EPILOUGE:

I get down on the carpet and after a bit of shifting around, get into Crow's pose.

Okay, steady, steady, maintain.

Very slowly, I push down with my arms and began lifting my legs.

Whoa ,whoa, whoa! Not that way! I grunt and manage to keep myself from falling forward and face planting.

That's it, steady, maintain your balance. Almost there. I lift my legs all the way, my eyes tightly shut to concentrate. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Brent, move your head."

Deep breaths, concentrate, bring your legs together, let the strength flow through your arms, and keep your core tight.

"Brent! Move your head or I'll cut it off!"

I cross my legs and open my eyes. The world is upside down, but there's my hubby Slade, sitting on the couch pointing menacingly at little Brent, who's standing in front of the TV.

Brent's face wrinkles up and he begins to cry.

"Slade!" I cry as my darling baby Brent goes screaming from the room.

"What?" Slade says, looking guilty. He points at the flat screen. "I'm trying to watch the telly!"

I frown at him angrily. He shifts his eyes from me to the TV. Brent's cries take up anew from one of the rooms down the hall.

"Oh, God damn it." Slade mutters and heaves himself off the couch.

A few minutes pass before I get out of position and Slade comes back into the room holding Brent in his arms. Brent's cheered up, probably because Slade gave him eggnog, which is frowned upon, but his go-to when Brent's upset.

"What do you say we take the little scamp out on a walk?" Slade asks, his eyes on Brent as he bounces him up and down in his arms. Brent giggles happily.

"Sounds good! But it's cold; I'll go change into something warmer." I turn and make my way toward the bedroom. These yoga pants would not stop the icy breeze that's whistling by outside.

"Okay, I'll get Brent suited up." I hear Slade call before I shut the door.

When I walk back into the foyer, Slade's holding Brent, who's been reduced to a fluffy blue marshmallow with two little brown eyes peeking out from underneath his yellow stocking cap. Slade smiles at me as I pass by to get my boots. He has a big coat on too and a grey and orange plaid scarf wrapped around his neck.

"What's with the scarf? Who do you think you are, Creek Stewart?" I say, giving him a weird look.

He frowns at me. "Who's that?"

"No one, just have some dignity and take off the scarf." I pull on my boots.

"But I thought it looked good! The grey compliments my silver streaks." He runs a free hand through his hair, giving me a saucy look.

I giggle/snort. "And the orange?"

"What? Orange is my favorite color, you know that."

"Whatever, let's go." I open the door and we step out, a family.

Who would have thought? A girl like me, small, young, and down to earth, would end up with a former villain like him. A tall, grumbly, stubborn, strong, horribly attractive old man? I smile happily and tip toe up to Slade to give him a peck on the cheek. "Hey there, Slade mah baby." I tease. He smiles roguishly back and sneaks a kiss on my lips. Yes, he is just the man for me, and together we brought my little pride and joy, Brent, into the world, who won't believe his parent's love story when he grows older.

Thank you, fate, God, whatever made this happen. Thanks a lot.

Thanks so much for sticking with me through this story! I didn't plan for it to get this long but I guess I just had so much story to tell!

I worked very hard on this fanfic and hope you all enjoyed it! If you really like the character of Chastity, let me know! I might upload a crossover I wrote concerning her, Slade, and Barry Allen!

Did you get the Brent joke? Please tell me you got the Brent joke! I really hope you liked my characters and writing! Please comment!

Peace out my sluggies!

-Slug Mamma

P.S: Here is a drawing I did of Slade and Chastity! story/63402746