at the food on the table, eventually finding something that he hoped was cooled down porridge and took the spoon, bringing it to the infants lips who happily ate the food given to her as Arthur watched "are you going to keep her?" he asked as Ian nodded, feeding the baby girl more, cleaning off the leftover food from her chin "but, what about father? will he let you keep her?" he asked "keep who?" a deeper voice with the same scottish accent as Ian's asked as the two brothers turned to face the new person in the room. An older man who had the same green eyes and large eyebrows as they did, and the same blonde hair as Arthur's, infact Arthur looked just like they're father, and Ian took after his deceased mother. He raised an eyebrow and Arthur gulped in worry, turning his attention back to Ian who had a calm expression "why, pray tell, are you holding a child?" he asked "I helped conceive the child" Ian quickly answered, making his father surprised "you? but you're just a boy, no older then 18" he said as Ian grew a small smirk "and yet here we are my dear Father" he said a bit too cocky, making their father glare at him "and since I have created a child. I don't think I'm much of a 'boy' anymore" he added, turning his attention back his daughter and her meal of porridge "how do you know that the child is your's?" his father asked as Ian kept his attention on the infant "I know for a fact you haven't courted anyone as of late so you must've of been to a local whore and spent my well earned money on your own desires" he said as Ian inspected the infants eyes "since you asked, she has my eyes father. a deep green shade that screams nothing but innocents and admiration" he answered "and you shouldn't of given me the money in the first place. you know how lonely I can get on a very cold winters night father dear. especially when you take my beloved brother with you to your silly little dinner parties" he said turning his attention back to his disgusted father who sighed throw his nose "you're a spoiled brat" "you're an despicable old man" Arthur looked at his sibling and father as they glared at each other, for as long as the 10 year old could remember they have always hated each other, Ian said that it was because of himself. He said he looked too much like their mother, which made their father grow bitter to the eldest son, escpically when they moved down to England from Scotland. "What's its name?" he asked as Ian darkened his glare "I would respect it if you didn't call my precious daughter 'it'. And if you must know, I haven't decided yet, I have only just gotten back from her birth" he said, holding the know fully feed baby close to his chest in a protective manner, the poor and ragged blankets seemed out of style with his rich clothing "(N-Name)" Arthur quickly said, gaining the two other's attention "(Name)?" Ian asked as Arthur nodded his head "you said that mother used to read stories about a girl named (Name) before she died." Arthur explained "you mean to tell me that this abombantion is some sort of fairytale to you?" their father asked, disgust dripping from his voice "we have another member to our family father. so it must be a blessing" Arthur answered, cowering under his father's gaze "I like it" Ian said, as Arthur smiled lightly and peeked up at the infant "(Name). it suits her" he added, stroking the wisp of (colour) hair, being careful of the soft spot on the back of her head. A growl caught their attention "fine. it may stay along with you Ian. but I want nothing to do with you or your offspring" Ian glared at his rudeness and darkened accent "nor do I if thats how you feel about the situation." he said. "I believe your carriage is waiting, Mr Kirkland, to take you to your silly little bussiness" Ian said, spitting out the name he shared with his father and brother. "I expect to see those rags out of my manor when I get back, boy." Mr Kirkland replied, placing the top hat on his combed hair and leaving.