Epilogue:

Irene:

I looked at my beautiful wife. I kissed her softly,

"You look wonderful today."
She giggled,
"You do too, wifey."
"Momma," a tiny voice said.

I looked down to see our two kids. They were adopted- of course- and were only one year old. Grace, their daughter, had long black hair and bright blue eyes. Sebastian was their son- he had light blonde hair and bright golden eyes. It was a bit funny though- as Grace's hair was the same color as Rosalya's natural color (though she still continued to dye it pure white). Sebastian had my natural hair- oddly enough.

To avoid confusion, the kids called me Momma/Mommy and Rosayla was Mom. It was helpful. I picked up Grace and held her on my hip. Rosayla smiled,
"I'm so glad I have you."

I smiled,
"So glad to have you too, wifey."

Yes- years later we still called each other by that nickname. We were still going strong too. Rosayla had a fashion boutique that was very successful. I helped her out there and I also was a writer. Currently I was in the middle of a book called The Struggles of Love- which is roughly based on my life. Though I wouldn't admit it.

"Aye, lass, ye coming!?"

I turned to see Ri and her husband, Ryan. Yes, she didn't marry Nathaniel. Last I checked, he ended up marrying some girl named Melody. Still, Ryan was a good guy- and he was Irish. So now I had too good friends with that same awesome accent. They were holding their two-month-old baby, Isabella O'Connor. Ri was pretty successful too as a club owner. Yeah, but it was a high-class fancy bar. Ryan helped out with the club too.

I also saw Taylor and Armin. They did end up marrying- honestly, Alexy and I weren't surprised since they were an obvious made-in-heaven pair. Soul mates. They had a little boy named Jake. Taylor and Armin were both owners of a really cool shop called Last Chance. They sold everything between video games, movies, books, and even had its own arcade.

Castiel and Lysander were there too- with their wives, or rather girlfriend in Castiel's case. Castiel's girlfriend (of four years) was a girl named Carolina (Carrie). Ironically, it was me who introduced them. Lysander had his wife- whose name I forget.

"I'm coming," I shouted, "Just a second!"

We were all planning a large date night- with all of us. To do that, we were leaving all of our kids with the babysitters. Plural.

Rosayla smirked as the one guy at the club hit on her.

"Sorry, but I don't think my wife will like that," she giggled and did a turning motion with her finger. He turned around and came face to face with me. I knew I was scary looking- when I wanted to be anyway. My hair was to it's natural blond color but I got it cut into a pixie cut. I still had my piercings and a few tattoos. I had on black jeans, a dark tank top and a black leather jacket. I growled,
"Stay away from my wife!"

Rosayla giggled,
"Hiya wifey!"

I kissed her and glared at the guy- he finally left. In the past, I argued with Rosayla about being more serious when people hit on her. But now- it didn't bother me. I knew she was loyal and honestly, she didn't do anything because she didn't pay attention most of the time. The only person she wanted compliments from was me. That was sweet. Besides I knew if some guy actually touched her and I wasn't there- she could take care of herself.

I kissed her,
"I love you,"
"I love you too, wifey."