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I sit on the edge of the bed, curling an arm around her as she cradles him. I touch his tiny back—warm, soft, alive—and press my lips to her temple again.
“You gave me a life I never thought I’d have,” I whisper. “You gave me a reason to believe in something other than blood and vengeance. Thank you.”
She turns her face up to mine, eyes shining. “We did it, Adrian.”
I nod. “Yeah. We did.”
And right there, in that hospital room with the woman I love and the son I never thought I’d deserve, I finally feel it.
Peace.
Real, honest, beautiful peace.
Epilogue – Jennie
The sound of laughter drifts through the garden, tangled up with the scent of grilled meat, summer wine, and blooming jasmine. There’s music playing low from a speaker in the corner—one of Zoe’s chaotic playlists, which means we’ve gone from Ed Sheeran to Bad Bunny to Elvis Presley in the last twenty minutes.
It’s chaotic. It’s loud. It’s perfect.
I sit on the patio, barefoot, wine glass in hand, watching as the people I love fill every inch of our home with life.
Zoe and Violet are bickering about who’s better at charades. Logan is half-lounging on the grass with a beer in one hand, talking to Kaz about something I can’t hear.
And in the center of it all—Adrian.
He’s holding our son, Grayson.
It’s the most disarming thing to see. This powerful, ruthless man I once feared, walking around with a giggling one-year-old balanced effortlessly on his arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I swear, our son has him completely wrapped around his little fingers. One soft whimper, one scrunched little face, and Adrian melts into this gentle, attentive man who would burn down the whole world to make it better again.
I love watching them. Every day. Every hour. It’s like falling in love a thousand times over.
“You’re staring,” Violet says, sinking into the chair beside me and stealing a sip of my wine. “Again.”
I smile into my glass. “Can you blame me?”
“No,” she admits, grinning. “You got your dark prince. And now you’ve turned him into a dad who changes diapers and reads bedtime stories.”
I laugh, heart full. “He still swears at the cartoons though.”
She laughs too. “Some things never change.”
Across the lawn, Adrian catches my gaze. He mouths,You okay?
I nod. I’m more than okay.
He walks over and leans down to kiss me, our son squealing happily between us.
“Need anything?” he murmurs, brushing a curl away from my cheek.
“Nothing,” I whisper. “I have everything.”
I mean it.
A year ago, I didn’t think I’d survive this life. But now, I’m not just surviving—I’m thriving. I have a man who loves me like it’s his religion. A son who giggles like sunshine. A family forged through fire and war, but standing strong, laughing loud, living fully.
This life may have come out of chaos. But what we’ve built together—it’s peace. It’s power. It’s ours. And I wouldn’t change a single thing.
