Funeral

Epilogue

5 years later:

My children were all sitting around a square sized table. The only thing in the house, besides their beds that wasn't about to fall apart. Dick still hasn't changed in the past 5 years. He's still the same miser that I fell in love with. It's been 5 years since James died, Mia doesn't remember him that much, Harry does, but he doesn't like to discuss his father. Obviously, they've both grown up. Harry is 14 and Mia is almost 7.

Besides them, we had one more son. When Alex was 2, I was pregnant again but...at the end of the 9 months, I had a stillborn. That broke both me and Rikkard. Harry, Mia and Alex were too young to know what had happened. We told them that he was in heaven.

Right now, I'm 8 months pregnant and scared. What if the baby is another stillborn? I have this fear that every baby I have from now on will be a stillborn. I've had nightmares about it. And it pains me. Will Alex be my last baby? Warm arms wrap around my waist and I relax into them.

"What are you thinking of, my love?" He asks.

"The baby," I say, placing a hand on my swollen stomach, "what if he is born a stillborn?"

"She will be born alive, my love." He says, "In fact, she's going to be very happy with her two brothers and sister."

"It's a boy, Dick." I whine.

"No, It's a girl, my love." He corrects me.

"How do you know?" I ask, turning around.

"I just do. How do you know?" He says.

"Mothers instincts. I was right with Alex and Mia." I say.

"Well, my fathers instincts say that it's a girl." He says.

I turn around and glare at him.

"And you're pushing him out, right?" I say sarcastically.

"Don't be like that."

"I'll be like bloody whatever I want!" I exclaim, "Don't touch me or else you can sleep on the floor."

I step away from his arms and walk as far away from him as possible.

"MUM!"

"What is it, Mia?" I ask.

"Harry is being a bloody git!" She yells followed by Dick glaring at her and saying 'language!'

"What did he do now?" I ask with a groan. I'm getting tired of them fighting.

"I asked him what he was reading and he said dumb individuals like me wouldn't understand! He's such a blithering idiot!" She says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm right here, you know?" Harry says, glaring at Mia, who like my daughter glares back.

"Harry, stop saying your sister is dumb. And Mia stop calling your brother names." Rick says, noting that I look like I will scream of frustration.

"Momma!" Alex calls out.

"Yeah, baby?" I ask.

"When's my blothel coming?"

"Soon." I say.

"How soon?"

"Very soon."

He grins and starts stuffing his face with mashed potatoes. Harry and Mia start bickering again and then Alex starts crying because his spoon fell on the floor and Dick is yelling at Harry and Mia, asking them to apologise. The noise gets so loud that it's unbearable.