Sophia
Sophia 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author's note: This is the last chapter to Sophia. It has been a challenge to finish a story someone else has started. I hope no one is offended that I have finished this. I hope you enjoy this. Review to let me know. I accept constructive criticism.
Susan was awake. John and Stephen were with her. Stephen was running a scan on her. John stood by her running a hand over her fevered forehead. Both looked worried.
Her stomach ached for her wound, but even more so for the worry for her daughter. She lay back worn out from her struggle. Her eyes were closed. Suddenly she heard a call, " Mama." She ignored it, thinking it to be a figment of her own imagination. But at the second call she could no longer do so as she pushed her self to sit. Just then Marcus burst into the room, Sophia in his arms, Michael following behind them.
Susan gasped in delight. The child broke free from Marcus and despite everyone's warnings not to, ran straight into Susan's arms. Susan kissed her over and over and then to everyone's surprise did the same to Marcus.
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One year later.
The music was joyful yet solemn at the same time. When it was her turn Sophia walked down the aisle to the altar. She knew she was a little old but she was the flower girl. She stood opposite the man who would be her stepfather. Brother Theo was presiding. Her uncles Michael and Stephen were also part of the wedding party, and stood near the groom. John, who had known Susan the longest, has called the honor of giving her away. The music changed. She came down on his arm. She was beautiful thought Sophia with pride. Her mother caught her eye and smile. She came to stand next to her intended. The ceremony began.
Sophia's thoughts wondered. Unlike most children she was pleased to be getting a stepfather. Marcus was a good man. The war was over. David had been born. There was new hope for them. New hope for her.