Can't believe it's happening...

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t.m.

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Several years later

S C A R L E T T 💣

The summer sun beat upon my back relentlessly as I trudged up the small grassy hill that led to my father's gravestone. Rows of tombstones stood erect in silence to the left and right, in front and behind me. It was an odd time to go visit the graveyard, but I felt a sudden urge to do so today. It had been a short while since I've visited anyways.

Today was the day I discovered that my father was murdered about 10 or so years ago. It was also the day I met Harry for the first time, somewhat like our anniversary since we didn't remember exactly when did we officially became a couple. Harry promised to take me out tonight for dinner, making Liam and Louis watch the kids while we were gone. But right now, Harry was busy at the gym, training some new boxer who wanted to compete in future competitions. I too had a little work to do at the research company I used to intern at. They paid me pretty well for my research on proton radiography and X-ray crystallography. I guess you could say Harry and I have normal jobs now, as opposed to what we used to do for a living years ago.

I finally approached my father's grave, smiling down sadly at it as I held a bouquet of white tulips in my hands. Lowering myself to my knees to placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, before straightening my back again and flicking my gaze to the right. Right next to my father's tombstone was mine, the one The Organization put up for when I 'died'. It brought a small smile of amusement to my lips, before it disappeared when I remembered how much Harry suffered thinking I was dead when really, I wasn't. I remembered something Dexter told me when he was telling me about what happened while I was gone.

"Harry suffered a lot, but I feel like that was karma in a way. Y'know? For treating you like shit, and making you suffer."

I shook my head, freeing it from my thoughts as I focused on my father's grave again. A few memories of us together played right before my eyes, making me tear up a bit as I wished he was still alive. I missed him so terribly, and it hurt me that my children would never get to meet their grandfather. They won't ever get to meet any of their grandparents. My father was murdered, I killed my mother, Harry killed his father, and his mother died a few years ago from a car accident in England. Although, the only grandparents our kids would've been allowed to meet are my father and Harry's mother.

"I miss you, Dad," I murmured lowly, my voice breaking a bit. "I wish you were here with us. I wish you were the one to train me from the beginning. I wish you were there with me to walk me down the aisle. I wish you were here to train Amara in boxing, and Mabel in computer programing. I wish you were here to be there for Alek, because he really needs someone like you by his side because his ADHD makes him feel abnormal and it kills me to know that he feels like that," I whispered with a lone tear rolling down my cheek.

It was an absolute blessing to have Mabel and Amara turn out as prodigies in computer science and sports. It was quite unexpected to be honest. Mabel had already figured out how to program computers at the age of 5, whereas Amara could do the most impressive handsprings and splits as well as throw 100 punches in a minute. Alek however, struggled to keep up with his sisters. He was already diagnosed with ADHD and struggled immensely in school, but he too was talented just like them. He wasn't necessarily a prodigy, but the boy loved Art. He loved to draw and paint and sculpt because those were the only things he could find himself concentrating for long periods of time with a lot of patience.

But there were times he'd often feel down just because he wasn't a prodigy like his sisters, and because he had a mental disorder. People in his school would either pity him or scold him for being so troublesome and just so different. It really brought him down for some time until Spencer, his godfather, managed to get into his mind and talk some sense into him. After Spencer and Alek had that talk, Alek's self-esteem improved quite a lot, since his artwork was always admired and people praised him for such a wonderful talent especially when he was diagnosed with ADHD. It just showed that he could do anything despite him having a mental disorder.

"Scarlett."

A voice spoke up from behind me, making me snap my head towards that direction, sighing in relief when it was just my husband.

"Harry," I whispered in slight surprise, wiping away my tears and standing up from my seated position.

He gazed at me with soft, sympathetic eyes, a small sad smile dancing on his lips as he stood there in front of me. He then opened his arms up, encouraging me to walk into them and I did. His body was warm, and clean, as if he had taken a shower before coming here. My arms wound themselves tightly around his waist, face burying into his chest as he held me to him.

"I miss him too," Harry spoke up quietly, large hand running down the expanse of my back to comfort me. "He was the closest thing I had to a real father."

I bit my lip harshly to stop myself from crying again, feeling the tears build up in my eyes. My head pulled up from its curled position on his chest, gazing up at him with my teary brown eyes while he smiled down at me, sadly. His hand came up, rough fingertips stroking my cheek lovingly before he cupped it firmly and brought his lips down to meet mine. The kiss was short and simple, his soft lips molding over mine while I sighed in content. After all these years, I didn't think I would ever get used to the incredible feelings I received from kissing him. It was like all the negative feelings and emotions I would feel at the time would just vanish in an instant as soon as his lips touched mine.

"He would've been an incredible granddad," Harry told me sincerely, making me smile a little.

"Yeah, he would've," I sniffled with a nod, glancing back at the grave before sighing. "How did you find me?"

"I went home early because you said you'd be home around this time, but you weren't. So, I just assumed you'd be here because despite it being the day we first met, it was also the day you found your father..." he trailed off uncomfortably, not wanting to mention his death, but I simply nodded in response, biting my lower lip.

"Let's go have lunch because this is making me depressed and I don't want to feel depressed today. I want to feel happy, because today is the day I met you 10 or something years ago. I've lost count," I rambled a bit, laughing towards to end quietly, making Harry chuckle.

"We met in quite an odd way," he commented, reminiscing to that specific day.

"Yeah you slammed me into my front door and held a gun to my head," I rolled my eyes, making him frown and pout at me, before breaking out into a grin of amusement. "Not to forget, you were so close to me I could literally feel Harry Jr. against my ass."

"You did not!" Harry gaped, cheeks flushing while we walked back down the grassy hill, hand in hand.

"Don't deny it! You were trying to pin me to the damn house, I could've guessed the size of your dick just by how hard you were pressing into me," I said in an exaggerated manner, making him scoff and shake his head.

"Stop being so extra, Scar," he taunted, pinching my cheek with his other hand, making me yelp and slap his hand away.

Soon enough, we hopped into his car and drove off, looking for a place to have lunch.

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"We've come so far."

Harry looked at me with knitted brows, his lips curled slightly at the ends before he took a sip from drink and pondered on my words. We decided to order In-N-Out, because it was somewhat of a tradition now, and headed to a park where we could have a small picnic before going for some frozen yoghurt at Menchie's since that too was a tradition.

"We have," he nodded slowly. "So has everyone else."

"You were this cold jackass when I first met you," I couldn't help but chuckle a little, making him frown at me playfully.

"And you were this annoying, naïve nerd when I first met you," Harry shot back, making a laugh tumble from my lips at his words. We were both speaking the truth.

"But now, you're different. A very loving father, the sweetest husband ever, and my wonderful best friend," I said to him, watching my words make him smile shyly as he averted his gaze to his burger in his hands. "Not the cold, jackass of an assassin I met years ago." He let out a laugh at that.

"You're different too. So much stronger now, but you're just as selfless and compassionate like you were back then," he told me honestly, making me smile slightly. "My beautiful wife, the best mother to our kids, the greatest role model our daughters could ever have, and my fucking best friend."

"Harry," I gushed at the last sentence that he spoke, making him mumble 'it's true'. "I cried a lot though."

"That's not a bad thing. Crying is normal and you were in a tough situation! Father was murdered, and then you were thrown into an organization and were forced to become an assassin. On top of that, everyone was beating you up, I was an asshole to you when I should've been nice to you because I knew your dad-"

"Harry, it's fine! You don't have to defend the past me," I chuckled, watching him shrug sheepishly. "It's all in the past," I sighed in content, leaning back against the tree.

"It's still crazy how far we've made it," he mumbled under his breath. "Us; married with three kids. Louis and Liam; also married. Vicky and Spencer; also married. Damien still asexual. Jade, happily single and still adamant on never finding someone like Blaze."

"Sami, travelling the world. Dexter and Zia have that thing as well! Vlad and Max still happily killing people and being assassins," I continued saying, with a tiny grin playing on our lips.  

"What happened to Niall?" Harry questioned with a frown.

"I told you last week, he has a thing for Natalie now. He's still in The Organization."

"Natalie?" Harry gaped, cringing when he reminisced to his multiple hook-ups with her. "She's a hoe though."

"Harry," I laughed, shoving his shoulder gently, making him hold his hands up in defense. "She's different now. Much nicer, from what Jade's told me."

"Wow," Harry murmured with arched brows. "Shit loads have happened since we've been gone."

"Mhmm, we're now the normal ones out of our friends," I said with a roll of my eyes. "How did we go from loading guns to changing diapers?"

"Pretty much the minute you got pregnant, it all changed drastically," Harry shrugged. "But hey, I'm really happy we're together like this," he told me sincerely with a smile, making my heart warm up. "Together like this with our kids. A family."

"Me too, Harry," I told him with a smile, before we continued to eat and chat about random things.

"Do you really think we're done with The Organization?"

"Done with all the killing and running?" Harry arched a brow at me, making me shrug. "I hope so."

"What do you mean I hope so? We made a deal with them," I frowned lightly, adjusting my grip on my burger before taking a bite into it.

"I know Scarlett, but I also know that one day they're gonna call us for help, and we're gonna have to decide whether to get involved or not," Harry said with a small sigh.

"Would you want to help?" I asked him in a questioning tone.

"They're our friends after all, I want to help. But we can't because we left that part of our lives. We ran away from it, and we're hiding from it because right now this life is better. I prefer having to wake up early in the morning to attend our children's need rather than having to train for six hours straight non-stop."

"You're absolutely right," I nodded slowly, leaning back against the tree we were sitting by. "Our kids need us more than The Organization ever would. We can't risk our lives like that ever again," I said with a shudder, reminiscing to the two times I almost died, and the one other time Harry's life was almost taken away.

"We won't," Harry promised sincerely, making me smile slightly before he stuffed his face with the rest of his burger.

We continued to eat and chat about random mundane things. Soon enough, Harry discarded our trash before returning and plopping down beside me. He sat behind me against the tree, pulling me in between his legs with my back against his front and his arms wrapped loosely around my midriff. I leaned back with a content sigh, lacing our fingers together and resting our linked hands on my stomach.

"I never thought I'd find myself living a life like this," Harry whispered after a few moments of silence. "A normal life, with no killing, no lonely sleepless nights, no paranoia of dying. A normal life with a beautiful wife, three amazing kids and great friends," he continued to say with a smile.

"I've always wanted to have a life like this," I spoke up quietly. "But I thought it would never happen after I was taken in by The Organization. I thought I'd turn out like my father and stay an assassin for the rest of my life. Murdering people for a living," I shuddered, making Harry duck down to press a kiss to my cheek, comforting me. "But because of you, I now have this life, which I've always wanted," I said with a grin as I tilted my head to the side to face him. "Because of your promise, the one you've kept after all these years."

A soft smile curved into Harry's pink lips, his dimple appearing subtly as he leaned in, nudging his nose against my cheek and kiss it sweetly. I grinned at the cute action, turning my head to kiss him slowly, feeling our lips fit together into the gaps created like two pieces of a puzzle. In this kiss I reminisced to the first one I had with him. Even though it wasn't a special one and was only full of lust and desire, we both felt something shift inside of us. It was something deep within us that we thought never existed for one another. 

We left the park just as the sun began to set, visiting Sheun in Menchie's and having a laugh over how the first time Harry and I came there, we had a tiny fight over Harry admitting I was his girl. After that we headed over to Liam's apartment where Louis had moved in, both of us grinning from ear to ear when our children rushed to the door as soon as they saw us. The car ride home consisted of Louis teaching Amara how to break someone's wrist, whereas Mabel managed to fix Liam's computer, which was suffering from some sort of technological problem that Niall couldn't even fix.

Harry asked Alek what he did over at Louis and Liam's, making him grin a little when Alek pulled out his art journal from his backpack and showed us a drawing he did. I would be lying if I didn't say I felt tears in my eyes when he showed us a drawing of our family, saying that this drawing was the one he was the most proud of because he was able to concentrate and work really hard on it for long periods of time. Something he struggled with immensely and worked on improving.

When we got home, Harry took Alek to the side, telling me that he was going to talk to him after what he overheard me say about Alek when I was near my father's grave. He told me that was the only thing he heard me say as it was the last thing I said at the graveyard before he arrived. Harry told Alek that he was special, and that we named him Aleksander because of Aleksander the Great and that we believe Alek was a great kid, and would soon grow up into a great man. Harry told his son that whenever he felt down because of his mental disorder, he just had to remember his name and that he was named after one of the greatest kings in Greek history.

That night, I read to the twins. I felt my eyes droop with exhaustion from the boredom of reading 'The Art of Computer Programming' to Mabel. It was the same for Amara and her favorite book, which was some autobiography of a famous gymnast. I sighed with relief when they were both asleep, kissing their foreheads and murmuring to them that I loved them. I trudged over to Alek's room, peering through the crack that the door created with a smile playing on my lips. Harry was talking to Alek, admiring each drawing Alek was showing Harry.

I knocked on the door, hearing Alek mumble a 'come in' before I entered, a grin etching upon my face when he looked up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, lips stretching into a wide smile. Harry and I sat on either side of the bed near Alek, listening to him ramble on about each drawing in detail as we sat there with soft smiles dancing on our lips. After some time, Alek got tired and decided to sleep. Harry and I wished him goodnight with kisses and 'I love you's before heading back to our own room.

The day ended with Harry and I making love. Our lips were joined in a deep, passionate kiss while articles of our clothing dropped to the floor one by one. I was taken against the sheets slow and deep, driving far into me with heavy thrusts that had me breathless. Our bodies were intertwined as Harry held me close to him, his face buried into the crook of my neck while I had my legs wound around his hips, fingertips digging into the flesh of his back. He left a constellation of bruises across the skin of my chest, claiming that he needed to mark me some way if not on my neck, why not my breasts.

Our fingers were laced as Harry pushed our joined hands back against the mattress, forehead resting against mine, swollen lips parted with heavy pants fanning against each other's lips. We reached our highs with rough, deep thrusts. Harry's tattooed arms wrapped securely around my midriff while my fingers were gripping his short hair, heels of my feet hooks over his thighs as he pushed into me one last time, body pressing against mine that dug into the firm mattress.

He spilled into his condom as I came over his length, our soft, quiet moans filling up the quiet dark room. We laid there in utter bliss, breathing heavily against each other's lips with our eyes closed, slightly overwhelmed. When I opened my eyes, I found Harry gazing at me with utmost love and admiration. He mumbled a joke about finally being able to cum without having one of our kids walking in. I let out a blissful laugh at that, noticing how his eyes lit up as I laughed. He ducked down to catch my lips in a firm kiss. My lips puckered against his as I kissed him firmly, hand cupping his strong jaw while we held the kiss for a few seconds before breaking it.

Harry gazed at me with his bright green eyes, so full of love as he spoke a few words that made my heart leap in my chest.

"I love you, Scarlett."

I grinned widely at his words, tilting my head up to kiss his lips again, shortly before I whispered a few special words back to him.

"I love you, Harry."

"Always?"

"Always."

THE END

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brb crying cuz it's the end

I really really really really hope you guys liked this epilogue and was satisfied with.

I'm gonna put up a part after this with pictures of like the Harlett wedding, the kids and etc. Then I'll put up the Q&A and a thank you note so stay tuned ☺️☺️☺️

Until we meet again...

t.m.