Final chappie... I'm so sad, it was a good run while it lasted...
Brooklyn's P.O.V
I watched Selene walk down the aisle I had walked down two years ago. I watched my brother look at her adoringly. I held my innocent little children to me. Avery, Zoe, Miranda and Jonathon. My husband Jared sat beside me holding my hand. My step daughter Avery had been adopted and it was almost too late for her to heal from the wound’s dad inflicted on her. Physically and emotionally.
Satan sat next to her husband Jarl and was 3 months pregnant. Zee and Caleb were married for 4 years now and had a baby boy with a baby girl on the way. Jailbait married this guy called Taylor, she went into labour yesterday and was unable to attend the wedding. Hannah was going to get married in two months’ time. All the planning that was going into her wedding was horrible.
After dad died we were all over the news and were practically celebrities. Mom and Aaron soon found me and we had a family reunion. At first they didn’t approve of my relationship with Jared but they got used to it. Aaron however was upset about not knowing that he was an uncle and having such a large extended family. He also threatened to kill Jared and beat him up pretty bad it was not a surprise to me because we both took self defense classes which Jared nick-names 'self offense' classes because Aaron used it too attack him... On way more than one occasion.
We all visited each other and enjoyed each other’s company. Feliciana and I were good friends and I was her daughters Heather and Laura’s god mother. I loved the way things had turned out.
“Momma, one day, will I find someone who looks at me the way daddy looks at you?” Avery asked. her eight year old mind was more mature than a sixteen year old and knew when i lied. It was hard gaining her trust but i succeeded. She didn't have to look far once she was 12, she was already a gorgeous, nice, sweet, well behaved child... With a tendency to scare anyone who dared to anger her... But no one needs to know that right now...
“Maybe. It depends on where you look.” I said confidently. Satisfied with my answer, my eight year old daughter snuggled into me. I sighed contently.
Poppy, if only you were here to see this. I love you. I thought happily.
After all the hurt and pain we went through, we finally had our happily ever after.
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Midnight's daughters
AdventureBrooklyn never had the life she wanted. Her mother was a teen mother and disowned by her family when they discovered she was pregnant. Brooklyn and her twin brother Aaron were raised in such a way that they couldn't trust anyone. The 3 of them loath...
