Crossing Borders

The Long Awaited Epilogue

"No Damien." Astrid says as she stepped out of their car.

"You didn't even think about it, love." Damien whines, closing the door and taking his daughter's hand, helping her up the stairs of the Matthews' mansion.

"And that's because I have had my mind made." She says casually as her son zooms right pass her. "Leo please be careful!"

Soon enough their daughter ran after her brother.

"And now I've lost two," Astrid threw her hand up, "Sera, please keep that dress clean at least until grandma sees you!"

But she only hears a giggle before she lost sight of her daughters curls around the hall.

"Astrid." Damien takes her hand and made her face him. "Please? I know I won't be the one doing the whole housing for nine months, but remember how fun it was?"

"Housing?" she raised a brow, "I'm not even pregnant yet and you're calling me a house?"

Damien shrugs, "Fine, forget I asked." He follows their children down the hall and right, leaving a confused wife behind.

"I should have known you were the one making all that ruckus."

Astrid looks up and sees her grandfather making his way down the stairs.

"Grandpa, good morning." She smiles and hugs him. "Feeling better?"

"When did I ever felt not?" he laughs.

"Last week when you caught the cold?" she teased.

"It's just the cold, princess, that's long pass."

"If you say so." She chuckles and walks beside him, his arm hooked around her arm.

"Now," he drops his voice into a whisper, "what were you and the Cayce boy arguing about?"

She frowned, "You heard that?"

He made the face that she would usually make when she has no answer for him, "A bit."

She chuckles and shook her head. "He wants to have another child."

"Well, I don't see the problem with that."

"There's a lot of problem grandpa." She whines. "And not just the Circle and the heir and whatnot, it's about family history."

"You have to explain this to me love, cause like I said, I don't see a problem with what Damien wants."

Astrid sighed, "It was hard enough when I was pregnant the first time. I didn't know any health history for me, and when the twins were born Damien didn't have one to offer either."

"I see..." he nods, "I would offer to find who your parents are but we don't have any leads at all. Unless we could build a time machine like in that film your kids love so much... what is it again? The kid with a weird hair and crazy family... uhm,Reygan? No, Ronalds? No, no... Robertson?"

"Robinson." Astrid grins remembering the day the kids made Father Johan sit down and watch cartoons with them.

"Ah, that's the one! Anyway, unless we have a time machine-"

"Which we don't."

"Exactly, then there's just no way to know who they are."

"And that's what's wrong with the idea of having more kids, grandpa." She says.

"But wouldn't it be worth the risk though?" he asks, "I mean, Damien loves children, and you are an amazing mother, what's stopping you? A little flu?"