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Well, guys, this is it. It seems a bit early, but I've got Wesker in my head threatening my life. And the only thing I can think to do with this story is to give it a good, happy ending. There might be a sequel, I'm not sure. But I can probably come up with something.
So, without further ado, I give you the final chapter of The Hardest Choice of All.
Thank you for favoriting, following, and reviewing. For those who laughed at Wesker and his "nervous little schoolgirl" moments, to those who were biting their nails alongside Jill, thank you.
Love always,
Avoline
Jill smiled as the children ran around the back yard. After the incident at the Spencer Manor, Albert was offered a high paying job with the Central Intelligence Agency. Shortly after that, when Jill was in her third trimester with Anna, he surprised her by buying the house they now lived in. With four bedrooms, there was more than enough room for a family.
Anna Lynn was born, weighing seven pounds, nine ounces. At the age of eight now, she had her dad's blond hair, with Jill's brown eyes. Already in the ninth grade, her intelligence was well above that of others her age, proving that she had the same mind as her father. Her best subject was, of course, science, and she had an answer for every question.
Jason was born only three years after Anna. With darker hair and green eyes, he had apparently inherited Jill's skill of opening locked doors. She would never forget Albert's face when he found out the boy had broken into school. He wound up shooting at a dead tree for four hours after grounding the boy.
For crying out loud, the poor child is only five!
"Kids, time for dinner," she called. "Your dad cooked up lasagna tonight." The two bolted to the back door, and she turned, catching a glance at her husband.
She loved him more than life itself.
Wesker smiled as his children put themselves to bed. He was proud, as any father would be. An eight year old already in high school and a five year old on the same reading level as those twice his age. What more could one ask for?
"Albert," Jill murmured as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. "What are you thinking right now?" He turned around in her embrace and pulled her against his body.
"I'm thinking I've got everything I could possibly want," he answered. He groaned as a hand slid from his back to his groin.
"Really, now," she breathed.
"You minx."
"You love it."
"That I do, Mrs. Wesker. That I do."
P.S: I know this chapter is short, but like I said before, I'm not really sure how else to end it. Hope you enjoy!
