|just tell me that you love me z.m.|

2.8- the End

Flash forward and we've taken on the world together. I am now chief surgeon at White Mirror Hospital in Los Angeles California. It took 30 years, but I accomplished it.

Zayn works from home- editing and translating national treaties and documents. His vigorous treatment has allowed him to become much better- now only walking with a cane. He is now perfectly healthy and we are perfectly happy.

We travelled all around the world after our marriage; Spain to Moscow to Japan to Kenya to the Dominican Republic to New Zealand. There wasn't a continent we haven't stepped foot in.

But all of that stopped once we got the call. We had been on the adoption waiting list for five years before finding the perfect little girl. Healthy and beautiful, only one year old.

"Your dad and I were complicated." I finished explaining our story to my fourteen year old daughter- Snow.

"You guys were so.. oof." She giggles, amazed by the story.

"Oof?" Zayn asks, laughing while placing ornaments on the Christmas tree. A small tear escaped his eye as he placed a ball with the original Snow's face on it. She died two years after our marriage, but remained forever engraved in our hearts.

"I mean you guys went through so much I can't believe it." My miracle daughter said, on her toes to put golden decorations on the tree.

"When it's meant to be nothing can stop you." Zayn says, hugging me from behind. He placed his chin on my head, making me smile warmly. I looked at the world we made around us and smiled. So many obstacles and problems have been beaten not because they were easy but because issues are nothing compared to two people who genuinely love each other.

I am so in love with him, it makes me pathetic and weak but I can't stop. I won't ever stop. Not as long as he keeps telling me that he loves me.