~Manson's POV~
I reached into Violet's crib, carefully picking up her sleeping little body. I kissed her head before handing her to twiggy.
He cradled her against his chest, looking down at her with a look of wonder on his face.
"How old is she?" He whispered, looking up at me for a moment.
"Two months now." I replied. "She hasn't grown much though. She's still as tiny as ever."
Twiggy continued to bounce her softly as she slept in his arms, being careful not to wake her.
"Well, she's perfect." He said. We were silent for a moment before he spoke again.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here with you all this time." He apologized again. I just smiled a little at him.
"Don't be sorry, Jeordie. You're here now, that's all I care about. I'm willing to forget about everything else."
Twiggy smiles softly, leaning down to put Violet back in her crib, stroking her little head. He then stepped closer to me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me into a warm hug.
"That's right. I'm here... And I'm never going to leave you again."
((AN: Short and corny epilogue, whatever. Well, that's it for this one, guys! I'd like to thank all of my followers for the support and I hope you all stick around for the sequel that I'll be uploading the first chapter to later))
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