Epilogue
"Wilkommen im Tokio Hotel. Zimmer 483." Hundreds of girls' screams echo across the stadium. I sit off to the side and watch as my boys take the stage. Even at twenty-two the twins still shake.
Four years have passed since that fateful day at the talent show. Now Tokio Hotel is an international band. I look on with pride as I take it in.
"I stare at the man who was once my boyfriend. His black hair is still all over the place. I place my hand on my round belly as I feel a particularly hard kick.
"Ow! Thank you baby," I say. My wedding band gleams and I read the words inscribed on the outside.
"To Me You'll Be Forever Sacred." A single, happy tear falls.