Well, here it is. The last chapter. Sadness. I never wanted to finish this story. I fell in love with this. I'll post the pictures for this story either today or tomorrow and I'll have the links on my profile. The song that is mentioned in this chapter is really beautiful. You should go check it out. Longer A/N as the bottom, but I hope you enjoy the last chapter . . .
I don't own Vampire Academy . . .
Six Years Later
I searched around the bed, feeling the sheets and realizing there was a body there. I peeked open my eyes and noticed, my son Bentley—second child that was now three years old—was still sleeping. A thunderstorm could hit and I could guarantee you this boy would still be sleeping. He got his sleeping abilities from his dad. Well, everything about Bentley, he had inherited from his dad. The ash-blonde hair, the green eyes that flashed blue at times, and the one million dollar smile. I just hoped this boy would inherit the brains of his daddy as well.
I leaned down to kiss his forehead as I went to the bathroom to ready myself for the rest of the day. It was when I was inside the closet randomly searching for clothes that I felt nauseous that I got most every morning. I was three days late. I'd been three days late before. And it was when I'd been pregnant with Bentley and Tyler.
I was shaking as I walked in the bathroom. I so did not want another baby right now. I didn't want another baby . . . ever! Callan and I had decided that the two boys we had were enough. Yes, they were good boys, alone, but when they teamed up . . . it was hell. But I loved my boys to death.
Callan had graduated to become a surgeon, but was still going to school to get better and learn the new things. He wasn't around the house a lot, but when he was, we spent those days as a family should. We would go fishing. We'd watch movies. We'd do anything an average family would do. I, however, was in the process of opening my own flower shop. It was my dream and I didn't see any reason in not pursuing it.
I walked inside the bathroom, reaching inside the cabinets to pull out that scary stick that was a pregnancy test. These tests gave instant results. Three minutes later, I found out I was pregnant. I stalked off into the kitchen, taking my now-awake son with me. I kissed my other boy, Tyler, on the forehead and I walked over to Callan and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"Good morning, dear." I said a little too cheery.
"Great morning, sweetheart." He said a little naughty. "Last night was amazing."
"Of course it was. You say that every morning, don't you have something else to say?"
He stared at me for a couple of seconds. "You were an animal last night."
I had a coughing/laughing fit. Callan rolled his eyes and came up behind me and put his arms around me. "Look, Maya," he said turning us so that we were admiring our two sons having fun at the breakfast table. They looked very happy. "Don't you see how happy our kids are?"
"Yes."
"See? We are capable of giving any child the love the child needs and the home they need. We can handle another baby."
"I guess we could," I said.
"Mama! Daddy!" Our youngest son Bentley came up to us, running from the breakfast table.
Callan lifted him up in his arms. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Tyler and I want to go down to the beach."
"And do what?"
"Play . . ."
"Okay, but we have to cook mommy breakfast first." Callan put a hand on my stomach. "Your baby brother or sister is growing inside here."
"I don't want a baby brother! I want a baby sister!"
"Well," Callan said as he walked to the kitchen to cook me breakfast. "If a baby sister doesn't come out, mommy and I can try again."
"Uh, your daddy is crazy, Bentley. No more kids after this one."
"I'll convince you for one more, Maya."
"No, you can't."
"Obviously this is getting nowhere. A compromise is defiantly needed." He paused to think. "If it's a boy, we try right away for the next. Okay?"
He held my gaze challengingly. I never backed down. "Okay." He smiled like he had just won a million dollars. "And if it's a girl, you're getting a vasectomy." The smile faded. And he actually paled.
It was me who held his gaze challengingly now.
After three years, it seemed, he said, "Okay."
We would have to see who won this bet . . .
Eight Months Later
I wiped the thick sweat off my face. Why was the room so hot all of a sudden? Callan ran his fingers lightly over my forehead, where small amounts of sweat were dripping. His cool fingers wiped some of the sweat off but it wasn't helping so much. And the medications hadn't kicked in yet either so nothing was helping with the bad contractions I was experiencing just so that I could get myself to dilate.
I put a hand to my forehead to cover his hand. "Why is it so hot?" I asked, throwing the covers off me. That helped a lot. The room couldn't be cold, so the nurses had adjusted the air in the room to moderate, but I was dying. The cool wind the fan was producing did help me. It took away some of the nausea too.
Callan leaned down and kissed my lips very softly. "I don't think so." He said, taking my lips and molded them with his own. He lay his cool hand on top of my face but carefully, since it hurt my stomach if he did a wrong move. With his touch, I knew that he loved me just like I loved him, with every part of our beings. I wasn't really feeling the love in this moment because of the damn pain I was going through!
I was quiet as he kissed his way down to my belly, where he lifted my shirt and talked to my stomach. A baby bump was so obvious. It should have been, since I was carrying baby twins. "How are my little boys doing?" Callan talked to my belly as if it were a real live person.
I giggled, despite my pain. "Boys?"
He looked up from my stomach and looked into my eyes. "Yes, boys."
"Why boys? Girls are so much better, I hear." Callan and I had wanted the gender of the twins to be kept a secret since we wanted to be surprised. I had been disappointed when I was pregnant with my other kids because they technicians had told me I was having boys when I desperately wanted a girl like Kayla had.
He kissed my stomach once more an. An instant later, there was a knock on the door. I scanned the door to see who it was; I was grateful when I noticed it was the nurse that was put in charge to look after me. She was coming in every half hour now ever since she had injected that epidural in my spine.
"Eight centimeters dilated. I'll go tell the doctor to get ready."
I was relieved but at the same time I was anxious, each second led me closer to the labor. And this time I would have to push out two babies. Callan and I had wanted a natural birth instead of a C-section. I rubbed my stomach. The contractions were only a minute apart now. Pretty soon they would fifteen seconds apart.
Twenty minutes later, I was yelling at Callan, screaming at him to bring the doctor because the urge to push was horrible. I couldn't move a lot because that could cause the babies to change positions in the womb. What I hated most was that the nurses didn't let you push when you wanted to push. I had this urge to just throw one of the nurses out the window.
Finally, the doctor shooed some of the nurses and only left one faithful nurse by my side. She helped me push and breathe. The doctor said to push whenever I wanted. I loved how he was so patient. He worked with you, rather than vice-versa. Callan kept on encouraging me and telling me how good I was doing.
And then . . .
The first baby was born at 2:23 A.M. "It's a girl," the doctor said, holding her up for me to see. I couldn't focus on my baby right now; I had another baby to push out. She had good lungs that was for sure. They wiped her off as soon as she came out of the womb and started checking her.
Three minutes later, at 2:25 A.M., my other baby was born. "Another girl," the doctor said and held her up again for me to see. As soon as the twins were checked, they put them on my chest for me to admire. It was the best feeling in the world. They were tiny, though, which was to be expected since they were twins. I had been lucky to carry to full term, though.
I handed both of them off to Callan and he cried. Watching the tears pour down his face made me cry as well. It was a wonder how two small little bundles of joy could make your life so perfect.
"They girls are beautiful, Maya." He said as he looked down at the babies with wonder.
"I know. They just made our life perfect."
In the end, the first baby was named Kimberlee Claire and the second baby was named Nicole Rose-Anne. After I was cleaned off, Ty and Bentley were let in. They loved their baby sisters. Callan let Tyler hold Nicole tenderly. I had to cry because the sight was so beautiful. And then Bentley came up to me.
"Mama, you did a good job. I love you for giving me the best present for my up-coming birthday." He threw his little arms around me and I just had to cry again. "Mama, don't cry. You know I love you."
"I know, baby. You just make me so happy."
"You make us so happy, mom." Tyler put in.
"Yes, you do, my love." Callan said as he leaned down to kiss me.
There was absolutely nothing in this world that could make me happier than my family complete and happy. . .
Three Years later
I walked the halls of my new house, feeling a little sad I saw the pictures of my babies. The photos that hung on the hall were aligned from the day where Callan and I got married to now. The first picture was a picture of me and Callan the day we got married, his hand on my belly and my hands on top. The second picture was of Callan and me and our first son Tyler. The second picture had Callan, Tyler, and a pregnant me. The third picture was of Callan, Tyler, Bentley, and me. Another picture with the four of us with the new family dog.
After that was a picture of the six of us, Callan, Tyler, Bentley, Kim, Nicole, and me. And the most recent picture had all of us and the newest additions to the Cohen-Ivashkov family: Nacho and Snooki, the newest family dogs. Nacho and Snooki Shih Tzu dogs, born on the same day. And both had been given to Nicole and Kim for the third birthday party from my parents.
Oh, those memories. As the time passed, and my babies got older, the memories were much more precious then they seemed at first.
Kayla had planned a birthday for me because today was my thirtieth birthday. I told her I didn't want one. And since she was so stubborn, she went right on ahead on planning a party. She said she was returning the favor because her birthday had been a couple months before and I had surprised her with a party for her thirty years of living. Damn, I was old. My dad told me that once I got to his age, thirty wouldn't seem so old anymore.
I assessed myself in the mirror again. The pink dress I was wearing was a dress that Zara had picked out for me because she was the one who had the best fashion style in this family. It was a one-shouldered, sweetheart neckline dress that flowed all the way to my feet. My hair was pulled up into a messy, yet stylish bun. Even at thirty, I still looked somewhat good.
I finally walked out the patio where the party was taking place. Everyone sang out a chorus of "Happy Birthday" as soon I as stepped out of the door. My mom was first to hug me and then my daddy and after my husband wrapped his arms around me very tightly.
"Do I look good?" I asked, feeling self-conscious because everyone in the party was so well-dressed.
"Maya, do I really need to answer that? You look beautiful, darling. Like always."
"Thank you, baby." I leaned over and kissed him.
My boys and girls came running up to me. Tyler who was now nine years old, hugged me tightly. He looked like me. Black hair, tan skin. He had brown eyes, which made him look so much like my brother Kyle. Bentley was the mirror image of Callan. A dark, dark shade of blonde for his hair, green-blue eyes, and the same charm Callan had. Nicole looked like my side of the family. She had light brown hair, dark green eyes, and my mother's attitude. Kim looked like Callan's side of the family. She had ash-blonde hair, soft green eyes like Callan's, and the same attitude Callan had. Kim was always making people laugh. Both of my daughters had everyone wrapped around their little fingers, but the person they had wrapped most, was their daddy.
The day was spent reminiscing about the good times, those good times back when we were young. Everyone was there. Everyone meaning, my whole family, Kayla and her family, Matt and his family . . . everyone that had been important in my life in the earlier years was here. The parents of us went of to their own table and they were lost in their own little world.
Kayla, Dante, Kyle, Cade, Zara, Matt, and their spouses were in our own little table. We talked about those good times and we had fun and laughed a lot and we shared some good news all around. Callan took my hand in his and kissed it. I started to think about my life and the people in it, especially my brothers and sisters.
Dante fathered three kids, but wasn't really looking for a relationship because his career of being a guardian was too important. Don't get me wrong, he loved his kids to death. And plus the whore he had had the kids with, she wasn't really interested in Dante. She was also Tony's sister.
Cade had pursued his career of being a soccer player and he was now signing a contract with a major league. He had recently married Sydney's—one of my mom's old friends and Aunt Jade's sister-in-law—daughter, Vivian. They had a son that was born a year after my twin girls.
Kyle married Malese, those two from the beginning were inseparable. They'd gotten married a few months after I had gotten married. Kyle and Malese were parents of twins, except their twins were boy and girl. He named his daughter that looked so much like him, after me and Mom. Maya Rose. Kyle had named his son after himself and Dad. Kyle Adrian. He, like Cade, was a professional soccer player, playing for the best league in the USA.
My sweet sister who was just a few years younger than I was, Zara had been the best success in the family. She was loved and worshiped all last year. She had won the Miss America title last year. We had all been proud of her. She retired from pageantry after she was Miss America and she now wanted to focus on her life. Zara told me one night a couple of weeks ago, that she and Tanner had gone to a little trip and had brought back a "homemade souvenir." I had looked at her with a blank look until she finally explained. She was pregnant. And Tanner had proposed to her. They were getting married in a couple of months.
Mom and Dad had retired from everything, and were planning to travel the world in the upcoming year. I was happy for them. They needed that after all this time dealing with us, their kids. Finally they would have time alone for themselves. They had done their part in teaching us everything life had taught them and now it was our turn to teach our kids the same things. I didn't want to think about the future right now. I didn't want my babies to leave the house. Ever. But they had to, just like I did, just like we, my brothers and I, did.
"Let's dance!" Kayla yelled going over to her husband and they started dancing. It was a slow song. Callan and I started dancing to the sweet song that was called "Sunshine" by Steve Azar.
Callan started singing the words to me. "'Cause Maya you're my sunshine. Baby, your my sunshine.'"
"Your horrible singing skills haven't improved after all this time," I said, laughing, but taken over by the look he was giving me, a look that was filled with love and pure desire for me.
"What are you staring at me, my love?"
"Your blinding beauty. You're as beautiful as the sun at dawn. You're as beautiful as the moon in the nighttime sky. Your eyes are as pretty as stars that shine in the night." He leaned down and kissed me. "Maya, you're beautiful."
"Callan, you're so wonderful."
He turned me in his arms and kissed me. "I love you, baby."
"Somehow, I love you more." I smiled, feeling much happier than I had felt in so long, feeling a lot better than I had felt in so long. Love was a strong feeling and sometimes, it healed you. It turned you into someone completely different . . .
I didn't know what would become of me in the near years, but anything was possible as long as I had my husband, my soul-mate, lover of life, forever by my side like I had him right this moment . . .
*wipes tears away* My last FF. Wow. I can't believe it. What can I say? Or where do I start? Thank you! You are probably tired of those words being said by me but I really enjoyed my time here on FF thanks to you readers that made everything so wonderful! The reviews, everything was amazing! With your help, I go the opportunity to read and reply to almost 2000 reviews! AMAZING! I thank you all for that!
I just realized that three days ago marked my first year of fanfiction. The year was awesome. I loved writing and I certainly am going to miss writing every night and thinking of these weird pathetic Adrian/Rose ideas that became into stories that were all sucky but somehow you guys liked. I remember when there used to be only used to be like one full page and a half of Adrian/Rose stories..and after people started reading my SH…I remember there were new stories and until the Adrian/Rose stories went up to like 227 stories. Thanks to me, right? Haha, not. Now, tell me. From all my stories…which has been your favorite? Which Adrian/Rose story is your favorite? Tell me the title of the story, tell me why you liked it, and tell me your favorite part?
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