But Loved

Epilouge

10 years later.

Ashton and I are happy. We married a year before I found I was pregnant. Our son is okay. He made it and it's a miracle. Well I'd call it fate but enough of that. Ashton named him after Fabian. Carly cried at first but Calum cried the longest. They were happy tears though so it was alright.

Right now we are all playing soccer I the front yard. I didn't really think anything of it until Fabian kicked into the road. Memories flashed before my eyes of exactly how my mother died and I bolted for my child. I barely saw the second car coming. Right when I pulled Fabian away Ashton was right behind me pulling me away.

We all fall onto the grass softly. I was crying. I knew we were all safe but I can't believe that happened. I was ready to risk anything for Fabian and look what happened. My loving husband helped us both.

I always thought my dad was just shocked but now I understand. He didn't love her enough to save her. He saw she was doing it and just shrugged hoping it would turn out good. But Ashton loves me enough to help me out.

I'm not sure how but Ashton picked us both up and brought us inside. It would be a early night. He later Fabian and I on our bed and I just cuddled the heck out my poor son. He's only seven he doesn't understand and I'm glad for that.

Ashton come sin the bed next to us and joins my cuddle fest. I think Ashton is crying a bit too. Fabian is just crying because I grabbed his arm weird. I keep kissing it even though I know it won't help.

After awhile I noticed Fabian fell asleep and I began to do the same. Ashton was petting Fabians hair and using his free one to hold my hand. Just as I'm half asleep I hear whisper something that makes me smile.

"History will never repeat itself."

And it didn't. Fabian grew up with many people around him. He was never alone and was great in school. I'm not even sure if he understood what being depressed is like and I'm so great full he doesn't. No one should feel how Ashton and I felt. No one should think they're nothing.

In the years I've been alive I never noticed one person who deserved to have the fate I had. I was just a little girl abused with loss but loved.

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