"What'll ya name em Y/N?" says Clint. "Well the girl will be Erica" says Newt while he walks in the room. You held your babies and smiled. Clint put a red band on one of the boy's wrists so that we could tell him apart from his brother. "This one is Michael" you pointed to the one with the read band. "And?" asked Jeff. "This one is Marcus" you point to the remaining baby. You looked at Newt with glistening eyes and smiled.
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4 years later, you walk around the Glade hand in hand with your daughter. It's their birthday, so you took the day off with Newt to celebrate. The Michael and Marcus were running around Minho trying to get him to figure out which boy was which. They loved teasing him. You and Newt named Thomas the "uncle" of the three kids and he loved them. "Mommy, will you braid my hair?" Erica said as you smiled reminiscing on the past years in the Glade. "Yes of course darling" you say as you sit on a stump and start to braid your daughters hair. Newt always said she reminded him of you, and you always laughed. But in a way, she was you, she was your daughter, and you loved her. You loved her, and your sons. And you loved Newt. Your one and only, true love. And you know that they would never hurt you.
A/N
Hey guys, so this is the end, but I hoped you liked it!
