3 years later
The next time the Kane sisters saw Abraham Aalders, it was at a funeral. The Aalders business had grown more successful under this brother's rule. In fact, he was about to earn a spot at The Table, and guarantee John, Henry, and the Kane sisters' safety forever.
Though as far as the world knew, the Kane sisters were dead.
The four sisters now all resided in the sleepy farm town where John and Delphi had met. They went by Mallory now, the name John had first called Delphi.
They had all gathered to celebrate the life of a horrid man.
Winston had died of a heart attack.
It didn't rain that spring day like the forecast had suggested, in fact, the sun shone brightly and the temperature rose to a splendid 68 degrees. Egan, now 4, fidgeted as he struggled to stand still, his small hand holding his mother's.. His dark hair reminded Abraham of his brother, but did not elicit any emotions. Phoebe stood tall and proud, like always. Cleo had grown her hair out and was currently working with a horse farmer, a job that utilized her discipline. Iris worked at the local bank, and was beloved by all practically the entire town, but was particularly smitten with a young teacher. They had been dating for 7 months.
Delphi was about the same, except that she now wore a wedding band and her stomach was swollen tight.
"Twins!" She had told John. "Twins! Can you believe it?"
John kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her shoulders. He searched for memories of a time when he had been more happy, but found only one.
She stood beside Henry now, his hand on the small of her back, twisting strands of her long red hair between his fingers that were almost never clean because he now worked as a mechanic at his own shop.
The priest finished his speech and most everyone walked away, leaving John staring down into the deep hole they would lay his friend in.
John still considered Winston a friend. He didn't know why, but perhaps it was the same reason that had beckoned each of the sisters to attend the funeral.
Life has a funny way of pulling us in, John thought.
Life, or that redheaded girl.
After Helen died, John wondered if there was room in his heart for anyone else. He had found some space with Delphi, and she had made that space her own. She worked diligently to clean out his hatred of the world and instead filled him up with love and friendship, as well as 3 more girls who now loved him like a father.
The dog barked once from the passenger seat of the mustang. He was getting old and gray now, much like John. The noise pulled John back to reality.
Egan ran towards him as he made his way back to his family. "Papaw!" The boy started, "Aunt Cleo says that I can't count to 20 but I actually can!" He shouted excitedly.
"Well then let's hear it," John told him as he scooped the boy up, his small arms wrapping around John's neck.
Delphi sat in the passenger seat, one of Henry's hands on the wheel and the other on her knee. She was incredibly hot, itchy, tired, and hungry, but she was usually always those things nowadays, considering she was 32 weeks pregnant with not one, but two.
She rested her head against the cool window and watched John speak lovingly to her nephew, much like she imagined he would do to her sons. The man grinned widely as the small boy skipped thirteen as he was counting and went straight on to fourteen. John was no longer the ruthless Baba Yaga everyone had grown to fear.
She hoped this was the John Wick the world would remember.