Say You Won't Let Go

Epilogue

-Six years later-

Sitting on the knitted blanket on the coast, I admire the beauty of the sun setting in the horizon over the water. Bright orange and blue colors fill the sky. My legs are crossed beneath me with my hands on my lap. The ocean breeze makes my h/c hair fly in the wind. I close my eyes and take in the scent of the salty ocean water. I've grown to love the beach, loving every second I get so spend there.

"Mama look!" The voice of my four year old son calls out to me.

"Mama's watching Ivan!" I respond loud enough for him to hear, opening my eyes at the exact same time.

I look over and see the blonde kid standing in the sea water, the waves crashing at his short legs. He hops, trying to jump over the wave but stumbles a bit causing me to chuckle. I decide to stand up, close enough  to where the water hits my bare feet. I cross my arms and smile at my young son. His blonde hair tangled due to the water and breeze. Finding so much happiness in the ocean.

"AHH!" Another toddler's voice sounds from my right. "Mama help!" My three year old giggles, running away from his father who chases him down the beach.

I laugh as the blonde boy reaches my legs and hides behind them. I ruffle his blonde locks just as he buries his face in the back my leg.

"What's wrong Enrique?" I smile down at the little boy, already knowing that Newt is playing games with him again.

"Dad's chasing me!" The blonde boy shows his face to answer but hides yet again when he's finished his sentence.

Newt walks the remainder of the way over to us. A big smile plastered on his face.

"Dad!" Ivan eagerly runs to his father and hugs his long leg similar to the way little Enrique holds mine. Newt laughs and takes the boys hand, coming towards Enrique and me.

"Hiding with mummy huh?" Newt taps Enrique's hand, making him giggle and stumble out of his reach.

A warm feeling fills my heart at this moment. Newt finally meets my eyes. The corners of his mouth tugging up in an even bigger smile.

"Hi love," Newt greets me with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Newt," I smile at my husband.

"How's Kiara?" He puts his hand over my tiny baby bump, checking up on me like he always did.

"Or Antonio," I raise an eyebrow trying to remind Newt that we still don't know the baby's gender. "But you know, just hanging in there. Baby number three, I'm used to it." I reply. Newt chuckles at my response, dropping his hand from my stomach.

I was about 3 months pregnant and Newt was already saying that it was going to be a girl. Kiara. Newt said he always wanted that name for a daughter if we ever were to have one. The rest of the boys all told him he was crazy and it was definitely going to be a boy. It was funny to me how much they all cared for our children.

Newt had chosen Ivan's name and Jorge had given me the idea for Enrique. Both boys were almost identical to their father. They had his blonde hair, but the gladers said my sons had my e/c eyes. Ivan had a slight British accent due to the fact that he spent all his time with his father. Enrique on the other hand was a mummy's boy. Since he was still young, he spent most of his time with me. Not that he didn't love his older brother and father's company.

Ivan and Enrique. My two sons. All my friends thought it was funny that I ended up with just sons because of how it was in the maze. Me being the only girl among a bunch of boys. I too thought that was quite ironic. I'd love to have a daughter, but I loved living with just boys, because I was used to it. They were my family. Newt, Ivan, and Enrique. My boys.