Epilogue

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"He's not doing well, my queen. I fear the worst," The physician said. 

The queens hands went to wipe away the tears. Ten years of happy marriage and a baby due any day, and her husband was on his deathbed. 

She opened the door to their room, only to have to fight the urge to sob. Her husband'd dark hair was plastered to his skin. His pale skin was a sickly white, his eyes dull and lifeless. 

"I can't lose him again," she whispered.

She sat down on the bed next to him, taking his hand in hers. 

"Hello love," He said, his voice cracking. He broke out into a coughing spell. 

"Here drink this," The queen said, handing a bowl of warm broth and herbs to her husband.  The king took a small sip and started coughing again.

"I love you," He said, as she saw the life drain out of his eyes.

"Don't go," The queen pleaded.

The king's hand grew limp.

"NO!" Marilyn sat up, clutching her very pregnant stomach.

"Marilyn! What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Edmund asked worriedly, quickly awakening and lighting a candle.

"Bad dream. very bad dream," She said shakily.

Edmund pulled her into his arms. 

"It'll be alright. I'm right here," Edmund said gently rubbing his thumb on her hand. 

"What's wrong? Is Marilyn okay?" Lucy asked, coming in from her and Arlian's." I heard her scream."

"It was just a bad dream. Oh I hope I didn't wake  the children," Marilyn worried. The nursery was two doors down, with Susan and Caspian's room between.

"I'm sure Peter and Elizabeth daughter, Priscilla, is sound asleep. However, if you woke my little boy up, I will put Simon in here so you can listen to his whimpering all night," Lucy said, trying to cheer up Marilyn from the dream.

Marilyn smiled. 

"Is it safe to come in?" Arlian asked, peeking his head in with his son in his arms. 

"You woke Simon!" Lucy exclaimed, shaking her head. Edmund chuckled a little. 

"Now you have got to  listen to him all night!" Lucy teased. 

"What's with the shouting?" Susan asked, coming into the room in little more than one of Caspian's shirts. Her husband followed her in a pair of boxer shorts. 

"Marilyn had a bad dream," Edmund explained. 

"Oh that's a relief. I thought that something had gone wrong with my future niece of nephew," Peter said, entering with Elizabeth, her hair in curlers and a dark nightgown adding to her tired expression.  Peter took a look at Susan's outfit and shook his head. Susan blushed.

"Well, if you would all stop for a moment, I think my water broke," Marilyn said quickly.  

The family went into action then. The midwife was called, and before you knew it, the baby would be entering the world.  

Aslan appeared to Marilyn and Edmund before the baby was born. He told the midwife to exit the room. Then it seemed as if time froze.

"Dear ones, this choice to send Marilyn back here was a great one. I am proud of how your lives have turned out. Ten years of peace have followed that war due to your reign. So it I am here to bestow a promise to you: Your child will have a long happy life of peace. They will be known through the land for their wisdom. Your daughter will be just like her mother," Aslan smiled.

Then time continued. The midwife help Marilyn deliever a healthy little girl.

"Aww look at her!," Susan's daughter cooed, taking the baby in her eleven year old arms. 

"Be careful Gwen," Susan gently told her daughter. 

"What's her name?" Peter asked.

"Hayley Allison," Marilyn smiled, taking her daughter back in her arms.

"I was wrong," Lucy said.

"How so?" Edmund asked.

"This is the perfect ending!" Lucy giggled.

The family laughed, knowing that everything would be great from that moment on. 

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