Epilogue

Fahmeen's POV:

I was shocked when I found out.

"He's... he's dead?"
My stomach drops. The back of my throat hurts. Rolf silently pulls me in for a hug as we stand opposite the doctor.

They found us because of his car. As it was a rental, the company were able to track our location.

My eyes catch my mother's and she looks devastated. It was her car that killed him. She told me she couldn't stop. Not after everything, and I understood her. But that still didn't stop this sadness I felt towards my father. How he left this world doing something so evil after living an evil life. Even after his death, he still manages to manipulate me.

"I wish I could switch it off."
My voice is quiet but he hears every word.
"I know, baby. I know."

Present

"Angus."
"Yeah? I'm happy with that." Rolf says, eyes wet with nervous excitement.
"Okay Mrs. Ango, push. Your little boy misses his brother."
Angus is crying and my eyes stay on his little body being taken to get cleaned up. I hold onto my husband's hand, panting with exhaustion. The labour was long and tedious.
I begin to push again, the hardest I could muster before I hear his cries.
The look of relief on Rolf's face tells me everything I need to know. I can't stop the tiredness as my eyes force themselves to close. A smile ghosts my face when I hear him panic and the doctors reassuring him I'm okay.
Just tired.

...

"Everybody, welcome Angus and Dario."

There were excited hushed voices surrounding us as we arrived home. Home as in New England, USA.
We decided we were the happiest here. A fresh start. Rolf started his own business with River doing woodwork. He called it 'Willow'.
In the future, I've thought about going into teaching myself.

"Oh look at them." Elizabeth coos as she stands over the twins in their Moses baskets. Their eyes are bright green, hair as black as mine. I can already spot every little difference between them though most wouldn't tell them apart. Rolf hasn't stopped staring at them since they left my womb. I've also noticed he's hardly let go of my hand either.
"I'm going to go clean up." I kiss his hand. He looks away from his conversation and lets his eyes focus on me for a second as they register what I just said. He finally nods and lets me go.

It was strange walking away from my babies. Even for a short while. I look back as I climb the stairs. Both of our families are here. Neither could miss the highly anticipated birth of the first set of twins we'd all experienced in our generation.

As my pregnancy developed and the drama surrounding my father died down, Rolf began a project. It was what inspired his business. The giant willow tree in the back garden, the one we married under? Well, he spent the remaining nine months crafting a tree house out of it fit for our boys. He said he it was a way their sister would always look out for them.

As a show of gratitude for all his help, Rolf asked River to become his business partner. It was something beautiful to watch them work alongside each other. Their friendship truly flourished as they did.

...

"It's a little sore, but I'm fine."
"Okay." He kisses my forehead and we settle back underneath the covers. Our boys slept soundlessly next to us in their cribs.
"I've already figured out their personalities." Rolf looks a little smug as he puts his hands behind his head.
"Angus is our little angel. His thumb is never quite far from his lips, and he's asleep majority of the time. Whereas-
"Dario is baby Lucifer."
We both start laughing. But I'm quick to quieten us down before he wake them.
"Can you see the curls yet?" I ask. Dario seems to have curly/wavy hair whereas Angus' is like mine was - straight.
"Yeah. Apparently I was a mini Timberlake so we know where he got that from."
I kiss his naked chest, feeling fulfilled and happy.

"Thank you. For everything. I love you, I really do."
He sits up and makes me too. His hand is warm as they caress my face. The light in his green eyes stare back at me, I see content and pride there.
"And I love you."