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Epilogue

Epilogue

Three Years Later

The once blue skies had begun to cloud over as a storm blew in over the ocean. I wrung my hands in knots I paced the beach outside out of the cottage. I had never been so nervous in my entire life than I was in this moment. Jonah sat casually upon the steps watched me pace.

"Mate you are going to wear holes in the soles of your boots if you do not sit down." He chuckled.

A wail of echoed from the house, all my breathing ceased. I had seen Gwen endure all sorts of pain before without as much as a grimace, hearing her scream sent chills down my spine. I wanted nothing more than to be in the cottage with her but Katarina demanded I stay out of the way and called me a nuisance. I took Jonah's advice and took a seat next to him.

"I do not think I can stand this much longer." I groaned and rested my head in my hands. Jonah just gave me an encouraging pat on the back.

The door creaked open behind us, we both spun around. Myla stood in the doorway, her cheeks flushed, but with a large grin on her face.

"Come on."

I leapt to my feet and raced past Myla. I sped for the farthest door down the hallway and threw it open. Katarina stood at the head of the bead beaming.

"I will leave you two alone." She said and headed for the door. Lying in the bed was Gwen, her face was lined with fatigue but she was smiling, she was radiant. Her red hair was matted with sweat I found her breathtaking.

"Tristan." She smiled. I sat next to her on the bed and finally looked at what laid in her arms. Wrapped in a dark blue blanket was a beautiful baby. "Meet our son." Gwen lifted her arms and placed him in my own.

I felt that if I made one wrong move he would break in my arms. Small curls of red hair covered his head. His tiny eyes were closed as he slept peacefully.

"He is so..." I did not have the words. Gwen reached out and brushed his head gently. It was such a tender gesture. She was a force to be reckoned with in battle but she could also be so sweet-hearted, it only made me love her more.

"I was thinking we should name him Elijah." Gwen said raising her gaze to mine.

"There would be no better name for him than Elijah. Our Elijah."