A/N Before you read let me remind you this is Sascha/Tirla. If you think its cradle snatching and wrong, don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy!
When they first met she was twelve and he was thirty-three.
Three months later a pre-cognitive flash told him they would marry. She already knew.
He first kissed her on her fifteenth birthday, a light brushing of the lips.
She first kissed him half a second later when she pulled him back down for a proper kiss.
Four months before she was sixteen, he proposed to her, in front of their families.
They were married on her sixteenth birthday with all their families and friends there to celebrate. His brother was best man and her foster father gave her away.
They had a two-week honeymoon in a secret location. It was there that they conceived.
Nine months later, their beautiful twin daughters were born.
Three years later, they had a son. In the time since almost all of their friends had married and had children of their own.
His own children had married and had had children of their own. Three of his eight grandchildren were also married and his eldest granddaughter was expecting a son very soon.
He had also lost friends and family. His oldest friend and her husband had died, leaving two sons and several grandchildren. His brother had died ten months ago, also leaving behind a large family.
He looked at the large group of family and friends around his bed and smiled.
He beckoned his wife closer and kissed her, then kissed each of his children.
He kissed his wife again and smiled.
With a final exhalation, smile on his lips, Sascha Roznine, age eighty-nine, passed away peacefully in the company of those who meant the most to him.