The Don of Night✔

Epilogue

Kian's POV

Maybe happy endings aren't for everyone. 

Maybe it's just a myth told over and over for people to believe that it's affordable. 

Reachable. 

But, it's not. 

There isn't some great climax to our story. 

There isn't some big ending. 

It just goes on.

It's not always bad and it is not always good, but it does go on.

If I had a happy ending, though, it would be 4 months ago. 

The moment I saw her standing before her art piece. That would be the beginning of the last chapter of my story. 

The moment she said yes to my impromptu date, would be the moment everything started looking up. 

It would end with the moment she told me, yes and we kiss. 

After that, the screen would fade black and some old fashion writing would spell out The End. 

But, it didn't end there. 

No upbeat music started playing like what I remember happens when she drags me to watch those cheesy ass movies. 

No post-credit of a happy ending. 

Just us, living on. 

And for the first time in my life, I was more than happy to have this turn of events than a fairytale ending. 

I solely believe it was because of her. 

I never thought I could have someone like her in my life. Some days it's still unbelievable. 

She fits in so beautifully that I sometimes think I might be delusional. 

That I was just imagining this all. 

But, then in the mornings when she kisses me, I know it's real. 

Having her in my arms at night, I know there's no way this could be make-believe. 

She was mine. 

They were mine. 

It was all I needed to help me get through these 4 months of our lives because God knows I need it. 

"She's a fighter" Kruz spoke as we both stood outside of the room. 

I agreed but I said nothing. 

I was nervous as f**k and felt useless all in one. 

After our reunion at the spontaneous dinner, Ellie and I slowly got back into dating. Something I never thought I would be doing because what was that?

But, for her, I'll just do anything.

 We kept our relationship hushed for a minute,- meaning leaving her friends and my brothers out of it, but when we found out we were expecting we couldn't any longer. 

Yes, you read that right!

Expect-f**king-ing. 

The day she told me she was pregnant, I fainted for the first time in my life. 

I've had my blood run warm many times, but that day I felt a pressure like never before course through my veins. 

I don't really remember what happened after but, I do recall waking up hours later to her just staring at me and the pregnancy test on the table.