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A/N: This is my last chapter on this story so don't cry.
Wanda's P.O.V.
*A few months later*
I have a ring on my finger and we are finally married, again.
Mel and I are six months pregnant, sitting down having a cup of tea, talking about designs for the babies' rooms. Though I am having twins, Ian and I want the baby's sex a surprise, until they are born. We are now painting the baby's room yellow with lots of zoo animals, yellow because the rest of the colours are either girl colours or boys colours.
*2 months later*
Me and Ian are in bed, Ian's talking to the babies, while I try to get to sleep, it's kinda hard to, when my husband, Ian, is jumping around doing the manic on the bed.
Suddenly, that moment, I am not laughing anymore, I am groaning, "I think my waters broke, Ian take me to the hospital, the babies are coming." Ian lifts to the car and lies me down in the back seats of the mini (our car). As we got to the hospital, I met Mel on the way, getting lifted as well.
*After Birth*
I looked at our babies eyes; they had the same sparkling, blue eyes as Ian's. Ian had actually passed out on the floor, when I was having the baby's. We had, well I had, a baby boy and a baby girl. We called them Lily and Patrick.
*2 months later*
I am sitting down having a cup of coffee, Mel and I, watching Ian make a fool of himself, struggling to change Lily and Patrick's nappies.
*1 year later*
We are all singing 'Happy Birthday' to Lily and Patrick on their first birthday, giggling their heads off, like Ian, if he drops that cake, I swear to God I will roar my head off, while the twins , bash their birthday cake to pieces and they are wearing their best clothes and now ruining their cake and their best clothes, I spent hours on that cake OMG, now I will double kill Ian but not right now, I can't stress myself out since there is another baby on the way.
A/N: That is the end hoped you liked the whole story, I will write more stories.