EPILOGUE
MORGANWONDEREDIFsomeone could burst from happiness. If they could, she would. When she gave birth to the twins, she was exhausted, but euphoric.
“And do you have names picked out for them?”
He nodded. “If you don’t mind, I would like to name them Alexius and Athena.”
Athena, the proud aunt, was in the room, beaming.
“I would like that,” she said.
“We don’t have to. If you fear the names might be cursed.”
“I don’t fear that. There’s far too much love for a curse to continue to exist.”
“On that, my dear wife, we can agree.”
“Perhaps it is fate that we should be happy,” she said.
“I heard it said once, we do not have to wait for perfection to claim happiness.”
“I said that.”
He smiled. “But I believe we may have found perfection.”
She kissed him, all the love in her heart pouring out of her like a wave. She was vulnerable, and so was he. And she was overjoyed. “I believe, my dearest husband, you are right.”
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