Epilogue
A/N wow! So the last chapter of my first ever Fanfiction is coming to a close. I can not begin to explain how truly thankful I am for all the support of my readers. For a few special thanks to Emador who got me going in the first place and who helped me when times were low- I still laugh about Spots "hair flick", BabyMist, who taught me to "just keep writing until I figure it out"- thanks for your constant support, and to Percyjacksonfangirl11, for all of your advice and support. I hope you guys all like the last chapter and look up my new story Beauty and the Brooklynite! I have also decided there will be a sequel to this story called _, but that will not be coming out until late summer probably, but keep an eye out! Please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the last chapter of Síorghrá Eternal Love!
Brooklyn, New York 1911
Liam sighed as he watched his two children walk away thinking of their past. It had been an interesting 8 years for him thus far. Two years after Caoiminin was born, Aoife had borne him another child, his youngest, a baby girl Catrina Eileen Conlon. Liam and the other now retired newsies were thrilled with the children and managed to spoil them in any way possible, much to Aoife's dismay. Caoiminin (Or Kev as they liked to call him), was a picture perfect image of his father, not only in looks, but in his personality.
Catrina Conlon, had come quickly, almost too quickly for Liam who had not yet gotten used to the fact of having three mouths to feed, that was now suddenly upped to four. But when she was born, she made up for all the worry. She was beautiful and her beauty grew as she grew. She was a complete opposite of Caoiminin, looking like her mother. With fiery red hair, a fair complexion and her mother's sea blue eyes, it seemed that the only thing she had inherited from her father was his wide smile and his quick tongue. But though she resembled her mother, she was her father's princess. Often on Sunday afternoons just after their little "Kitten" had learned to walk, one could see the two of them walking hand in hand in Central Park. They made a funny pair the two of them, the growing man and the small girl, trying to keep up with his large steps.
Liam now, at twenty six years old, had aged both inwardly and outwardly. Like many young families of the day, he had accepted family responsibilities at a young age, eighteen in fact. Before long, he had realized that selling the papes weren't going to be enough to support his gradually growing family. So he attempted to apply at the distribution office, taking the place of numerous men. Liam was a favorite at the distribution center, because he was known by everyone and he was honest in his work. Ryder often said that Liam would be sixty years old and he would still be working there, because the paper world couldn't afford to lose a guy like him.
To Liam, Aoife hadn't changed much since he had married her. She still remained the same, stubborn, lovable girl, that he knew from so long ago in Ireland.
The quick births of their children, though they were much loved, had taken a toll on her though. Her body needed to recuperate. Aoife was a good mother, giving time and attention to them. She was never too busy to take care of the children and listen to their childish babbling while she worked. She had no favorites, and loved both of them equally. Just as she was the same young girl to Racetrack, so was Racetrack the same young boy to her, even at age twenty six. She was twenty five, a year younger than her husband, and she didn't act it. She acted like she had at age seventeen, blithe and free, playing games with her children that she had learned long ago. She and Lam had even begun to teach Kev how to use the slingshot that his father had given him for his eighth birthday, and he was quite good at it.
He Conlon household was often filled with squeals of laughter. Liam would chase his little girl and would tickle her once he got hold of her. And marbles would be flying off every corner of the wall, sometimes puncturing holes in them.
The Conlon children as they grew in age also grew popular on the street. Like their father they sold papers, walking with him to the distribution office every morning as they both went to work. Kev carried his father's slingshot with him and grew fond of his cane. People would whisper to each other "that's Conlon's kids." And would often respect their distance. The same thing happened with boys once Kitty got older. Much to Aoife's support, Liam would not have his little girl spending tie with a bunch of boys.
After a few years of trying, Nuala and Dillon finally got pregnant. It was a difficult birth for Nuala, but she ended up giving birth to a beautiful girl named Aibhlinn (Ave-Leen) meaning "longed for child", who admired the stories of her parents, aunt and uncle like no one's business. 10 years later they gave birth to another girl who had her mother large hazel eyes they named her Daimhin (Daw-Veen) but often called her Doe.
The stories of Liam and Aoife's past that Liam had secretly kept in a diary of after the war was soon found many, many, years ago when they were both old and grey and was published. But as their book came to a close, even if there were some tears in the pages as the book went on, it was good enough for them.
But what are the stories that were contained in that book? Well the story of revenge, romance, heartbreak, fate destiny and family; the story of the next generation is to be told for a different time.
A/N Well guys last author's not of the story. Once again I want to thank everyone for reading my first fanfic story. I am so proud of the way it came out. Make sure to look out for the sequel to this story called Eternal Promise coming soon. It is the tales of "Liam's Dairy" after the newsie war as mentioned in the last paragraph. Thanks guys again and please if you're interested check out my other stories in process. Until next time.