A/N: The FINAL chapter. Here it is. The epilouge. Wow so close to 100
reviews. ITS CRAZY..makes me happy. I'm glad everyone liked this story. I
had lots of fun writing it. I will probably write a sequel type thing to
this story. Chances are REALLLY high. LOL. Anyways, I'll leave you to the
final chapter of Future to Past. Enjoy!
I sat at my desk in our room, and looked out the window. Hunter was chasing Moira, who was chasing the dog we had recently adopted. Moira was a little burst of energy. She rarely sat in one spot for too long. Who knew a two year old could run like that. Then again, she was ours. Our little nature faerie. Starting fires here, using her own made water power there. Making leaves fall from the trees, then making them sprout again.
I rested my hand on my stomach. It was certainly large enough. Only a few weeks left yet, and baby Maille would be here. When I had mentioned the name to Hunter, he agreed in an instant, saying he felt like he had heard it before. Neither of us knew where, but we both had a feeling it had to do with when we went into the future so long ago. Actually, it was only three years ago, but it felt like longer.
I felt my way around our room, finally feeling the bed. I sighed and collapsed on it. It didn't take long to fall asleep. It never did lately.
"Morgan," I groaned and rolled over. Well, I rolled my neck, because I was always sleeping on my back. "Wake up, love."
"Don't wanna." I yawned, rolling my head back. He rolled my head back, and gave me a kiss. I opened my eyes. "I was sleeping."
"Killian is here with his kids." Hunter told me, helping me stand.
"Really?" I smiled. Ever since the Dragon spirit thing, Killian had settled down. Actually, it was years before the spirit thing. He got briefly married. They had two kids, then she decided to run off, leaving the kids with Killian. Of course they were his. Hell, he didn't even know he had a kid until after the spirit ordeal. Then he found out he had a three year old son, and never knew it.
"Mummy!" Moira ran over, and hugged my knees. Hunter and I had just begun to walk downstairs, when she came bolting out of her room.
"Whatty." I grabbed her little hand.
"Is Maille here yet?" She asked. Then answered herself, "Nope. You still have a big belly." I smiled, as Hunter picked her off the ground.
"You should have seen her belly when you were in it." He whispered. I growled, and walked down to meet Killian.
"Morgan, my lovely sister." Killian hugged me. It was odd because of my stomach, but we managed. "How are you doing?"
A little brown haired boy came bouncing towards me, followed closely by another. "Auntie Morgie."
"Nephew Brody." I smiled down at him, with our little joke in play. The six year old beside him crossed his arms over his chest, and frowned fakely. "Mr. Ian." I stuck my hand out, and he shook it firmly. As firmly as a six year old could.
"So what have you been up to." Killian asked. We sat on the couch, and Hunter took the kids outside. "Don't want to know never mind." He said looking at my stomach. I shoved his arm.
"Shut it." I laughed. We talked for awhile, then went silent.
I dazed into the past, remembering when I first told Hunter about Moira. I was never sick, just one day I was sitting on our bed, writing in my BOS, and I felt her. It was the day after, but I knew. I jumped up, and bolted downstairs, to find Hunter and Alwyn playing cards.
"Hunter I'm pregnant." I squealed. Hunter had dropped his cards and looked me square in the eyes. Alwyn just stared at us.
"Are you serious?" He took hold of my shoulders. I nodded happily, and he squeezed the life out of me, before Alwyn pried him off and gave me a light hug.
"So Morgan, do you remember when you told your parents you were moving in here?" Killian asked suddenly, jolting me back to the real world.
"Goddess yes. If you hadn't held dad back, I would have been a widow before I got married. My ears are still ringing from mom yelling at me." I laughed at my memory. "Why did you ask me that?"
"I don't know. Just a sudden thought."
We talked for another hour, before Killian decided he better go. He gathered Ian and Brody and left. Hunter, Moira and Chaser(our puppy) were in the kitchen. I walked over to the sink and stuck my hands in the nice warm water. I pulled them out, and steadied myself on the counter. Hunter looked up from Moira, and I could feel his eyes on me.
"Morgan?" I squeezed my eyes shut, and latched a hand on my stomach. No, no no. Not now. Now I could feel Moira looking at me.
"Mummy, you peed on the floor." I looked down. Oh no.
"Hunter." I gasped. He jumped, and came to me. "Now. She's coming now." I said, breathing hard. Moira looked horrified.
"Daddy? What's hapnin?" Moira screamed over my yelp of pain.
"Sweetie, I want you to go call Uncle Robbie. We need him to take us to the hospital."
I gasped again, "No time. Now or now! You have to deliver her." Hunter's eyes widened in panic.
"I..how?" He swallowed and regained his composure quickly. "Moira, go call Uncle Robbie." Moira had a determined look on her face now.
"I run over!" She said. Her socked feet padded as quick as her two year old legs could carry her. I heard the door open, and I screamed again.
"I don't know how to do this." He helped me onto the kitchen table.
"To freakin bad! You watched Moira be born." I growled angrily. This was a hellovalotta pain.
The door creaked open loudly, and Robbie came in carrying Moira, with Alwyn at his heels. "Morgan? What's going.." They walked into the kitchen as I pushed. "Oh god." Robbie yelped. Alwyn rushed over to help Hunter.
"How long has it been?" She asked. Hunter looked at her, and had an empty expression on his face. "How long?" She repeated.
"Not even ten minutes." I answered, through my teeth. I felt another stab of pain, and pushed again.
"Morgan stop. It's too soon." Alwyn said in a panicked state. I shot her a glare, that clearly said do-not-mess-with me. "Carry o n." She said.
"Uncle, what's going on?" Moira asked.
Hunter, who wasn't being much use, said "Mum is having Maille." Moira squealed with glee as I squealed in pain.
"Plug your ears, baby." I said. I turned my head, and looked at her. She put her tiny hands against her ears. I let out a long string of curses, so loud even Hunter winced. Alwyn pushed Hunter out of the way, and he came to hold my hand.
When the pain subsided briefly, I looked at Hunter. "I don't want to do this." He brushed some damp hair off my forehead, and kissed it.
"You can do this." I screamed again.
"Morgan?" I heard Killian's voice. "I think one of the boys left a.."
"Come on, Morgan, one more big push, and she's gonna be out." Alwyn said. I shook my head. I looked to my right, where Killian was holding my hand. With his other, he was drawing signals in the air. I felt some pain dissipate and glared at Hunter.
"Couldn't have done that could you!" I braced myself and pushed as hard as possible. I heard a cry, and the pain went away.
"Morgan, Hunter. You have a wonderful, healthy baby girl." She washed baby Maille off in with a cloth and some water. Then she handed her to me, wrapped in a clean cloth. Both Hunter and Killian released my hands, and I took my baby.
"Maille." I sighed tiredly. I looked at Killian. "Go get Robbie and Moira. I think they went upstairs." He nodded, and took one last look at us, then walked away. I could hear Moira bounding down the stairs.
"Mummy, mummy! I wanna see da baby!" She came into the kitchen, and jumped up on a chair beside me. She looked down at Maille, and frowned. "She looks like a space girl."
"Moira, be nice." Hunter warned lightly. She nodded, and reached out to touch the baby's feet.
"They's all soft, and tiny." She parked herself on the table beside me and pulled her sock off. "Look, they's smaller than mine." I smiled and nodded. Robbie and Killian came around the corner.
"Let's see the mini one." Killian said. He walked over and looked in my arms. "She's gonna be a looker, watch out Niall's." I yawned broadly.
"Ok, I think it's time I take Morgan up to bed." Hunter announced. I nodded at him eagerly. "Alwyn, can you bring her up. I don't think I can walk." Alwyn was writing something on a notepad in the corner. She looked up and smiled at me. "What are you writing."
She held the notepad up, and read it. "Baby Maille Niall, born on September sixteenth. Time 2:48pm. Weight," She looked at me. I held Maille slightly away from myself.
"Six pounds even." I told her. She nodded and wrote it down.
"Parents: Morgan and Hunter Niall. Lovely delivery woman. Alwyn Niall." I laughed at her. She walked over and carefully took Maille out of my arms, and nestled her in her own. I felt myself leave the table, as Hunter picked me up. Moira went up the stairs first, then Alwyn and Maille, then my and Hunter.
"You were brilliant. You did so well."
I blinked. "I like the hospital one better." I told him referring to Moira's birth. I had her at the hospital back in Widow's Vale. The drugs were great. I barely felt a thing. "I can't believe I just did that. On the kitchen table no less."
"You did great. You gave us another daughter. I'm so proud of you." He walked us into our room. He stopped abruptly.
"What?" I moved my head and looked in. Moira was standing innocently in front of a baby crib I had never seen before. "Alwyn where did that come from?" She looked at us, then at Moira.
"Apparently, one of the trees in your backyard is no longer there." Moira smiled and clapped her hands lightly.
"Present to my lil sisser." She said. Hunter lay me on the bed, and picked Moira up.
"You did this?" He nodded at the crib. She smiled, bearing her little teeth. "How?"
She shrugged her tiny shoulders. "She needed a bed." Hunter hugged her, then my eyes started to fall.
"Thank you Alwyn." I said, rolling on my side.
Looking shocked she muttered, "Whatever for."
"For helping my daughter be born." Then I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I found a picture, framed already, laying beside me. I smiled, and picked it up. The Niall family, sleeping on this very bed. Life was great.
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I sat at my desk in our room, and looked out the window. Hunter was chasing Moira, who was chasing the dog we had recently adopted. Moira was a little burst of energy. She rarely sat in one spot for too long. Who knew a two year old could run like that. Then again, she was ours. Our little nature faerie. Starting fires here, using her own made water power there. Making leaves fall from the trees, then making them sprout again.
I rested my hand on my stomach. It was certainly large enough. Only a few weeks left yet, and baby Maille would be here. When I had mentioned the name to Hunter, he agreed in an instant, saying he felt like he had heard it before. Neither of us knew where, but we both had a feeling it had to do with when we went into the future so long ago. Actually, it was only three years ago, but it felt like longer.
I felt my way around our room, finally feeling the bed. I sighed and collapsed on it. It didn't take long to fall asleep. It never did lately.
"Morgan," I groaned and rolled over. Well, I rolled my neck, because I was always sleeping on my back. "Wake up, love."
"Don't wanna." I yawned, rolling my head back. He rolled my head back, and gave me a kiss. I opened my eyes. "I was sleeping."
"Killian is here with his kids." Hunter told me, helping me stand.
"Really?" I smiled. Ever since the Dragon spirit thing, Killian had settled down. Actually, it was years before the spirit thing. He got briefly married. They had two kids, then she decided to run off, leaving the kids with Killian. Of course they were his. Hell, he didn't even know he had a kid until after the spirit ordeal. Then he found out he had a three year old son, and never knew it.
"Mummy!" Moira ran over, and hugged my knees. Hunter and I had just begun to walk downstairs, when she came bolting out of her room.
"Whatty." I grabbed her little hand.
"Is Maille here yet?" She asked. Then answered herself, "Nope. You still have a big belly." I smiled, as Hunter picked her off the ground.
"You should have seen her belly when you were in it." He whispered. I growled, and walked down to meet Killian.
"Morgan, my lovely sister." Killian hugged me. It was odd because of my stomach, but we managed. "How are you doing?"
A little brown haired boy came bouncing towards me, followed closely by another. "Auntie Morgie."
"Nephew Brody." I smiled down at him, with our little joke in play. The six year old beside him crossed his arms over his chest, and frowned fakely. "Mr. Ian." I stuck my hand out, and he shook it firmly. As firmly as a six year old could.
"So what have you been up to." Killian asked. We sat on the couch, and Hunter took the kids outside. "Don't want to know never mind." He said looking at my stomach. I shoved his arm.
"Shut it." I laughed. We talked for awhile, then went silent.
I dazed into the past, remembering when I first told Hunter about Moira. I was never sick, just one day I was sitting on our bed, writing in my BOS, and I felt her. It was the day after, but I knew. I jumped up, and bolted downstairs, to find Hunter and Alwyn playing cards.
"Hunter I'm pregnant." I squealed. Hunter had dropped his cards and looked me square in the eyes. Alwyn just stared at us.
"Are you serious?" He took hold of my shoulders. I nodded happily, and he squeezed the life out of me, before Alwyn pried him off and gave me a light hug.
"So Morgan, do you remember when you told your parents you were moving in here?" Killian asked suddenly, jolting me back to the real world.
"Goddess yes. If you hadn't held dad back, I would have been a widow before I got married. My ears are still ringing from mom yelling at me." I laughed at my memory. "Why did you ask me that?"
"I don't know. Just a sudden thought."
We talked for another hour, before Killian decided he better go. He gathered Ian and Brody and left. Hunter, Moira and Chaser(our puppy) were in the kitchen. I walked over to the sink and stuck my hands in the nice warm water. I pulled them out, and steadied myself on the counter. Hunter looked up from Moira, and I could feel his eyes on me.
"Morgan?" I squeezed my eyes shut, and latched a hand on my stomach. No, no no. Not now. Now I could feel Moira looking at me.
"Mummy, you peed on the floor." I looked down. Oh no.
"Hunter." I gasped. He jumped, and came to me. "Now. She's coming now." I said, breathing hard. Moira looked horrified.
"Daddy? What's hapnin?" Moira screamed over my yelp of pain.
"Sweetie, I want you to go call Uncle Robbie. We need him to take us to the hospital."
I gasped again, "No time. Now or now! You have to deliver her." Hunter's eyes widened in panic.
"I..how?" He swallowed and regained his composure quickly. "Moira, go call Uncle Robbie." Moira had a determined look on her face now.
"I run over!" She said. Her socked feet padded as quick as her two year old legs could carry her. I heard the door open, and I screamed again.
"I don't know how to do this." He helped me onto the kitchen table.
"To freakin bad! You watched Moira be born." I growled angrily. This was a hellovalotta pain.
The door creaked open loudly, and Robbie came in carrying Moira, with Alwyn at his heels. "Morgan? What's going.." They walked into the kitchen as I pushed. "Oh god." Robbie yelped. Alwyn rushed over to help Hunter.
"How long has it been?" She asked. Hunter looked at her, and had an empty expression on his face. "How long?" She repeated.
"Not even ten minutes." I answered, through my teeth. I felt another stab of pain, and pushed again.
"Morgan stop. It's too soon." Alwyn said in a panicked state. I shot her a glare, that clearly said do-not-mess-with me. "Carry o n." She said.
"Uncle, what's going on?" Moira asked.
Hunter, who wasn't being much use, said "Mum is having Maille." Moira squealed with glee as I squealed in pain.
"Plug your ears, baby." I said. I turned my head, and looked at her. She put her tiny hands against her ears. I let out a long string of curses, so loud even Hunter winced. Alwyn pushed Hunter out of the way, and he came to hold my hand.
When the pain subsided briefly, I looked at Hunter. "I don't want to do this." He brushed some damp hair off my forehead, and kissed it.
"You can do this." I screamed again.
"Morgan?" I heard Killian's voice. "I think one of the boys left a.."
"Come on, Morgan, one more big push, and she's gonna be out." Alwyn said. I shook my head. I looked to my right, where Killian was holding my hand. With his other, he was drawing signals in the air. I felt some pain dissipate and glared at Hunter.
"Couldn't have done that could you!" I braced myself and pushed as hard as possible. I heard a cry, and the pain went away.
"Morgan, Hunter. You have a wonderful, healthy baby girl." She washed baby Maille off in with a cloth and some water. Then she handed her to me, wrapped in a clean cloth. Both Hunter and Killian released my hands, and I took my baby.
"Maille." I sighed tiredly. I looked at Killian. "Go get Robbie and Moira. I think they went upstairs." He nodded, and took one last look at us, then walked away. I could hear Moira bounding down the stairs.
"Mummy, mummy! I wanna see da baby!" She came into the kitchen, and jumped up on a chair beside me. She looked down at Maille, and frowned. "She looks like a space girl."
"Moira, be nice." Hunter warned lightly. She nodded, and reached out to touch the baby's feet.
"They's all soft, and tiny." She parked herself on the table beside me and pulled her sock off. "Look, they's smaller than mine." I smiled and nodded. Robbie and Killian came around the corner.
"Let's see the mini one." Killian said. He walked over and looked in my arms. "She's gonna be a looker, watch out Niall's." I yawned broadly.
"Ok, I think it's time I take Morgan up to bed." Hunter announced. I nodded at him eagerly. "Alwyn, can you bring her up. I don't think I can walk." Alwyn was writing something on a notepad in the corner. She looked up and smiled at me. "What are you writing."
She held the notepad up, and read it. "Baby Maille Niall, born on September sixteenth. Time 2:48pm. Weight," She looked at me. I held Maille slightly away from myself.
"Six pounds even." I told her. She nodded and wrote it down.
"Parents: Morgan and Hunter Niall. Lovely delivery woman. Alwyn Niall." I laughed at her. She walked over and carefully took Maille out of my arms, and nestled her in her own. I felt myself leave the table, as Hunter picked me up. Moira went up the stairs first, then Alwyn and Maille, then my and Hunter.
"You were brilliant. You did so well."
I blinked. "I like the hospital one better." I told him referring to Moira's birth. I had her at the hospital back in Widow's Vale. The drugs were great. I barely felt a thing. "I can't believe I just did that. On the kitchen table no less."
"You did great. You gave us another daughter. I'm so proud of you." He walked us into our room. He stopped abruptly.
"What?" I moved my head and looked in. Moira was standing innocently in front of a baby crib I had never seen before. "Alwyn where did that come from?" She looked at us, then at Moira.
"Apparently, one of the trees in your backyard is no longer there." Moira smiled and clapped her hands lightly.
"Present to my lil sisser." She said. Hunter lay me on the bed, and picked Moira up.
"You did this?" He nodded at the crib. She smiled, bearing her little teeth. "How?"
She shrugged her tiny shoulders. "She needed a bed." Hunter hugged her, then my eyes started to fall.
"Thank you Alwyn." I said, rolling on my side.
Looking shocked she muttered, "Whatever for."
"For helping my daughter be born." Then I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I found a picture, framed already, laying beside me. I smiled, and picked it up. The Niall family, sleeping on this very bed. Life was great.
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