Chapter 21

Last Chapter + Epilogue

I wasn't sure what my endgame was for a while. I was always stuck between alien fighting and living normally. I think deep down in my heart I've always wanted to live like a normal human being. I was given powers that no one outside of my family and friends can understand. I was given a gift. I now have the courage to follow my true dreams and passions. I've tried a lot of different things in my young life. I went to Plumber Academy. I always knew I'd regret not going if I didn't. All of my training was complete but it couldn't possibly prepare me for what was to come with a new baby. I have a talent, it's my responsibility to share it, but how I choose to share it and how to live should be my choice.

Charlie and I are going to make wonderful parents. I just know it. We have tried so hard to make a family work we deserve this baby more than anything. We have tried to break free from some of the darkness that has happened in our past. I know that moving forward with a baby will help us. I know it's going to change a lot of things, but I am over the moon beyond happy.

Deanna finally gave birth to her baby. She and Rodney have decided to name their son Harvey. I hope her baby and my baby can become the best of friends. I had to tell my friends the news, along with my family so I had a dinner party to tell them all at the same time. Mom fell out in the floor. Dad cried. My ears are still ringing from all the screaming.

Charlie and I decided to take some maternity photos together. We hired a professional photographer. I dressed in a pair of blue jeans with brown boots and a white sweater. Charlie matched me with a white hoodie, blue jeans and brown loafers. I also cut my bangs and had it curled. We took our photos outside at the park. There's one picture of us sitting under a tree kissing as he holds my stomach. The sun is setting in the background. It's so beautiful. I think besides our wedding pictures it's one of my favorite pictures of us. During my first few months of pregnancy I took a leave of absence from the pizza place. I wanted to stay home, and make sure I wouldn't have another miscarriage. Charlie continued to go to school. He had taken a few extra credit hours to finish his major. He was going to graduate next spring, while I was scheduled to have the baby this spring.

He already has a job lined up at a local radio station for on air talent. Charlie's voice is so soothing I know they'll hire him. I have faith in him. If he does manage to get the job he'll be making $39,000 a year.

As for me, the pizza place is good enough money to pay for my classes. I didn't get my scholarship because I left for the Academy straight out of high school. I've decided to try for a master's degree in teaching. I want to teach elementary school children. Speaking of high school my brothers Jesse and Justice will be starting their Freshman year this fall. My cousin Genesis graduates in three years. I can't believe how much time has past.

It doesn't seem like I should be 20, with a baby on the way. Charlie and I don't want to know the gender we want to be surprised. On April 24th we got an even bigger surprise.

I was lying in bed next to Charlie. I couldn't get comfortable. I tried different positions but nothing was working. It felt like contractions, but false ones women usually get. It was concerning to me how early they were happening. I began to cry. Charlie rolled over and looked at me.

"Hey...Harmione, what's the matter?"

My memory flashed to that horrible night of my miscarriage. I began to scream and cry. I was hysterical. I didn't want that to happen again. Charlie jumped up and grabbed his shirt.

"Harmione, what...are you okay?!" He shouted over my cries. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?!"

I knew if something was wrong they'd take our baby. I refused to go and cried more. Charlie pulled me up by my arms.

"Harmione!"

I contiued to sob. I wasn't in a great deal of pain, but it was my heart that hurt the most.

"Charlie, it's happening again!"

"Huh?"

He stroked my face and then held me close to his chest.

"No its not...you're okay, everything's okay..."

I began to feel my muscles tighten and cramp even harder. If I wasn't miscarrying the only other explanation was that I was in labor.

"Just help me to the bathroom Charlie."

My face was tear stained but I tried to collect myself and pull myself together. Once in the bathroom I leaned on the sink. Charlie held me from behind.

"I'll get your bag." He told me before he went back to our room. I had been cramping in small spurts that evening. It had grown more intense as Charlie and I settled for bed. We had a plan. If anything was too happen, Charlie would get my bag and we'd head for the hospital. The plan got tossed out the window when my water broke in the bathroom. I could feel the top of the baby's head.

"Charlie!" I screamed. He came running back to the bathroom almost falling down in the process.

"You want me to-"

"No!"

He stared at me. I squated and screamed loudly. Charlie assisted me and took off my pajama shorts and panties. Our hearts were racing.

"Just run a bath okay..." I breathed and held myself. Charlie quickly ran our tub with warm water. He then helped me into it. I slowly sat down wearing nothing but my bra.

"Call Deanna!"

I grunted furiously as I felt another contraction. Charlie left again to grab his phone. I could feel the baby coming but the baby wasn't moving around very much. Deanna even though it was two in the morning came to assist me. I sat up on the edge of the tub holding Deanna's hand. I screamed in her face.

"That's okay, try to breathe Harmione." She said.

I exhaled heavily and held myself under the water. The best way to describe my pain was as if someone was taking my bottom lip and pulling it over my head. I couldn't breathe as Deanna instructed. Everything felt tight. I was the most uncomfortable I've ever been. Trying to get the baby's head out with no medicine, just me, Charlie, and Deanna was like my organs were going to implode in on themselves. I felt a burning sensation, and with each contraction I thought I was going to tear something. I was passing fluid and blood, but not the baby. I really really really didn't want to go to the hospital. I was so afraid they would induce an abortion or I'd have another miscarriage. Due to my stubbornness I was going to give birth to our baby in my bathroom. Deanna sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Maybe it would be better if you were in the tub with her..." She insisted to Charlie. Charlie didn't hesitate he stripped back down to his boxers and got in the bathtub. As he sat down with his back up against the wall of the tub, I felt another contraction.

"Ooooh Charlie..." I moaned.

"I'm right here." He said softly. I leaned back into his chest and he held me in his arms. I moved Charlie's fingers under the water. He and I both felt the top of the baby's head.

"Yeah...I think you're gonna have to push Har." He told me. I interlocked my fingers with his and pushed as hard as I could. I threw my head back on Charlie's shoulder crying. He kissed the side of my head. Deanna also had her arms in the water.

"That was good...go again." She said.

"Char...Charlie it hurts really bad."

I felt Charlie tense up. He hated seeing me like this.

"Do what Dee says...and it won't hurt anymore...here."

He held his hands up out of the water I was still holding onto them.

"Squeeze them...okay...when it hurts really bad; when you push make me hurt Har."

"I...dont want...I don't want to hurt you Charlie."

"It's okay babe...hurt me okay?"

I felt another contraction coming on. I groaned into a push. I did as Charlie said. I screamed and squeezed his hands highly. He hid his face in my shoulder.

"There we go Har, there we go Har!" Deanna screamed. As she shouted I felt the baby drop lower into the water. I felt it's head and shoulders leave me.

"Push a little more Harmione!"

I screamed again. The baby was finally out. I drew blood to Charlie's hands by my nails.

We heard the baby wail and cry loudly as Deanna lifted it up towards my chest. It was a boy.

"Oooh ho...my baby...hi baby..." I held the baby close and began to cry with him. Deanna came back with some towels and tried to dry him off. I sobbed loudly into my hand. Charlie kissed the side of my head. The baby just kept crying.

I managed to dry my tears long enough to comfort the poor little one. He was little.

"Hi...Hi little baby..." I said to him.

"Dee call an ambulance." I heard Charlie say. Though Deanna and Charlie were there it felt like me and this little ball of wonder were the only two in existence. I couldn't stop looking at him.

"Hi baby...I'm your Mommy...and this is Daddy."

"Hi baby boy."

Charlie stroked the side of the baby's face. The baby whimpered and grunted to himself. Me and our son were taking straight to the hospital. We had our boy circumcised, and I delivered the placenta. I was put on a lot of medication after that so I couldn't mess with our baby too much. I did get to thank Deanna for her help before I passed out on drugs. Our son weighed 7 pounds and 10 ounces. We decided to name him:

Bryan Jay LeMay.

His room was an office in our house before we transformed it. I had green everywhere. Green, pillows, green blankets, green walls. When Charlie and I brought Bryan home for the first time, it was so warm and magical. He was ours, and I loved him so much. I woke up one morning early and I found Charlie gone. I crept across the hall and found him walking around holding Bryan close to him. They were inseparable, my two boys. Charlie had a rag on his shoulder just in case Bryan was to spit up. Bryan cooed as he fell asleep in his Daddy's arms. Charlie put him down in the crib and covered him up.

"Hush a bye you sweet little baby and close your pretty brown eyes." I sang. Bryan had Charlie's wonderful brown eyes. He looked a lot like Charlie.

"Mother is down at her weekly bridge party to get the way baby the prize..." Charlie sang in a low soothing voice.

Together in harmony we sang:

"Nursie will turn the radio on, so you can hear a sleepy time song...sung by a lady whose poor heart must long...for a baby like you..."

About a year later, Bryan and I got to see his Daddy walk across the stage to get his diploma. I was going to get mine in another two years. Charlie also got the job he wanted. Bryan and I listen to Charlie on the radio every morning. Bryan just smiles everytime he hears his Daddy's voice.

"Is that Daddy?" I asked him with a smile.

Bryan cooed and chewed on a set of toy keys with a big grin on his face.

"Is that Daddy?!" I asked again and tickled his stomach.

Charlie and I also each got a second tattoo. Under my Q is the letter B. Under Charlie's K is also the letter B. For our beautiful baby boy. Bryan also like my brothers had no signs of having powers. The normal life suited us just fine. I know one day Bryan will appreciate all of the hard work his grandpa Ben Tennyson has done for the world. I know I do. As well as my beautiful mother Hope Tennyson. Gwen, Kevin, my great grandpa Max, and the rest of our normal family. There is nothing strange about us. Never was. Never will be. I don't live a normal life. I just live life.

Author's final note: Thanks to all those who have kept up with this story in 3 separate parts. Special thanks to B.E.A.T.N for all the reviews and kind words. I wanted to say this about my fanfiction and all fanfiction. I think this goes for everyone:

"It is so strange to connect with these characters as I have and love them as if they are my own children and treat them as if they are truly family. They are my heroes. And I've never been happier when I write their stories. It makes me feel something. One of the best things about writing is being completely emotionally invested in your character's heart and mind. So that you place yourself in a relationship you've never been in and feel feelings you've never felt. Be the hero. Save the day. Fill in dark gaps in life. Learn new things. Be myself. Keep being you, love what and who you love, and write your heart out."