Okie, don't judge me. I've been wanting to do an epilogue for, like, ever, but haven't had the time. I know it's like, 20 million years late, and it probably sucks ass, but hey, EPILOGUE.

Emil's POV

I sigh in contentment as I stare at my beautiful wife. She sleeps soundly in my arms, snuggled up to my bare chest. "I never knew that I'd marry my dream girl," I whisper as I caress her cheek. Her lips tug up into a small smile and I lay back down.

A few minutes later, I hear her quiet voice. "E-Emil...."

"Yes, my love?"

"I-I don't feel-" before she finished her sentence, she darts out of the bed to the bathroom. I cringe as the noises reach my ears.

"U-Um, you alright in there?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yea, I'm-" her words were interrupted by more vomiting noises.

"I'll get you some water," I deadpan as I walk to the kitchen.

"Hey, tough guy," Mr. Puffin greets me from his cage.

"Hello," I keep my eyes away from his figure as he attempts to butter me up.

"Lemme outta this cage now, will ya?" He sweetly asks in his rough voice.

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Because," I glare at him. "You're a frikin' cockblocker!"

"You didn't even do it last night, though!" He pouts.

"Your just a really creepy third wheel, ok?" I get (Name's) water and walk back into our room. I gasp as I see my wife sprawled across the bed, looking as if she died. "(Name)?"

"Damn this virus!" She cursed as she pulls her knees to her chest. "It's killin' me!"

"Yea," I whisper as she takes the water. "You didn't feel like that yesterday, right?" She nods in affirmation. "I wonder why you're feeling sick, all of the sudden."

"Same," she sighs as she finished her water. "Hey, don't you have work today?"

"No, I requested a day off."

"Why?"

"I wanted to go out with you today, but I guess that won't happen!" I laugh nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

Tears welling up in her eyes, she wraps her arms tightly around my waist. "Awwww, Emil! I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault, (Name)." I reassure her as I stroke her hair.

"B-But you wanted to spend time with me!" She cries. "You took a whole day off, just for me!"

"Yea, but just being with you is fine with me."

"Really?" Her waterfall tears instantly cease and she smiles at me sweetly. "Thank you!" She squeezes my stomach and I gasp for air.

"C-Can't breathe!"

"Sorry!" She laughs. Her stomach growls and she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I'm hungwy."

I raise an eyebrow at her speech. "Um, hungwy?"

"Yas!" She says, rubbing her head against me. "I is so hungwy, Emil!"

"Can't you speak proper english?"

"Nu!" She whines. "Not when I be so hungwy!"

"Fine, fine." I pick her up bridal style and walk her to the living room and lay her on the couch. "What do ya' want?"

"Hmm..." She thinks, staring at the ceiling while deep in though. "Chocolate and pickles!"

"What?! Ew!" I scrunch my nose up in disgust. "That's disgusting!"

"Just gimme the damn chocolate and the fuckin' pickles!" She screams as she glares at me.

"Ok, ok!" I calm her down by getting her the desired foods. I watch in horror as she eats the two together as if it was normal to do so. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine!" She says with her mouth full of chocolate pickles. "I just wanted this, I'm not sure why."

*Ring* *Ring*

I pick up my phone and read the name displayed on the screen.

Matthias

"Aw," I answer it. "Hello?"

"Heya, Icey!" He greets. "How are ya?"

"Tired," I sigh. "Very, very tired."

"Having a wife can do that to ya!" I can practically hear the smirk on his lips as he laughs at me.

"My wife has nothing to do with my fatigue!" I growl. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"Well, I'm throwin' a party, and wanted to invite you and your oh so beautiful wife."

"Well, (Name's) not feeling well today, so no, we can't come to your party."

(Name's) head shoots up to look at me. "Party? What party?"

I shake my head and she stands, walking over to me.

"Aww, c'mon! We're all getting together!"

"I told you no, Matthias!" The struggle in my voice was clear as day as I tried to keep (Name) from getting my phone. Her (e/c) started to gloss over, and tears started to fall. Matthias heard her loud sobs and instantly questioned me. "What did you do to (Name), Emil?!"

"Nothing!" I insist.

"Why can't I have the phone?" She sobs. "We've been married for three years, Emil! Have you grown tired of me? Do you not trust me?" I think for a second, and hand her the phone. Her tears instantly stop and she talks into the small device. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mathias!" She walks away from me, but I follow along. "A party? Of course! I'm fine. What time? We'll be there. Ok, bye!"

She hangs up the phone and smiles. "Thank you, Emil!" She stands on her tip toes to give my cheek a kiss before running to our room to change.

Women....

We drove to Matthias house right after (Name) finished changing. She wore the (f/c) dress she had gotten from Feliks and Toris three years ago. "Who knew it'd still fit like a glove!" She smiled happily. She forced me into a nice black suit, with a purple tie. "You look so handsome, Emil~!"

I roll my eyes as I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Yea, thanks. You look beautiful."

"Awwww," she ruffles my hair as she gazes at me. "I've known you for six years, dated you for two, married for three, and you still manage to fill my stomach with butterflies!"

"Good to know."

We arrive at Matthias' house to find everyone that we used to work with present as well.

"(Name)! Emil!" Tino ran up and slung his arms around us, snuggling his cheek against (Name's). "It's been forever! How've you been?"

"We've been great!" (Name) smiles. "How have you and Berwald been?"

Berwald's eyes shoot to is as he heard his name. Tino releases us and runs to him, throwing his arms cutely around the tall Swedish man. "We adopted a child!"

"What?!" I accidentally raise my voice in disbelief. Berwald takes out his phone and shows us pictures.

"His name is Peter!" He says as he scrolls through the many happy photos.

"He looks so precious!" (Name) coos. "When will we get to meet him?"

"Soon," Tino reassures her. "He's staying with our friend right now. We have had a lot of business outside of the city and didn't want to stress Peter by bringing him different places every day."

"We'll be retrieving him tomorrow." Berwald's lips form a small smile.

"Aww, that's so great!" My wife places her hands together, trying to handle the cuteness.

"Say," Matthias breaks into the conversation, being followed by Lukas. "When are you gonna finally have a baby?" He pats (Name) on the stomach and I slap his hand away.

I wrap my arms protectively around (Name), pulling her to my chest. "Mine."

"Yea, yea!" Matthias hiccups as he asks again. "So, when are you gonna have a baby?"

"I would like to know, too." Lukas adds.

"What? Why?"

"I want to be an uncle."

"Ok...." I avert my gaze from my brother and look down at (Name) who looks sick to her stomach. "Uh-"

"Outta the way!" She breaks free from my arms and runs to Matthias' bathroom slamming the door behind her. We all sit in silence as we hear her groan in pain.

"Is she ok?" Lukas asks.

"I think so," I reply. "She's been like this all day."

Tino thinks for a second before asking, "Like what?"

"Well," I begin, recalling all of the strange events that happened today. "She slept extremely late which is unusual for her, she threw up a few times when she woke up, she requested chocolate and pickles, and had weird mood swings."

"My god!" Matthias yells. We all look to him, expecting an explanation. "Chocolate and pickles? Why didn't I think of that?!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong." Tino sighs as the others simply nod their heads.

"Well, maybe it's a girl thing?" I theorize.

"Exactly!"  New voice chimes in. We all look at the door and see Feliks posing confidently, Toris standing behind him. "It is a girl thing."

"Huh?" I tilt my head. (Name) comes out of the bathroom and spots the two. "FELIKS! TORIS!" She runs to them with open arms, tackling them to the ground.

"Hey, babe!" Feliks kisses her cheek, smirking up at me.

"H-Hello, (Name)!" Toris smiles.

We help them up and Feliks instantly puts his ear to (Name's) stomach. "Hey! That's my wife your touching!"

"Yea, yea. Hold on, wet blanket." Feliks listens and we stand there in silence. "Just as I expected!"

"What?" (Name) asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"My little (Name) is pregnant!"

Everyone's eyes open wide. Lukas faints into Toris' arms. and Matthias does the most dramatic spit take ever.

"P-Pregnant?!" I nearly choke on the air as the word processes in my mind.

"No way!" (Name) covers her mouth with a smile on her face. "Emillllllll!" She rushed into my arms and snuggles close, rubbing her cheek against my chest. "I wonder if he's right...."

"And," I gulp, "If he is?" She looks up at me with a sweet smile on her face. "I'd be the happiest woman alive."

(Name) soon decided it was time for us to leave. Everyone exchanged hugs, and told us to call if something... Exciting... happened.. "Can we please go pick up some pregnancy tests?"

"O-Of course." I drive to the store and I watch in silence she runs in. I brush my silver bangs from my face and close my eyes tight in fear.

Oh my god... What if she is pregnant?

After about two minutes, she comes out of the store with a full bag. "How many did you buy?!"

"One might be unreliable," she laughs, "But ten might be truthful!"

I sigh and drive off again. The drive home is a long, silent one. At a stoplight, I look over to see (Name) sleeping, her hand on her armrest. I reach over and grasp it tightly, bringing it to my lips. "No matter what happens," I whisper, "I'll be with you forever." I stare at her engagement ring, and our wedding ring which accompanied it.

I'm so happy you're mine.

When we arrive home, I attempted to awake my sleeping beauty. "C'mon, we're home now!"

"Fuck off!" She growls. I gasp, and her eyes snap open. "Oh, I'm sorry, Emil," she looks at the ground. "I'm just really tired..."

"It's ok," I kiss her cheek as I take her in my arms, closing the door behind us as I walk into the house. "Everyone's cranky when they're tired."

I lay her on our bed, and she opens the bag of the small tests. "Ok, so should I try one now?"

I raise my eyebrow in suspicion. "You said you were tired earlier."

She averts her gaze bashfully. "I kinda just said that so you'd carry me in..."

"(Name)!" I whine.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" She laughs and squirms as I tickle her stomach. "Q-Quit it, Emil!"

"No," I smirk, "This is for lying to me!"

"B-But-" her words were cut off by a fit of laughter. By the time I finished tickling her, we were both exhausted. I lay down, wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her body against mine. "I do hope I'm pregnant, though." She sleepily whispers as she turns and kisses me.

"Why?"

"Because I've always wanted to be a mom," she smiles, "And I know you'd make a great dad, Emil."

My eyes shoot open and I quickly inhale. "Yea, I-I guess so..."

She cuddles up against me, being the perfect little spoon. "I love you, Emil, so much that my heart hurts."

I kiss her head and tighten my grip on her. "I love you more, (Name)." As she silently drifts off to sleep, my thoughts keep me awake.

What if I don't make a good father? I didn't have one; Lukas cared for me. What if I can't provide for all of us? Well, I would gladly give up my food to feed (Name) and our baby. But... What if that's not enough?

The next morning, I open my eyes to a shriek. I look to the bed, but (Name) wasn't in my arms. "(Name)!" I desperately search around the house for my beloved, scared she was hurt.

"E-Emil!" Her voice echoed from the bathroom, and I threw the door open. There she was: crouching on the ground, hair covering her face, tears wetting the floor. "What's wrong?!" I question, embracing her tightly. "T-That!" She points to all of the pregnancy tests.

All of them showed positive.

"I-I'm pregnant!" She wraps her arms around my neck as I blankly stared off into space. "I'm carrying your baby!" Her sobs of joy echoed around me as I drowned in fear. She pushed away from the hug and stared at me. "A-aren't you happy, Emil?"

"Of course!" Beads of sweat fall from my forehead. "I just-"

"You're not happy!" Her face disappears into her hands as tears stream down her face. "You're gonna leave me, aren't you!"

"What?!" My instincts kick in and I squeeze her in my arms. "Never!" I assure her. "I would never leave you! Especially when," I gently caress her stomach, "We have made something as special as a baby, together." She smiles through her tears and roughly cups my cheeks, crashing her lips into mine. I look away as her lips leave mine. "I'm just scared."

"Of what, Emil?"

"I'm scared I won't be a good father!" The emotions I've kept hidden rush up into my voice. "I'm scared I won't be there for you and our child! I'm scared I won't be able to province for us! I'm-" (Name) presses her index finger to my lips.

"No more being afraid," she smiles. "You'll be a great father. You'll be everything our child needs. Don't give in to fear, my love." I wrap my arms tightly around her and hide my tear stained face in the crook of her neck.

"I hope you're right..."

(Name) couldn't help but to spread the word to about everyone we knew. We got a visit from my brother and friends, who spent way too much time with (Name), and a few baby outfits from Toris and Feliks. "We don't know if it's a boy or a girl, so we decided to give you outfits for both genders!" Feliks gushed. I was happy to receive all of the support, but my fears still dug at me, eating me from the inside out.

~*~9 Months Later~*~

"Mr. Steilsson!" The nurse calls.

"Huh?! What!" I had dozed off, but my head shoots up in the direction of her voice.

"You wife has gone into labor! She's asking for you!" She gestures inside the hallway and I sprint inside. "Room 524!"

I throw open the door and I hear (Name) moan in pain. "Push!"

"I'm trying!" She gasps. When she sees me, her eyes light up like the Fourth of July. "Emil, you're here! I'm so- AHH!" Her words cease to exist as her body trembles. I tightly grasp her hand, bringing it to my cheek. "It hurts," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I know, I know," I kiss her forehead to comfort her. "I'll be here with you every step of the way."

Nine excruciating hours later, a loud cry was heard. (Name's) smile instantly returns as she hears the healthy cry of our child. "You did it!" I proudly kiss her on her lips, her tears wetting my face.

The doctors finish cleaning off the baby, and hold the tiny bundle out to (Name). "A healthy baby boy."

She takes him in his arms, and we gaze at him together. "He has your hair color," I whisper as I stroke his hair. "And your lips."

"Really?" She answers. "He has your nose!" As she gently rubs noses with the newborn, he quietly opens his eyes to reveal soft, violet hues. "He has your eyes..."

"He's beautiful!" I blink back the tears welling up in my eyes and (Name) holds him out to me. "Can I?"

"Of course," she giggles, "He's your child, too."

I gently take my son in my arms, holding him close to my chest. "I never knew a day like this would come..."

"Life is full of surprises," (Name) sighed in exhaustion. The nurse
re-enters the room with a notepad in hand and asks, "What would you like to name your beautiful angel?"

I look at (Name), and she smiles sadly. "I was thinking the name Ivan." I gasp and look back at my child.

Of course...

"That's perfect!" I agree. "Ivan Anthony Steilsson." As I gaze at Ivan Anthony, he looked up at me, and smiled, showing his toothless grin. He raised his tiny hand and grasped the finger I used to lower the blanket from his small, round face. In his eyes and in his smile, I knew that my friend still lived on in our memories, while helping us create new ones. I gently smile back at him and he falls asleep in my arms. I return him to (Name), who has also fallen asleep, and take out my phone to take a picture of the precious moment. I silently examine the picture with joy: (Name), my beautiful wife, holding Ivan Anthony, our beautiful child. I smile to myself as I watch them sleep.

Our new life has finally begun.

Fin ~