---------FIVE YEARS LATER---------
It's been five years since I got out of the mental ward. It's been five years of growing and suffering. The past few years have been a roller coaster for Brendon and me. With all that happened to me, Our bedroom brought back too many memories. The day I came home from the hospital and walked into our bedroom, I had a break down. Memories came flooding back of that night, and I couldn't take it. I locked myself in the guest room for two days.
For the first year, I wouldn't leave the house. I couldn't go to the park with Delilah and Brendon. Brendon was worried about me. Hell, everyone was worried, but I eventually convinced them I was alright.
About two years later, Brendon was a bit drunk and wanted to have sex. I wanted it a bit too, but when it actually happened, I started crying. That's when he decided we needed to go to therapy, so we went. The whole family, Brendon, Delilah, and I. Delilah mostly stayed in the play pen while the sessions took place.
Going into the third year, I finally started to get better instead of hiding my emotions behind a mask I would put on each day. Each time I would start feeling an emotional break down coming on or panicky, Brendon and I would talk it out. He's been my rock throughout this whole entire process. Most men would have left their wife if they were in this situation, but Brendon would never let me give up. He truly is the best man I've ever met.
The fourth year was when they released 'Hallelujah' and did on and off tours. I was well enough to stay at home and watch Delilah. Patrick, Meagan, and Breezy would come over occasionally. I took Delilah on play dates with Bronx, Declan, Knox, Saint, Amelie, and Ruby. They all connected right off the bat. I can tell that they'll grow up to being almost like a family. Maybe they'll even start a band. Declan and Delilah already try to sing along with songs. Knox and Bronx have a thing with banging on things, Amelie makes random sounds on the piano, Saint's always staring at Pete's bass, and Ruby sits in Joe's lap and tries to help him play the guitar. This was the year things started looking up for us again.
Now, five years later here Brendon and I are standing outside of the school with Delilah in the middle of us, holding our hands with her book bag on her back. Today's her first day of kindergarten. She's jumping up and down excitedly. Brendon chuckles and looks at me. I nod, and we take her inside to her classroom. Brendon and I both bend down to her level.
I pull her into a hug and murmur, "Be safe baby, I love you."
"I love you too mommy," she says, and I kiss her cheek.
She turns to Brendon, and he picks her up, tickling her.
She squeals and giggles, "Dadddyyy!"
Brendon laughs and kisses her cheek, "I love you baby girl."
"I love you too daddy," she nods, kissing his cheek before running in her classroom.
I start tearing up and hug Brendon.
"She's growing up too fast, Bren," I murmur into his chest.
"I know baby," he sounds like he's getting choked up.
He leads me outside, quickly wiping his eyes. I wipe my eyes and sniffle.
"She's growing up to be just like her mother.... beautiful and sweet," he says, smiling at me.
I blush and kiss him softly before pulling back. He leads me to the car, and I get in, but not before hearing him say,"Things are shaping up to be pretty....good."
(A/N: This is the ending of this book. Who knows if I'll write a third book.... I have some ideas, but it just takes me so long to finish a story. IF I do, do a third book it will be after I finish the other stories I haven't finished... which means it might take a long while because school's starting up in a month and I have to study and read. However, let me know what you think of the ending. Thoughts on they're journey so far? I love hearing from ya guys so let me know below and don't forget to vote!)
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