Astral Lovers

Epilogue

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Lily POV

"Steve?Steve are you ready?"
Why the hell doesn't he answer me?
I finish fixing my hair and quickly get out of the bathroom to the bed.
I sit on it grabbing my shoes from the floor, put them on and cautiously getting up I approach the large mirror in our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
In our new home.
In the end, we really bought the large house with the porch overlooking the large garden.
Steve expressed the desire to go and live outside New York, to live in a quieter place, and I followed him.
I would have followed him everywhere.
The house is really huge and luxurious, on two floors and has a large garden all around.
It's all like in our dreams, like when years ago we dreamed of living our life.
"Steve hurry up!You know how much my father cares about punctuality" I yell.
But obviously I don't get any response.
I roll my eyes.
I better arrange the dress that falls softly on my figure, then I mirror myself one last time, giving my hair a final touch.
I sigh and resigned, I leave them indomitable and wild as always.
I spend a few minutes looking through the mirror, noticing how my features have changed over time.
The mirror gives me an image of a more mature me, of a girl who eventually had to grow up quickly.
A girl who has had little to enjoy her lightheartedness.
Life hasn't been kind to me but I keep going on trying to enjoy all that I have and all that life still has to offer me.
My past has helped me to fortify myself and to love every moment of my life.
I grab my coat from the wardrobe and impatiently go down the large marble staircase.
The ticking of my heels echoes in the high ceilings.
I cross the immense hall until I find myself in front of the threshold of the living room door but I suddenly freeze, enchanted by the scene that presents in front of my eyes.
On the large and soft carpet in the living room there is Steve lying on his stomach while he is coloring together with Sarah who is in the same position as him.
Sarah.
Our great miracle.
Our warrior.
The first time I saw her, I cried.
She was so small, so delicate.
I was afraid that even just touching her I could hurt her...and instead today she is healthy and beautiful.
Her long black curls fall down her back, I don't have the courage to cut them and then Steve wouldn't even let me.
Her big blue eyes, just like his father's, are set in her perfect face that seems to be made of alabaster.
She has a disarming beautiful.

Flashback
Six years ago

I feel scared and disoriented.
I know I'm back but my body isn't responding to my commands.
As soon as I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was the face of my beautiful Captain.
His blue, teary eyes helped me relax.
"It's okay honey.Are you ok.You are in the hospital" he whispers to me and in the meantime a swarm of doctors is rushing to my room to check on my condition.
They are all agitated and incredulous but at this moment I just want to know how the baby is because I feel that something is wrong, it is as if I no longer feel his presence.
But the words swirling in my brain can't find their way out.
It is as if I were a prisoner of my own body.
With immense effort I raise my hand and touch my belly.
Steve obviously notices my gesture.
"Honey?Look at me"
And I move my eyes from my belly to his eyes.
"Two days ago there were complications and they had to deliver the baby"
No, no no!
It's still too early.
I feel panic assault me and the beating of my crazed heart is audible throughout the room.
The deafening beep of the machinery connected to my heart is proof of this.
"Hey hey!Breathe honey!The baby is fine.Sarah is fine!" Steve reassures me by placing his phone under my nose where the photo of a little creature wrapped in wires and tubes seems to be resting blissfully.
My eyes drink greedily of that image.
A girl.
My sweet Sarah.
I turn to Steve unable to hold back the tears.
"She is healthy and strong.She will make it.We'll all make it together"