Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

Epilogue

As requested by emmystilinski
I thought it would make some people smile to read their happily ever after.

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The first rays of sun peaked through the curtains of our seaside home, a soft light and warm feeling brushed against my skin. I smiled, perfectly content with how this Saturday morning was starting of. Dylan, who had his arms wrapped around me, softly pulled me closer. I didn't want to open my eyes. I wanted to cherish this moment together as much as I could, because within an hour our peace would most definitely be disturbed. I inhaled his scent and smiled. Everything about him felt good. Familiar.

"It's been a year." His soft voice whispered in my hair, still a bit husky with sleep.

"A year?" I questioned. I could feel him nodding his head. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder.

"A year since you picked me up at the steps of the asylum." Another kiss in my neck. "A year since our life together started." He carefully spun me around in his grip so that I could face him. He had tired eyes, but a happy smile hung on his lips. He took my hands, kissing my fingers as he ran his thumb over the wedding band on my right ring finger. It had been 10 months since we got married. Dylan and I said yes to each other at a quiet place far from home. It was just him and I. We had no big feast, nog big ceremony. We didn't get married at church. Mainly because we both weren't very catholic. But also because Dylan's reputation proceeded him. For the first couple of months gasps would fill the streets whenever we walked by. Girls would leave when we entered a bar. Guys would look at him with a sense of hatred and fear. Even when we were this far away from LA. No priest would allow a devil into his church.
So we found an officiate - someone who didn't care who Dylan used to be - to marry us. It was a beautiful little ceremony, just him and me.

"I love you." I whispered as I pressed my lips against his. "And if I had to I would do it all over again."

"I won't ever let you go through that shit again." He said, his voice suddenly sounding very serious. "You know that, right?" I nodded my head. He had worked so hard to keep his sanity. He still saw a psychiatrist, every week. He talked about how he felt, how he reacted when something made him angry. Most of the time he was doing great. He was the perfect husband. But sometimes, the old Dylan took the overhand. Sometimes he would lash out and I would see the insanity behind his eyes. I was never afraid of him, but I did need him to seek professional help. So that we could live in peace and love together.

Our moment of us-time was disturbed by the cries of our one-month-old baby girl, Ada.

"If I do lose my mind, she'll be the cause of it." Dylan joked. Parenthood had been tough on us. Don't get me wrong, we loved our little angel to death, but as new parents we still had so much to learn. I started shifting away from him, throwing the covers off me to get out of bed, but Dylan stopped me. "I'll get her." He said, getting up. I smiled.

"Thank you."

I flipped some pancakes in a pan while Dylan took care of our little girl. I softly hummed as I set the table for breakfast. Two plates with pancakes and berries. Coffee for Dylan and tea for me. Ever since my pregnancy I couldn't stand the smell or taste of coffee anymore. So I always drank tea on warm summer days and hot chocolate on cold winter nights. I fished the newspaper from the kitchen counter and put it next to Dylan's plate. He loved to read the news the old-fashioned way, while I scrolled through my iPad to stay up to date. I finished setting the table and peaked my head through the kitchen door. I could hear Dylan singing a lullaby to Ada and I couldn't help but smile like a fool.

"Breakfast is ready!" I called.

"I'll be down in a sec!" Dylan yelled back. I turned back around, ready to take my seat, when the sound of the phone made me stop. It was a bit unusual for that ringing to sound through the house. Nobody really called on the house phone, they would usually call us on our mobile phones. So, a bit hesitant I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said, waiting for a reply. And then I heard that voice. A voice I hadn't heard in a year. A voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey Jess. This is Tyler." I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the sound of his name. My heart started beating rapidly in my chest.

"I've missed you."

[So, it's been a while since you've heard from me, but I'm still here. I know an epilogue probably shouldn't end with a cliffhanger, but as I was writing this the thought of a sequel popped into my head and I kinda liked the idea. What do you guys think? Leave me a comment and don't forget to vote, it is so important to me. I love you.]