Thirteen Months and Two Babies Later:
Today we celebrate my two beautiful boys’ birthdays. One year ago they were born. They look more like toddlers. Everyone important is here to celebrate with us. Gertrude, Robert, Dmitri, and Jane, my mother—who finally came around—my stepfather, Rose and Lysander.
Six months ago Rose and Lysander were married. She had a daughter and she is beautiful. Her name is Lyla. My sons’ names are Milos and Thaddian. They mean the world to me. As I sit watching my mother play with the kids, I can’t help but think how just a year and a half ago I confessed my love for Marius.
Marius sits beside me with his hand over mine. “So, Gertrude, Jane, when are you going to start families?” Marius asks.
“Didn’t you know Marius? Gertrude and I already have children.” Jane replies.
“Really?!” Marius asks bewildered.
“Yes. We each have two. They are staying with friends right now because we didn’t want to overcrowd you guys.” Gertrude says.
“You could have brought them.” I smile.
“That’s sweet.” Jane smiles.
“How old are they?” I ask.
“Mine are seven months and three months.” Jane says.
“Mine are eight months and two months.” Gertrude says. “I could have sworn we wrote you a letter about them.”
“It’s okay. You may have and I just forgot.” Marius says.
“I should make more blood.” I say. I get up from the table and go into the kitchen. I start to make the blood when I feel hands wrap around my waist.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Marius whispers in my ear.
“No. Why don’t you remind me.” I giggle. He starts kissing my neck and I can’t help but smile. This is my life now and I wouldn’t go back to my old life for anything in the world. I finish the blood and the two of us head back outside. The kids stop playing to come up to the patio and drink their blood. As the sun goes down, I watch the sun set with a full heart. My happily ever after.