Broken Hearts Reveal Demons

Katelyn had messed up, and she knew it. The one thing she wanted to know was how to fix it. Her world was crumbling around her, and the one she needed with her most was unreachable, all because of her. She felt like crying, but she couldn't. Firefist's don't cry. The only thing she could do was try and fix the problem she had started, for if she failed, the love of her life could kill others, or himself, and she could never live with herself if she let that happen. Not on her watch.

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8. Epilogue

Ten years later...

Katelyn was laying on the couch that her and Travis had bought years ago. Her hands were over her belly, which was now larger, considering she was with child. Her third child, to be more specific. Her first two were twins, of course with Travis, and were about four years old. The twins were named Aiden and Emily, and they mostly resembled their father, with his white hair and the freckles that passed down from his mother, but with Katelyn's eyes and wavy hair texture. Her and Travis had been married for almost eight years to this day, and were happily in love with each other every passing second of their lives.

Aiden was playing with his crayons and sketchpad he had gotten for his fourth birthday, and Emily was cuddling with her mother on the couch as the Saturday cartoons played to entertain her. Katelyn was laying on her back with her daughter laying on her legs with her head resting on her stomach, which was carrying her child that was about three months away from delivery. Emily was counting along with the characters that were on the television, and clapped her hands each time she answered a question correctly. Katelyn looked up from her book and smiled at her young girl, and went back to reading. The sun was nearing the time to set, which meant that Travis would return home from work to his family soon.

Katelyn and her children waited for around fifteen minutes before they heard the sound of keys fitting into the front door. Aiden and Emily jumped up excitedly and ran to the door, almost tripping on each other in the process. Katelyn smiled happily and caught them after getting up and following behind them. She lifted her kids up to her level, holding them against her hips to balance them at the same time. Her children's laughs contained such joy as they giggled, a sound that was music to her ears.

The front door was pushed open to show that it was indeed Travis standing there, keys to the house in his hand and a smile on his face. He stepped inside their house and was greeted by his children shrieking with joy as their little hands reached out for him. His smile grew larger as he picked up his children, simultaneously planting a kiss on Katelyn's forehead.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," she welcomed him as their two rugrats hugged him tightly, her smile just as large as his. After the kids let go, she picked them up once again and sat them on the couch, then walked into the kitchen to begin making dinner. 

Travis sat on the couch with his kids and pulled them into his lap, inducing the children to giggle once again with a sound so merry and bright to any who listen. He hugged them once again, and as his children began to watch the cartoons as they were before, his eyes slowly lowered to the framed pictures on the mantle of their fireplace. There was a very old picture of he and his mother, and the photos became more recent as the line continued, with him and Katelyn in high school, their marriage proposal photo, the photo of the wedding, and a family photo of the two parents with their children. 

Travis felt a smile creep onto his face as his eyes lingered on the last photo. He remembered everything that had happened before the current day, and although it was painful, he was glad everything had happened.

Katelyn slowly wandered behind him, and put a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at his wife and smiled at her, as she did back. 

They both could feel it, and they both knew the other could. What they could feel was a certainty that whatever happened, they could make it through together. They've survived the past, and were stronger to handle the future. 

Katelyn was never a fan of happy endings, but now she knew it was because the happy endings she read in fairy tales was because they were not her own happy ending.

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