Of Kith and Kin: Epilogue
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Hey people! This is it! The last part of this story! I hope you have enjoyed it!
It's been fun! Anyway, I don't know if I'm going to start a new story or not...
If I do, well, we'll see...if not, then this is Thalia signing off, wishing all
of you health, wealth and happiness, and glad that you have taken the time to go
and read my writings! As always, e-mail is appreciated: compliments, comments,
criticism, suggestions, death threats, marriage proposals, whatever you send to
me I will read and reply to accordingly. Anyway, e-mail to me your take on this
and other works by yours truly to smart_sweetlady@yahoo.com! All disclaimers and
whatnot apply, etc. Have a great day!
-Love,
Thalia, your favorite muse of comedy.
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"Hermia, have you finished practicing piano?" Ami called out gently. The
addressed Hermia scampered up to her and nodded, then gave her a hug as well as
she could, trying to wind her little arms around Ami's now swollen waist.
Ten years had flew by like the wind. Ami looked down at her little eight
year old daughter. Hermia also had soft sapphire hair, but it was as wavy as her
father's. Her eyes were a glimmering blue-green that were sharp and astute one
minute and dreamy and limpid the next.
"Mummy, did I kick too?" Hermia asked as she felt a movement under where
her little hands rested on Ami's belly.
"Yes, you did, darling." Ami smiled, "You were a little acrobat."
"Really?" Hermia asked, her eyes wide, "I did somersaults! I love you,
mummy." Laughing, she darted off.
Ami laughed, then smiled when she felt another pair of arms wind around
her from behind. She was encased in a warm, loving embrace, and felt a butterfly
kiss land on the nape of her neck. "You look beautiful."
Ami made a little face. "I look fat."
"You look beautiful." Zoisite repeated firmly. "So, Mrs. Neveson just
wanted to let you know that everything is set for tonight."
Ami smiled. "That is good."
"You look beautiful."
"You have said that three times now. And need I remind you that I am 5
months pregnant with a son?"
"Well, you do!" Zoisite turned her around to face him. "You have no idea
how lovely you look, dearest, it is not just the physical you (although that is
very nice), you are just so full of love and kindness that we helpless mortals
cannot help but love you."
Ami shook her head, "Goodness, you seem to be bent on making me into an
angel or something! Have you forgotten how I gave you a scolding the first time
we met?" Zoisite looked at her tenderly.
"Trust...me...I...remember...every...moment...I...have...spent...with...
you..." He replied, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Ami relaxed and snuggled into his arms. Silently, she thanked whatever
benevolent deity had ordained for her to be assigned to Sard Greenleaf's case so
long ago.
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Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. A jubilant Serena and Darien entered, with
a box wrapped in white paper decorated with silver stars and followed by a small
girl with pink hair who was sucking her thumb as she looked up with garnet eyes
at Ami and Zoisite. "Aunty Ami!!" She screamed, letting go of Darien's hand and
giving Ami a bear hug.
"Hello, Rini." Ami kissed the little girl's cheek. Rini let go of Ami to
pounce next on Zoisite. "Uncle Zoi!"
"My, my, Miss Rini, how you have grown up! You're a beautiful young lady
now!" Zoisite squatted down so that he was looking at Rini eye to eye. Rini gave
him a smile, revealing a missing front tooth, before holding out her arms. He
picked her up and swung her around. "You are getting too heavy!" Rini giggled.
Meanwhile, Hermia had also scampered out of nowhere. "Aunty Rena! Uncle
Darien!"
"How is my favorite blue haired girl?" Darien chuckled, producing a red
rose out of nowhere with an elaborate flourish and handing it to Hermia. Hermia
smiled and hugged Darien's legs, "Thank you Uncle Darien!"
"Anything for you sweetheart."
"What, no hug for me?" Serena asked, then gasped as Hermia came close to
tackling her with a huge hug.
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"She's my darling, she's my princess, she's the one and only Hermia!"
Jadeite sang out, a mischievous grin on his face. Hermia giggled. Uncle Jade was
so funny! Aunty Rei followed, then came Richard, their son and Hermia's "bestest
friend". Richard was a scant two months older than her, dark haired and blue
eyed, and together, he and Hermia had been inseparable since they were three.
Rei smiled at Ami, and handed her a shiny crimson bag. The two women at
once started chatting about old times. Rei, like Ami, was pregnant, but with a
little girl rather than a boy, and soon, the two were immersed in conversation.
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"Goodness, Eric, you are taller than I am!" Ami called out in surprise.
It was true. Eric, the son of Mina and Kunzite, was now 15, and very tall for
his age. Zoisite clapped the boy on his back, "I bet the girls at school are all
wild about you, lad."
Eric blushed, and Mina winked at the two of them, "Eric happens to like
this very pretty girl named Helen in his class. She's 14, and she has chestnut
curls and big blue eyes. As I understand it she has been flirting and smiling at
him, but he is too shy to say anything around her."
Eric's blush deepened, and Zoisite laughed, "My boy, around girls, you
have to seize the opportunity, and go for it! You have to work up your courage
and just go up to her and tell her she is beautiful! Trust me, it works every
time!" He winked saucily at Ami, who glared at him before bursting into a grin.
Aurora followed. Self-contained and dignified yet merry and sweet, she
curtsied to Ami and Zoisite, "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year." She said as
she held out a gold-foil wrapped package to Ami, who bent down to the girl and
gave her a hug.
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Next came Lita and Nephrite, followed by twin boys. The two brown-haired
10-year-olds were almost identical, except George had green eyes and Paul had
blue. They greeted Ami and Zoisite, then made a beeline for the computer and the
plethora of games that Uncle Zoisite had available for them to enjoy. Finally,
bringing up the rear was three-year-old Ivy, with a headful of curly auburn hair
and wide blue eyes.
Lita handed Ami a green covered basket, and joined in the nostalgic yet
merry conversation with the others.
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Dr. Holly Tomoe, husband and daughter in tow, was the last guest. Clad
in dark violet, holding onto the hand of her 6-year-old, lavender-haired, dark-
eyed daughter Violet, she calmly greeted Ami and the others and gave Ami a thin
purple package.
Soon, everyone had gone into the dining room and finished a sumptious
holiday meal. As silverware and wineglasses clinked, memories and laughter and
joy resounded in the room.
In a while, everyone had repaired to the sitting room, where a roaring
fire was blazing merrily in the fireplace. As everyone else reminisced and the
children played together in the next room, Zoisite drew his wife with him to a
darkened corner.
"Merry Christmas Mrs. Greenleaf." He whispered against her hair.
"Merry Christmas yourself." She replied, cocking her head slightly.
They just stared into each other's eyes for awhile, then Zoisite shook
his head and smiled, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Millions of time, but I never get sick of hearing it." Ami smiled back
at him. Gently, she pressed her lips against his.
Suddenly, the two felt a warm little presence close by. Hermia, who had
just finished teaching Aurora and Richard the rudiments of chess, had just come
into the room. Zoisite smiled at Ami, "Ten years ago, I had seen us like this:
the two of us together, surrounded by our children, you, a bit older, but just
as beautiful as ever...and it came true."
Ami nodded and snuggled closer to him, "Yes, it did. Let's keep it that
way for the rest of our lives, okay?"
Zoisite just smiled at her. No words were necessary. He looked over her
shoulder at the starlit heavens. Unlike Nephrite, he was no astronomer, but he
could swear that those points of light were winking at him, that his parents, up
there in heaven, were laughing and rejoicing for his happiness, and that, like
him, his father was remembering the fateful day in which that brave little nurse
had come into their lives.
Zoisite felt blessed.
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OKAY it's done!!!! Yippee!! Like? E-mail me! Toodles!
-Thalia
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Hey people! This is it! The last part of this story! I hope you have enjoyed it!
It's been fun! Anyway, I don't know if I'm going to start a new story or not...
If I do, well, we'll see...if not, then this is Thalia signing off, wishing all
of you health, wealth and happiness, and glad that you have taken the time to go
and read my writings! As always, e-mail is appreciated: compliments, comments,
criticism, suggestions, death threats, marriage proposals, whatever you send to
me I will read and reply to accordingly. Anyway, e-mail to me your take on this
and other works by yours truly to smart_sweetlady@yahoo.com! All disclaimers and
whatnot apply, etc. Have a great day!
-Love,
Thalia, your favorite muse of comedy.
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"Hermia, have you finished practicing piano?" Ami called out gently. The
addressed Hermia scampered up to her and nodded, then gave her a hug as well as
she could, trying to wind her little arms around Ami's now swollen waist.
Ten years had flew by like the wind. Ami looked down at her little eight
year old daughter. Hermia also had soft sapphire hair, but it was as wavy as her
father's. Her eyes were a glimmering blue-green that were sharp and astute one
minute and dreamy and limpid the next.
"Mummy, did I kick too?" Hermia asked as she felt a movement under where
her little hands rested on Ami's belly.
"Yes, you did, darling." Ami smiled, "You were a little acrobat."
"Really?" Hermia asked, her eyes wide, "I did somersaults! I love you,
mummy." Laughing, she darted off.
Ami laughed, then smiled when she felt another pair of arms wind around
her from behind. She was encased in a warm, loving embrace, and felt a butterfly
kiss land on the nape of her neck. "You look beautiful."
Ami made a little face. "I look fat."
"You look beautiful." Zoisite repeated firmly. "So, Mrs. Neveson just
wanted to let you know that everything is set for tonight."
Ami smiled. "That is good."
"You look beautiful."
"You have said that three times now. And need I remind you that I am 5
months pregnant with a son?"
"Well, you do!" Zoisite turned her around to face him. "You have no idea
how lovely you look, dearest, it is not just the physical you (although that is
very nice), you are just so full of love and kindness that we helpless mortals
cannot help but love you."
Ami shook her head, "Goodness, you seem to be bent on making me into an
angel or something! Have you forgotten how I gave you a scolding the first time
we met?" Zoisite looked at her tenderly.
"Trust...me...I...remember...every...moment...I...have...spent...with...
you..." He replied, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Ami relaxed and snuggled into his arms. Silently, she thanked whatever
benevolent deity had ordained for her to be assigned to Sard Greenleaf's case so
long ago.
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Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. A jubilant Serena and Darien entered, with
a box wrapped in white paper decorated with silver stars and followed by a small
girl with pink hair who was sucking her thumb as she looked up with garnet eyes
at Ami and Zoisite. "Aunty Ami!!" She screamed, letting go of Darien's hand and
giving Ami a bear hug.
"Hello, Rini." Ami kissed the little girl's cheek. Rini let go of Ami to
pounce next on Zoisite. "Uncle Zoi!"
"My, my, Miss Rini, how you have grown up! You're a beautiful young lady
now!" Zoisite squatted down so that he was looking at Rini eye to eye. Rini gave
him a smile, revealing a missing front tooth, before holding out her arms. He
picked her up and swung her around. "You are getting too heavy!" Rini giggled.
Meanwhile, Hermia had also scampered out of nowhere. "Aunty Rena! Uncle
Darien!"
"How is my favorite blue haired girl?" Darien chuckled, producing a red
rose out of nowhere with an elaborate flourish and handing it to Hermia. Hermia
smiled and hugged Darien's legs, "Thank you Uncle Darien!"
"Anything for you sweetheart."
"What, no hug for me?" Serena asked, then gasped as Hermia came close to
tackling her with a huge hug.
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"She's my darling, she's my princess, she's the one and only Hermia!"
Jadeite sang out, a mischievous grin on his face. Hermia giggled. Uncle Jade was
so funny! Aunty Rei followed, then came Richard, their son and Hermia's "bestest
friend". Richard was a scant two months older than her, dark haired and blue
eyed, and together, he and Hermia had been inseparable since they were three.
Rei smiled at Ami, and handed her a shiny crimson bag. The two women at
once started chatting about old times. Rei, like Ami, was pregnant, but with a
little girl rather than a boy, and soon, the two were immersed in conversation.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Goodness, Eric, you are taller than I am!" Ami called out in surprise.
It was true. Eric, the son of Mina and Kunzite, was now 15, and very tall for
his age. Zoisite clapped the boy on his back, "I bet the girls at school are all
wild about you, lad."
Eric blushed, and Mina winked at the two of them, "Eric happens to like
this very pretty girl named Helen in his class. She's 14, and she has chestnut
curls and big blue eyes. As I understand it she has been flirting and smiling at
him, but he is too shy to say anything around her."
Eric's blush deepened, and Zoisite laughed, "My boy, around girls, you
have to seize the opportunity, and go for it! You have to work up your courage
and just go up to her and tell her she is beautiful! Trust me, it works every
time!" He winked saucily at Ami, who glared at him before bursting into a grin.
Aurora followed. Self-contained and dignified yet merry and sweet, she
curtsied to Ami and Zoisite, "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year." She said as
she held out a gold-foil wrapped package to Ami, who bent down to the girl and
gave her a hug.
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Next came Lita and Nephrite, followed by twin boys. The two brown-haired
10-year-olds were almost identical, except George had green eyes and Paul had
blue. They greeted Ami and Zoisite, then made a beeline for the computer and the
plethora of games that Uncle Zoisite had available for them to enjoy. Finally,
bringing up the rear was three-year-old Ivy, with a headful of curly auburn hair
and wide blue eyes.
Lita handed Ami a green covered basket, and joined in the nostalgic yet
merry conversation with the others.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dr. Holly Tomoe, husband and daughter in tow, was the last guest. Clad
in dark violet, holding onto the hand of her 6-year-old, lavender-haired, dark-
eyed daughter Violet, she calmly greeted Ami and the others and gave Ami a thin
purple package.
Soon, everyone had gone into the dining room and finished a sumptious
holiday meal. As silverware and wineglasses clinked, memories and laughter and
joy resounded in the room.
In a while, everyone had repaired to the sitting room, where a roaring
fire was blazing merrily in the fireplace. As everyone else reminisced and the
children played together in the next room, Zoisite drew his wife with him to a
darkened corner.
"Merry Christmas Mrs. Greenleaf." He whispered against her hair.
"Merry Christmas yourself." She replied, cocking her head slightly.
They just stared into each other's eyes for awhile, then Zoisite shook
his head and smiled, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Millions of time, but I never get sick of hearing it." Ami smiled back
at him. Gently, she pressed her lips against his.
Suddenly, the two felt a warm little presence close by. Hermia, who had
just finished teaching Aurora and Richard the rudiments of chess, had just come
into the room. Zoisite smiled at Ami, "Ten years ago, I had seen us like this:
the two of us together, surrounded by our children, you, a bit older, but just
as beautiful as ever...and it came true."
Ami nodded and snuggled closer to him, "Yes, it did. Let's keep it that
way for the rest of our lives, okay?"
Zoisite just smiled at her. No words were necessary. He looked over her
shoulder at the starlit heavens. Unlike Nephrite, he was no astronomer, but he
could swear that those points of light were winking at him, that his parents, up
there in heaven, were laughing and rejoicing for his happiness, and that, like
him, his father was remembering the fateful day in which that brave little nurse
had come into their lives.
Zoisite felt blessed.
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OKAY it's done!!!! Yippee!! Like? E-mail me! Toodles!
-Thalia