It should have been like this epilogue

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💔 It Should Have Been Like This 💔

👩‍💻 Epilogue: the beginning of a new story 👩‍💻

She couldn’t believe it had been five years since she found her happiness, four years since she sealed it permanently with a ring. To think of all the troubles and battle they both went through, all the pains they went through. Her scars was no longer painful to look at because now it reminded her of their journey together; their journey of love. She never imagined they would meet again but they did and now she had her happily ever after. Hopefully, it would remain that way.

For some reason, she knew her kids would go through their own journey but she hoped theirs wouldn’t be as painful and agonizing as hers and their father. She hoped love would find them. She hoped that love would give them happiness like it gave her. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

Her wh0le life since she said “I do” had been spent making sure her love never fade and their passion never dies. With every single day that went by, she was more convince that she would never be left for anyone else. He was his as she was hers, her soulmate.

Lavender rolled the little feetsy in her hand, staring down at the peacefully sleeping infant in her crib. Her little angel that was brought into the world only two days earlier. The baby came early which was not part of the plan. Her beloved was away in a meeting so he couldn’t be there for her like he vowed to be, which she knew would be hurting him for missing out on another birth. But she knew that the moment he held her in his arms, that pain would be long forgotten. Well, that’s if her five warriors let him get a moment with their precious little sister.

She flexed her tired shoulder and sighed. Since the baby was early and came at a time everyone was busy, no one but the nurses were there for her. She wasn’t complaining because she refused to let anyone care for her fragile baby. She would wait until her love ones arrive.

“Lavender!” Speak of the devil. He burst into the room, the doors flying open and banging on the wall. She knew he sped to the hospital from the airport. She quickly threw him a glare when the baby jerked. “Sorry,” he whispered. He approached the crib, as if walking on eggshells. He pulled her into a warm embrace first, k-ssed her forehead and left her to look at his baby.

Rominic knelt down, smiling with tears in his eyes as he observed his new heart candy. Just like the rest of his kids, the baby took his facial features and with the small strands of hair on her head, he knew she would have his color. He felt absolutely proud of himself. His hands itched to hold her, but he was afraid of waking her up. But as if sensing her father’s presence, she whimpered and kicked her legs, folding her hands into her chest.

“Quick, carry her before she wakes up,” Lavender said quickly. Rominic’s heart skipped for a second, startled on how to go about it. Seeing that he was having a stroke, Lavender lifted the child herself, diligently. She kicked her husband to stand up which he dazedly did. “Put out your arms,” she instructed. He did as told. Lavender gently placed the baby in his arms and smiled at the amazement on his face.

“She’s so soft and fragile, my baby,” Lavender chuckled at the fascination in his voice. She continued with her work, folding her baby’s clothes while he went to sit down to admire the baby. They already knew her name, carefully chosen by their older quins. That was what the quins loved most. Calling the baby what they chose.

The quins in question walked into the ward, chatting in a whisper because unlike their father, they remembered a baby was in there. Lavender paused and took her time to stare at her five children. They had grown so big in five years. All of them had something great going on for themselves at fourteen. Still wearing their father’s face and reeking of talent and dominance, they rocked their own world equally but never stopped loving each other. Lavender was more concern for her two oldest children, and the two youngest.

Zachary was too much of a lone wolf, only smiling and talking to his family and confiding solely on Serafina. Now Serafina was too c*cky and held herself up with such high esteem she feared that the man that would be able to weaken her has not been born yet. Serenity, gone was the shy, quiet and rainbow girl. Still polite but different from her soft-hearted angel. Maybe it was because of her life as a singer, maybe she just matured and decided to never be a gullible fool, or maybe it was because of what happened five years ago.

Zayne, gone was his talkative ways. Following in a similar footsteps as Zachary, he was quiet, had little friends, ate less and was nothing close to gullible. He was still innocent, but he never trust people. What happened in the past scarred them all, but she hoped they would find that special someone to erase the past. Time would tell.

“Dad, you are back,” they chorused quietly. Rominic nodded, eyes still on his baby.

“Rihanna is the cutest, isn’t she, Dad?” Serenity cooed with adoration. Rominic nodded in agreement but frowning because he didn’t like the name. He wanted to name her Skylar, and even though it was her middle name, he preferred it to be her first. Rihanna Skylar Verlice.

“I’m still calling her Skylar,” he murmured out. The children smiled. Like always, Zachary was already making his way to her to order her back to bed. She dropped the folded blouse and raised her hands in surrender. Zachary pointed at the bed with a stern look. She rolled her eyes and walked to the bed.

“Grandma called, she’s on her way,” Sera announced, looking down at the baby. Lavender smiled as she watched them all surround the child, Zachary folding the clothes. This is exactly how it should be, her, her husband and children. This is what should have happened from the very beginning. She had no idea what the future held for them, but she was sure she would fight until they find happiness just like she did.

The End.

Thanks for those who never stopped reading and kept commenting. I might not have replied to them for personal reasons, but just know I’m aware of most of the words commented. I’m grateful.

Expect to see you on my next journey. k-sses, my loves!

Yours truly, Kem-Bee 😉