Kylie's P.O.V
It's been two weeks since Ian dies and the twins were born and it's been an emotional roller coaster, my hormone are everywhere i'm crying because of Ian and then the next i'm crying because of The babies, they won't eat or drink they frustrating me.
They keep bruising easily but i think it's because they're so young.
Today is Ian's funeral, i am not emotionally prepared for this he chose me to give a speech at his funeral and i'm honored but i'm a 100% gonna loose my cool.
We strap the babies in the car and drive to the church.
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"Now for Ian's sister to say something Kylie would please..." Ian commander chief asks me and i walk up to the podium.
"Where do i even start, as a child Ian was mean, annoying, he always used to steal my stuff and pull my hair he did everything in his power to wind me up because he thought he was funny. As children me, Ian and Jack we would call ourselves the three musketeers because we only had each other growing up he was there protecting me from bullies he'd beat them up for hurting me and i didn't thank him enough. Over the past couple of years Ian has been there for me, he was the first person to know i was pregnant he was the first person to know that i liked my husband he's bee the first person i would go to to tell my secrets and problems and he listened he cared about them, he helped me help myself. Through everything we went through we had our differences but we loved each other unconditionally and i am beyond proud of him for everything he did to serve our country and i am proud to be able to call myself his sister" everyone clapped his soldier friends had tears in there eyes my mom wailing and jack there comforting her.
My dad and other soldiers carry the coffin outside and we all follow them we stand in front of a gravestone marked ' Ian Diego Winslow born 21st May 1997 - 24th November 2018 Beloved Son, Brother and Soldier may he be blessed'.
The soldiers salute him as his coffin is lowered into the ground, nothing now that can save him.
"We stand here and take 1 minutes silence for our fallen soldier" we stand in complete silence apart from the few sniffles in the background.
"Sergeant Ian Winslow we salute you and remember you from this day forwards" His fellow soldiers walk away and i stand there looking at the picture on the side of the stone.
Gone too soon! Bud. Way too soon! You were my best friend Ian i love you so fucking much it hurts to much to let you go.
We were the three musketeers.
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FanfictionOur relationship was planned none of the decisions were ours we were made to marry. Our life was planned and we didn't know it, It all started with brunch. I hated him and he hated me or did we hate to love each other?
