Epilogue
Third Person's POV;
Three years later...
"Are you kidding?" Damien asked, putting down Damon who had jumped on him the moment he stepped into the house and refused to be set down until they had arrived to meet his mother in the master bedroom.
"Carried you for nine months only for you to not just look exactly like your father but also be so attached to him." Ariana had muttered sourly when Damon wouldn't come to her nor Darian who was the more reserved kid.
The twins turned out to have more of their father's genes than hers, from the eyes to hair color, down to the nose and almost everything they did was like Damien. She found it more unfair cause they were identical. Now this was what led to the matter at hand.
"Irma..." He dragged out, tugging off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm not kidding. I found out today." She said, getting up from the bed as she flipped her hair to the back.
"How come?" He was in a maze of shock.
"How else do people get pregnant? Well, maybe I forgot to take the pills once and it happened." She shrugged, trying to hide how happy she was.
He squinted his eyes in suspicion. He knew she got pregnant on purpose.
"I thought we agreed on not having anymore kids.'' He reasoned.
"Hmm," she reluctantly hummed, proving that she did not exactly agree in the first place.
"I want a girl." She confessed.
"How are you sure we're not expecting another boy?" He shot back.
"I have a feeling it's a girl and if not, we keep trying." She grinned cheekily.
"Haha funny babe." He deadpanned.
"Come on babe, be happy. We're having another baby!" She squealed lowly, hoping he would catch on the excitement. This was not the reaction she was expecting.
"I'm worried. I don't want you going through another bout of excruciating pain." He aired his thoughts, failing to hide his utmost concern.
"It'll be easier this time." She asserted. She had been through the process so she knew how it worked.
"What about losing weight? Remember how you broke down severally while trying to get your body back?" He pointed out.
Yes, it was not an easy ride, trying to get her hourglass figure back but she got it in the end. That reason was not going to deter her.
In all honesty, Damien loved the fact that she had gotten thicker due to pregnancy but she insisted on shedding all that weight and as always he was supportive.
"Yes babe I remember but I really want to have another baby. Being pregnant just once wasn't part of the plan." She said.
"Just like you being pregnant at all wasn't part of my initial plan." He countered.
"But you love being a father, don't you?" She rhetorically asked.
Damien stared down at his boys who busied themselves with hopping on their bed. He loved them to death. Coming home was the best part of his day just so he could see his little adorable family.
"Of course I do, it's the best thing ever." He admitted.
"Please let's have this one and if it's a girl, we'll never have to try for babies again. We're just going to keep enjoying ourselves to the fullest." She winked, walking over to kiss his chest, sending waves of sweet shock through him.
"Don't tempt me." His sultry voice said, watching if the kids were looking. Luckily they were too engrossed with whatever conversation or game they were having.
"So daddy, what do you say?" She put her arms around his waist as she asked.
"After this one, no more. Whether it's a boy or girl." He said firmly.
"I better start praying." She mumbled.
***
Nine months later...
Why did she always have to not choose a Caesarean section?
Just like nearly four years before, after a relatively smooth pregnancy, they found themselves back in the labour room with her legs wide apart as she writhed in pain.
He wondered how Aiden was able to cope with going into labour ward two more times since after the birth of Sky. Him and Tracy had been on a role since they got married after Sky's first birthday and now Sky had a younger brother and sister. Thankfully, they had shut the gates and he hoped that after this one, Ariana would too.
It had only been like thirty minutes in the ward when the loud cries of a baby filled the room.
"It's a girl!" He heard a nurse announce.
He shut his eyes in relief. Ariana's prayers had been answered.
***
"At least this one looks a lot like me. I don't have to worry about you boys anymore." Ariana gloated to her twins and their father, whilst handing the child over to her Aunt, who had traveled all the way to visit.
"She reminds me of your mother. She's so beautiful." Aunt Karla cooed, rocking the little angelic baby girl.
"Thank you."
"Ava Maya Kingston, that's her name." Ariana announced.
"You named her after your mother?" Aunt Karla had tears in her eyes
"Yeah, that's why I wanted a girl so bad." She said, more to Damien than to her aunt.
"That's so beautiful." Aunt Karla said, rocking the fussy baby slightly.
Ariana sighed in content. Now that she had gotten all she ever wanted. A business that was fast rising and greatly expanding, a husband that spoiled her with love and three beautiful children to call her own. What more could she ask for?
Being his wife turned out to be more of a blessing than the curse she'd thought it'd be.
This was her story.
The final end.
