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Epilogue
Six years later.

Exhausted I walk up the final sets f stairs. Why I had agreed to an apartment on the second highest floor while hating being in an elevator is beyond me. I suspect that two big brown eyes have something to do with it.

Five years and two kids later I was still the happiest gal in the world when I was with him. Not thst I'm telling him, he doesn't need to know how smitten I am.

A lot has changed in those last five to six years, crank sightings have become rare and people now even dare say that we finally found a cure, though nothing is certain yet.

After the Right Arm checked and saved we were brought to this 'city' which they simply called a safe haven. Which it definitely was, but st the time it looked more like a glorified camp then a city, but now it this complete with our very own skyline.

Out of breath I reach the front door taking a few deep breaths before walking inside.

"I'm home" I say not to loud, our youngest one, charles has just turned one and isn't the easiest to get to sleep. I don't want to wake in case he's sleeping.

Which might be the case since I don't get an answer of anyone. As quiet as possible I walk towards the living room, placing my groceries on the counter as I pass the kitchen.

I smile at the sight thst greets me.2 Tomas laying spread out.on the couch with both Charles and our three year old daughter Skye on top of him. Quickly I grab my phone to snap a picture this is just to cute.

Silently I walk back to the kitchen not wanting to wake them up just yet I know how much time Thomas puts in his work.

He has taken it upon himself to help those who lost their memories. Together with other scientists he discovered what Wicked used to earache our memories in the firdt place and how to reverse that process and that has been proven to be very successful. Of course he then also helps them trying to locate their lost family members.

I think he does it because he feels so guilty about the fact that he had worked  for Wicked, creating the maze and all.

I get woken up from my daydreaming as I feel two small hands tugging at my shirt. I look down into Skye's big brown eyes -just like her father.

"What is it sweetie" I ask seeing a big frown on her face.

"I don wan nap nymore" she says rubbing her tired eyes. Sure you seem totally rested. Shaking my head I smile at her.

"Well go play in your room then, but be quiet" I tell her and see happily skips off to her room. It won't surprise me if I find her sleeping on the floor in ten minutes. She was just as stubborn as me when it comes to.. well everything, and she often claims thst she doesn't need sleep right  before she falls asleep.

I turn on the stove and start preparations for tonights dinner, nothing fancy just chicken in the oven with some fries. After so amny lessons I'm still no kitchen princess.

Suddenly someone wrapping their arms around my waist and a chin on my shoulder.

"Morning" Thomas jokes as he gives me a kiss on the cheek while pulling me closer against him. I turn my head and smile at him.

"Morning? I'm making dinner" I tease back and he just shrugs as he continues to plant kiss down from my cheek to my neck. I close my eyes as i place my hands over his.

"Evening then" he says before sucking the skin on my neck making a small moan escape me.

"That's going to leave a mark"

Thomas chuckles against my skin making me shiver.

"So?" He says boldy before sucking even harder on that spot making me bite my lip. One of his hands move lower down my waist into my pants-

"Mommy" we hear Skue say behind us and ee immediately step away from each other, blushing furiously, well I do anyway.

"Yes honey?"

"Horsey is los" she says tears slowly forming in her eyes. Dispite the name, her favourite stuffed animal Horsey is a actually a cat who she loses all the time.

"Don't worry dear" I say while giving her a hug "daddy will help you look" I say and we both look hopeful at Thomas who pretends to think.

"Will I?" He asks Skye playfully. Who nods so hard her head might fall off.

"Daddy haso"

Thomas chuckles and picks her up in his arms walking away towards her room but stops midway turning towards me.

"Totally forgot to aks! How is grandma, is she going to babysit this weekend?" He asks and immediately Skye starts to bounce is his arm chanting grandma over and over.

"Yes. My mother even demanded that they will stay till Tuesday" I say and have to laugh when I see Thomas smiling.

"Well we can't disappoint her now can we" he says to skye as he walks them back to her room.

My mother, even though I don't remember her being my mother has been a great grandmother to them. As a mother I find her a bit to protective but according to everyone else, it's a feeling shared by all daughters.

We met six years ago when we just landed her. She was in charge at getting us settled in. She aksed me if I was Lauren which I said could be since I had heard someone call me thst before. She had hugged me ans immediately starting crying. A bit awkward for me since I had no idea who she was. And since I refused to have my memories restored I still kind off don't. I know her as a fantastic grandmother and in time she will have a better relationship with them then with me. Same is the case of my litttle brother Luke. He was just as awkward as I was when mom introduced us but after awhile everyone could she thst we were related. Same as Ceylon and Minho who even without their appearance looked a lot alike.

"We found Horsey" comes the voice of Thomas behind me again which startled me. With an raised eyebrow he looks at me but zi wave his concern away.

"Just thinking" I tell him and he nods and pulls me in for a hug.

"So where were we" he grins and just on cue Charles start to cry. Thomas hangs his head in defeat while laugh.

"You were going to check up on our son" I tease him pushing him sofly away.

"This way we can't practice for a third one" he complains though I know he's just teasing.

"No third one" I warn him.

"Practice" he retorts playfully while walking off before he starts to mumble reassuring words to charles.

Unbelievable that guy.


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