My Living Hell (Completed)

Chapter 28

Epilogue-

Ashlyn's pov

After a few more weeks of living with Aiden I started to feel funny. I started to puke constantly and needed to pee often. Aiden started to freak, afraid that something was really wrong with me and that I would die. He brought his most trusted doctors to look at me and determine the problem, but they were all just as baffled as Aiden because I was a turned wolf.

In the end I was the one to come up with the solution when my stomach started to grow, and both my wolf and demon were squealing in my head with excitement. My pregnancy didn't last long like normal female wolves or vamps. Aiden was anxious when they came, because he didn't know if they would be a girl or a boy. We wanted to know the sex before the baby came, but very time the doctor tried the machine would mess up. So we were resigned to just wait and see.

When they were born to say we were shocked would be an understatement.

Apparently, not only was I carrying one bun in the oven. I was carrying four! (Ha you probably thought I was going to say two.) Sadly, we were horribly ill prepared. We had expected one baby, at the most two, but instead we got four. Everyone was baffled. My stomach didn't look large enough to carry four babies when I was pregnant. Luckily our house was big enough for all of us. The funny part is when Aiden thought it was all over after the third child popped out. He fainted when he saw that another one was coming. Poor him, he's going to have a lot of work to do. We are now happy parents of two girls and two boys. All of which are identical.

The eldest child's name is Dana and is a girl. The second is Randon, obviously a boy. The third is Lana, also obviously a girl. The runt is Chandran, he of course is a boy. Why I felt the need to name him Chandran still confuses me. My wolf loves the name, and him, the most. My demon favors Dana. She's the closest one to her father. While I treasure each and everyone of them equally. Ok so maybe I tend to give Randon more attention than the others, but I stick by my word that I have no favorites.

I can't help but feel that life is finally perfect. I may not remember anything, but the feelings of the past haven't left me. Slowly, though, those feelings are disappearing and being replaced with a sense of belonging. And acceptance.

The strongest of them all is love. For some reason that feeling feels like the a breathe of fresh air. My life is finally perfect. Just perfect. My hell has finally ended.

The End