Charcoal Grey [H.S.]

Epilogue

HARRY

Five years later...

I think this is the exact definition of what heaven feels like.

I chose to move to Bristol with Lennon because while I didn't face any threats from Levi's minions for a long time, I didn't want to risk any of it. Especially now that we had two little rascals in our lives. We picked a modern yet cosy penthouse apartment with enough space for all of us and it was located in the centre of the city. It was much quieter and peaceful than London, with so much more greenery and less commotion, it was absolutely brilliant. 

A lot of people despise marriage because it seems tedious and unfulfilling but they're doing it all wrong. They're only marrying for the weddings and honeymoons, they just want the fireworks and sparks, they don't want to be part of lifelong commitments and resolute devotion. That's why it all fails. They marry the wrong people.

This is a life I never ever thought I would have.

Lennon's arm was wrapped around my eldest son's shoulders, her lips kissing the top of his head as he peacefully rested his head against her chest. Rowan was the exact carbon copy of me and Callahan would sometimes call him "little Harry". Cal might be an idiot but he's my brother. He stuck with me through thick and thin, he proved to me that family isn't all by blood but by bond. He and Ava are Rowan and Cillian's godparents and I must say they have been doing better than I expected.

Rowan inherited everything from me apart from Lennon's grey eyes. The curls, the facial features, the personality. Annoyingly, he also inherited the trait of hogging up his mum's attention and time whenever I was there. At just five years old, this kid is already making me lose my mind. He would put on his acting cap which I know damn well he learned from Cal to get whatever he wants from Lennon. Then, he would shoot me a feigned innocent smile as he successfully accomplished his mission. Yeah, that's what I deal with. I can only imagine the hell he's going to raise when he reaches his teen years.

Cillian, on the other hand, was more relaxed and the polar opposite of his older brother. But I know there's something much deeper to him. He looked more like Lennon except he had my green eyes. His head was currently resting on my lap as I gently combed through his hair, watching him with utmost love and awe. Unfortunately, he was also glued to Lennon at the hip. I never thought I would have to compete for my wife's love with my own children but I guess here we are.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I love my boys so fucking much.

All it took was one look at them and I knew I would move mountains just to keep them safe. They're my little soldiers and I couldn't be any more proud of them. They would sometimes help Lennon around when she bakes, help her relax after her daunting shifts, keep an eye out for any intruders when they're out and then inform me on the smallest inconveniences. She would laugh and say that I'm being 'obsessive' and she's right.

I feel beyond lucky to have all of this. The reason why I'm still an alive man is because of the woman sitting beside me. She is the soothing balm to my deranged soul, she saved me. I know I would have been fucked a long time ago, I would have hauled down to a path of self-destruction, drown in my own pain and never come back.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked me quietly.

I looked up, meeting her gaze, my hand stilling in Cill's hair as I smiled. I then wrapped my free arm around her shoulders, bringing her and Row closer to me as I kissed her temple, "Just thinking about how blessed I am. I have two amazing boys and a beautiful wife."

A soft smile graced her lips, "We did great."

I hummed in agreement, "I was also thinking...we should put these boys to bed and then we can have some fun ourselves."