After The Storm

by Tadashinfj

four years after the hurricane that took place in one of my previous stories, Hiro and Tadashi are still trying to adapt to life. Tadashi has three young kids-a newborn, a two-year-old, and a four-year-old, and Hiro is getting his bachelor's as well as proposing to his girlfriend. The Hamada brothers are about to have the time of their lives...with a few bumps in the road... :)

7. Chapter 7

hey! here's the little epilogue of After The Storm...i'm sorry it's so short! i'll be posting more soon, i hope y'all have enjoyed the story!

thanks so much! peace out!

HIRO

Abigail Callaghan is dead.

She died of internal injuries and then water inhalation. Technically, Eva is a murderer. But since she's four and it was in self-defense, she's not gonna be prosecuted or anything.

Everyone is recovering from the bombing, and the city only took minor damage. It won't need extensive rebuilding like in the hurricane. I'm so glad we all came out of this alive.

I got my stitches out a couple days ago, and the bruising on my ribs and sternum is fading. Even my hip is getting better. Tadashi's knee and Teddy's ankle are both healing fast, and Honey shows no signs of ever having been in a coma. I don't know how we all got through this. But I'm absolutely convinced that we had help.

From our guardian angels.

Two months after the bombing, everyone seems to have fully recovered. And Megan and I have a surprise for everyone.

"It's twins," I say, placing a hand on my wife's stomach. "A boy and a girl."

"Congratulations," Dashi murmurs. "You'll be a great dad."

All his kids are satisfied with the gender of their cousins. Teddy again wanted a boy, Eva a girl. Trev, five months old now, has no preference, I'm pretty sure. We don't know what to name our kids yet, but we'll be thinking about it. I think they should have some kind of tribute names.

We visit the cemetery that day. It's a bright, sunshiny morning, and the sight of the spring grass and flowers gives me renewed hope that everything will turn out alright in the end.

Standing on my parents' graves, Dashi holding me in a side hug, I can feel the presence of my lost loved ones. They stand by us now and forever. I can't wait to see them again.

I say a silent prayer, thanking God for everything, that we're all alive and together. Our family is growing. It's going to be beautiful and strong, and I am never letting them go.

I can't believe how mature growing up and getting married makes you. I for sure wasn't like this a few years ago, though I'm pretty sure Dashi was always like this. I'm so glad I still have him. And Aunt Cass, and Megan, and Honey, and Eva and Teddy and Trev. I realize I'm blessed, much more than anything else. I wouldn't trade my life for anything.

This is my story.

I'm going to write it how I want to.

And I'm going to put in all the miracles.