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Epilouge

Adrien's P.O.V

Baby Louis is sleeping in his cot. Baby Izzy is in the one next to his.

I look at the two wonders we had through IVF. Lots of women were willing to be surrogates for the Agreste couple.

The Agreste-Couffaine mansion is silent for a minute.

And then the twins wake up, screaming and crying their lungs out at the exact same moment.

Luka rushes to Louis whilst I try to sort out Izzy. We pick them up and walk towards each other.

My face is red.

"It's 2am. Fucking 2am. I cannot catch a break," I vent to him.

"Stop being mean," he says, tickling Louis. Louis has already stopped crying and started giggling cutely.

Luka has that effect on them.

"Aww, I'm sorry Izzy. I'll never be mean again," I say, rocking her back and forth. She loves it when I do that.

She stops crying and reaches her hands out to Luka.

"She likes you more than me," I say, before I notice that Louis is doing the same thing towards me.

They want to be next to each other, I realise.

We sit them down on the floor and watch them embrace (sort of) in a twin kind of way.

Ever since these two were born, I've been way out of my depth. Luka was the one who knew how to handle them, knew what they needed, what they wanted.

I was clueless. But Luka's been so supportive. He's helped me all the way.

Louis and Izzy are 10 months now. They're quite cute and they've both said their first words.

Louis' first word was Daddy. Izzy's first word was Papa.

Needless to say, I've always picked up Izzy when they cry at the same time, and Luka's always picked up Louis.

I pick up Louis and rock him a little whilst Luka does the same to Izzy.

We put them in their cots and quietly retreat to our room.

I think about our jobs.

I'm the CEO of Agreste Incorporated, a designer company. We design anything, from clothes to books to rooms.

We're successful. We're on top.

We're rich.

Luka is a (sort of) pop star. Technically he's a musician. The Ed Sheeran of today, if you like.

One of my problems is his manager. It's a girl called Ellie who's a bit too hung up on Luka if you ask me.

The fact that a celebrity singer and a designer company CEO are together drives the world mad.

And that's why the world doesn't know of Louis and Izzy yet. We want a comfortable life for them, we want them to always feel safe and respected.

To feel loved.

We both lie in our bed.

"It's crazy," we say at the same time.

And Luka kisses me. Then he ruffles hair and goes to sleep. How he manages to do that so quickly is beyond me.

I lay awake. Tomorrow is the first photo shoot that's going to include Louis and Izzy. We're going to tell all of Paris.

I can't wait.

***

Luka is ready and waiting, and he's got Louis and Izzy dressed already. I slip on my hoodie and I grab two prams.

I push Izzy and he pushes Louis.

When we find our photographer, he gestures excitedly at Louis and Izzy.

"You bring the children today, yes?" he asks.

I nod. He prepares is for our photo shoot.

I hold Louis whilst Luka picks up Izzy, who laughs and giggles cutely whilst Louis blows a raspberry.

I smile down at him with love. He's perfect, just like his daddy.

Izzy is giggling like crazy now. What's got her so excited?

I look up and I see a crowd of people, taking pictures of out photoshoot.

We do a few more poses before we're swarmed by Manoe Chamack, and news reporting crew.

"They look cute. Are they yours?" she asks excitedly.

"Yes," Luka replies proudly, "and they are cute."

Manoe nods as she hands her microphone to one of her crew members and says "Can I hold one?"

I nod and give her Louis carefully.

"What are their names?" she asks, turning to the camera.

I tickle Louis.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

He gurgles and manages to say, "People." He's pointing at the news crew.

I chuckle.

"Yes, they're people," I say, "He's called Louis and she's called Izzy. They're twins."

Manoe nods and hands me back Louis.

We make our way home and crash onto the couch after putting the twins down for a nap.

"It's been ages since we got me and you time," I say, leaning my head into his chest.

"Hey, that's our family. Gotta love it."

A/N: and that's the last chapter of Hollow!

I will be doing a sequel though, it will be called Problems.

It will be about the twins life in high-school. (Originally I put that they'd be moving to England but nah.

Okay, I'm out xx