Alright guys, so this is the epilogue! :') ...
Oh! and be ready for a new story, I might upload a sneak peak or something sometime soon. Thanks to all my fans who have commented and voted on all my chapters it was greatly appretiated and it kept me writing :P
And sorry its so short. i couldnt think of anything else to incorperate into this, so enjoy!
Epilogue.
**One year later**
"This is your entire fault!" I growled as another contraction hit me and I squeezed Stefan's hand tighter.
"I know honey, I know." He said moving a piece of hair out of my face.
Another nurse walked in to check how dilated I was or something and I closed my eyes taking deep breaths.
"I believe you are ready to start pushing, just let me go get the doctor." She explained calmly and left the room.
Okay, so, if you didn't realize it yet, I'm getting ready to give birth.
Oh the joy, not.
Never did I think that I would be giving birth this early! I wanted to stay youthful as long as possible but then Stefan just had to have the baby talk with me. So for the past, whatever months I been having morning sickness and cravings for pickles. On numerous occasions I had pickles juice come out my nose from people making me laugh while I was eating. Trust me it's very painful. Worse than orange juice even! I think they did it on purpose too.
Back to the issue at hand.
I grunted and stared at the white wall, why even try to describe the colors of the room? It's all white! What a pain in the ass; here I am giving birth and theres not even anything interesting to stare at.
"You can always stare at me," murmured Stefan from beside me, reading my thoughts.
I turned my head and glared at him again and sighed with relief when the doctor came in and she gave a chuckle.
"This is nothing to laugh at!" I almost screamed.
"I know, sorry. Okay, you can start pushing now. Keep breathing, you're doing great!" She counselled me knowing that agreeing with a pregnant woman-who is about to give birth--would be the best choice.
"You're doing good, babe." Stefan whispered to me.
I sent a death glare right back, and he raised his free hand in surrender slumping in the chair beside me a little.
"Once more should do it!" Doctor know-it-all exclaimed.
With one last grunt I pushed with all my might, and let out a sigh of relief when I heard the cry of a baby. My baby. Well our baby to be exact.
Slumping back into the bed I let my eyes flutter closed for a brief minute and reopened them when Stefan planted a loving kiss on my forehead. When he pulled back I glanced curiously over at the nurse that walked in with a soft baby blue blanket.
Stefan was literally bouncing in his seat with my hand still clutched tightly in his when he saw the blue blanket. I laughed lightly with what strength I had left.
"Ma'am, would you like to hold your baby boy?" The nurse asked kindly handing him to me when I gestured for her to give him to me.
Gently she placed him in my waiting arms.
"Hmm... I wonder what we should name him," Stefan mused as I looked over the entire baby's features in amazement. He was beautiful; he had big emerald green eyes like Stefan and sported my color of hair from what I could tell from his age.
"Rhys." I blurted out suddenly.
Stefan stopped his examination and looked at me curiously, "That suits him perfectly," He smiled, "What about a middle name?"
"Umm, I don't know..."
"I don't know either." He laughed when Rhys grabbed his finger.
"How about Liam?" I asked smiling at both of my boys.
"Sounds good, love." He kissed my temple lightly. "Rhys Liam Silverstone." He clarified aloud grinning broadly.
"It's perfect." I smiled back.
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sigh, what a happy ending :P
