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A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.
A/N: The chapter contains Sexual Content (and last one) xD
Chris' POV
That was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, after my daughter's birth. Everything was perfectly and meticulously planned. The date which all the guests could be present, Evana and Yana's post labor diet to get back in shape, the outfits, the decoration, the music, the weather! Everything was thought in details and everything was running accordingly to the plans. I was glad there were no work notification forcing me to leave My Wedding!
Despite being my second marriage, I still couldn't help the anxiety and nervousness to walk the aisle and finally say those words "Yes I Do". It's still unbelievable I'm marrying my savior!
It's still for me to have my final doubt before sealing our union. The doubt "Am I good enough for her?". It feels like she has done more for me than I have done for her. Basically, I only gave her more trouble than a reward.
She saved me from the cold, she fed me, she gave me a shelter, she helped me getting a job, she paid my booze debts, she took care of me when I was wasted, she loved me and more importantly she gave me my first daughter. Rare were the times she had actually complained of anything. We don't really argue and she never stops being lovable when I go and return from mission. This is too perfect to be true… Or maybe I'm just having selected memory.
Everything was running accordingly to the plans, but it was before our reception party started that my mood was a bit taken down. Evana had gone change her dress while I went to use the bathroom. I was drying my hands when I heard my cellphone ringing. At first I thought it was work calling me, so without taking a look at the screen, I answered the call.
TPOV
Chris rested on the sink counter with his eyes closed, shaking his head in denial. However, he couldn't help the grieving. He remembered Laureen's last words in the day he visited her in the asylum after her family's insistence that she was sane enough and really needed to talk to him.
Chris and Evana's wedding party was a blend of traditional and modern wedding. They had booked a garden for the ceremony and the after wedding party. The venue was decorated beautifully in soft and soothing colors, and the natural environment was making it all look even more beautiful. The DJ was playing the music in the corner, for the guests' enjoyment.
Everyone congratulated the newlyweds, showering them with all sorts of good wishes. Almost everyone seemed to be in good spirits, after all moments of leisure and celebration like this were really something quite rare in their line of work. They ate, drank and danced to their heart's content, enjoying and celebrating a major milestone in the life of their beloved captain, Chris Redfield.
Claire sat in the shade of the gazebo, along with her lovely niece, Charlotte. Today she was tasked to take care of his brother's baby girl because her parents were the highlight of the day and couldn't always be with her. Claire didn't really mind being away from the noisy crowd, since after her break up with Piers she wasn't really in the cheerful mood. She was happy for her brother but still felt a bit dull from that break up, even though it was all for a right reason.
She had been watching the celebration from a distance, occasionally letting out a laugh at watching someone dance weirdly or similar. It was then she noticed a familiar figure walking on the green lawn, heading in her direction. As he drew near, she recognized the man she had invited to the celebration. He used to be an old friend, Owen, from the times when they used to take biking trips together. He waved and greeted her with a smile, as he approached her and they immediately got into a conversation, reminiscing their old days as free-spirited, rebellious biker teenagers.
"You have really changed so much!", Claire stated the obvious with bright smile, "I still remember you used to have pretty long hair, almost down to your waist", Owen let out a slight laugh, "And no matter what, you always wore something black and paired it with military boots", she recollected feeling quite cheery in a long time, "All the teachers used to hate you because you always skipped classes and always talked back at them."
"And I always used to suggest them to take a trip to hell", the man replied with a hearty laugh.
"Yeah, I remember that!", the redhead nodded in agreement, "And then proudly walked out of the room in the middle of an on-going class like a badass."
"Yeah, those were some days", Owen commented letting out a sigh, "But it was nothing to be proud of, I mean, I was going through some hard time with my father's death and everything else in between."
"You used to be very close to him, right?", she asked just to carry on the conversation.
"Yes, I was and still am very close to him in way", the guy affirmed with a couple of nods, "That man taught me a lot, even after he died. He was probably the reason that I put my head back in the place, because I knew my old man would've wanted me to finish my education; so I returned to my studies, graduated and look at me now…", he spoke opening both of his arms wide, presenting himself.
"I am sure he would be proud to see you have not only graduated from high school but also managed to graduate from law school and now have a respectable job as one of the legal advisors of Terrasave."
"Yes", Owen responded, "But enough about me, I can see you have changed a lot as well, including the ponytail."
Claire laughed at that subtle joke, "Well life hasn't been so easy on me either", she added to him casually, "Sometimes I really miss those old days of my freedom." She added looking distantly to nowhere in specific
Owen hummed a little thoughtfully, "I may have a suggestion", he spoke after a few seconds with a shrug.
"Suggestion?", Claire repeated curiously
"How about we get back to our roots?", he asked her with a friendly smile and she couldn't help but give him a slightly confused look, "We should take our bikes for a ride, what say?", he asked with a flick of his head.
Claire smiled widely, "Sure!", she agreed without two thoughts, "Sounds like a great idea!"
Jill just sat on her chair listening to the soft music, sipping onto her drink and occasionally flashing a customary smile to whoever greeted her. She chatted to the people that were nice enough to bug her but even though she maintained a somewhat joyful exterior, truth to be told, she wasn't really in mood for party.
It wouldn't really be a lie to say that she was struggling quite a bit to keep her emotions in check. Everything that had to go wrong happened at the same time and she had failed to cope up with it efficiently. It seemed that almost everything around her was crumbling and falling down. She didn't get to adopt her god daughter and there was no Leon to support her through it, because once again they had broken up.
Leon had been going through some hard times after Adam's death and she was going through her own emotional swings; and adding his alcohol problems to the scenario, things had gotten quite messed up between them. They both were hurting each other more when they should have been supportive through each other's tough times. Once again, their relationship just couldn't bear all the emotional stress and they mutually decided to split up, so that they could give each other some space.
However, things had remained somewhat the same for Jill. She was going through her routines and had almost forgotten about what had happened, but when she saw Leon at the wedding party, she was shaken down to her core. He seemed thinner than the last time she had seen him, and she had spent enough time with him to know that he wasn't up for partying either; he was just here to keep appearances.
All through the duration of the party, they had exchanged gazes several times, even forcing a smile at each other at a few occasions but she just knew that it was out of common courtesy. She had been trying to avoid looking at him because it pained her to just see him this way, but now she was fighting the urge to look at him once again. She lifted her head glancing across the yard at the table, at which Leon was sitting along with Rebecca, Sheva and Quint. She watched a waiter offering them drinks and was a bit surprised to see that Leon had refused a glasses of alcohol.
As the waiter walked away, Leon turned his head to look at her and their eyes met once again, making shivers run down her spine. He raised himself off the chair and walked up to her table, with his signature poker face. He held out his hand and asked her to dance with a slight yet a genuine smile on his face. She felt herself smile a little and almost hesitantly accepted his invitation to have a dance, quite unable to deny that request.
They both walked up to the dance floor and held each other, slowly moving their bodies to the soft music and staring deeply in each other's eyes. It had been a while since Jill had danced with Leon but everything about it felt the same. He was the only one that could make her feel those sparks and butterflies in her stomach. Only he could make her forget about all the scars left by the war and make her feel like a true woman.
Piers returned to the table after dancing with his old love interest and friend Sophie Home, whom had been transferred from the Oceania Branch to North America about a month ago.
He was sitting having a small snack and listened to the music. He was enjoying the new phase in his life and mood. He was a proud father and the therapy was doing good to him, Kyan gave new meaning to his life.
Meeting Sophie after so long was surprisingly good. He liked her way to be, she was bold and kind at the same time. They had chemistry and a brief fling. The distance and his focus on work were the major problem and reason to their split. However, things were different now. He did have time for anything he wanted. He could have time to travel, to go out, to work, to do nothing and to be a father. He did have time to date, but he had decided to give some time to himself after his turbulent love life results. Sophie in the other hand had changed a bit too, but she never hid her happiness seeing him after the news of his death. Since her transference, they had met casually two or three times. She was still settling and he had spent some time in another city with his family.
Sophie rejoined him at the table and they got into a friendly talk.
"So you're a dad now?" the black haired woman spoke in surprise
"Yeah."
"Damn, things have really changed! I remember you wanted to have a family, but also wanted to live your career at the fullest."
"Yeah, but I don't have a family or the career I so dreamed, yet I got a son." He said a bit disconcerted
"So you're not married?" she asked in curiosity
Piers was about to answer when out of sudden Yana showed up carrying their son and asked him to take a watch at him for a while since the little boy was asking for him.
Sophie watched their interaction in silence. She couldn't help to notice the little boy's resemblance with Piers. She couldn't help to smile at the baby who seemed to be a smiley one, but she also couldn't help to notice Yana's wedding ring on her left finger.
Piers introduced the women to each other whom greeted politely. Yana was brief and stepped away while Piers continued playing with his son happily.
Evana and Chris had finished a dance when she spotted from afar Yana and Nico not having a good moment. She knew them long enough to read their faces, then, Nico left alone to the outside.
"I'm going to make Yana some company, okay?" she said planting a kiss on his lips with a beautiful smile
"Sure. I'm going to check on my little girls." He replied with a smile referring to Charlotte and Claire
They gave another peck before parting their ways.
Yana was having a drink when she noticed Evana taking the seat next to her.
"You shouldn't drink so much, I don't want an embarrassing commotion in my special day." Evana spoke with a joke
"Don't worry about it. I won't lose control!"
"I know, I was just kidding." Evana replied
Yana sighed rolling her eyes; she wasn't in mood for jokes.
"I couldn't help to notice you and Nico… What happened?" the blonde asked in concern
Yana gasped, "The usual… his jealous."
"Of Piers?" the blonde asked the obvious since she was aware that Yana and Nico had hard times due to Kyan's biological father presence in the ginger's life
"Yeah… sort of." The redhead replied with a sigh, "We talk about it some other time. I don't want to ruin your night with my usual problems."
"It won't be ruined if we talk."
"The thing is that I don't want to talk about it now. Just another two shots and I'll be fine and not have the angry Hulk face."
Evana let out a sigh in defeat. In other circumstances she might have insisted a bit more, but not tonight. However, she couldn't help to notice Yana recurring glances in the direction of Piers and the most probable reason of her need for alcohol.
"You still have time to change your mind, Sis." The blonde spoke making Yana turn to her and notice she was looking at the same direction as her, "I know you take too long to decide things and usually is too late to go back." She added turning to face her soul sister
"Maybe is already too late, Sis. They act too friendly to be 'Just Friends'!" the redhead spoke looking down, "It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms. It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over."
"Where would you be if you stopped letting your mind talk over your heart? Somewhere different, I bet. If you are not happy with your current choice, it's okay to change your mind when the parties involved are not happy."
Yana remained in silence, thoughtful about her sister's words. Evana grabbed her grip in support.
"Thank you Sis. Now go enjoy your party. You will just get a wedding party once!" the ginger spoke forcing a smile
Evana smiled slightly and then left to look for her husband.
He grabbed her and pulled her to him before she could fully grasp his intentions. He didn't even pretend gentleness. His lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. One hand molded her buttocks, pressing her forcefully against him.
Evana could feel her husband's center rising. He refused to let an inch of space come between them. His tongue circled the inside of her mouth, tasting every open space, inhaling the feel of her. She rubbed herself against him, messing his hair and then removed his tuxedo and shirt. They kissed passionately and her nails travelled his bare skin.
His body responded in kind, grinding into her even harder as both hands pressed into her buttocks. A swat of heat surged in her groin, melting any strength left in her legs.
His warm, demanding lips ceased their brutal assault on her soft, now compliant ones. Her hands wound themselves around his neck, her body eager for every flick of his tongue, every grind of his pelvis. Evana ground one hip into his now-full erection. He groaned in torture. Every nerve ending in her body was on alert, his closeness sending her heart into a pounding frenzy. She blushed at her wantonness, unable to control her breathing, or her desire for him.
Large, strong hands slid through the thickness of her hair, gently stroking the scalp as he held her mouth to his. He undid the single clasp in the center of the back of her dress, easing the zipper down as his lips continued to ply hers with infinite sweetness. She shuddered as the dress fell to the floor, his hands roaming over her body. Heat surged in her groin as his fingers worked the trail of her butt grabbing fiercely and then slid her panties to the floor as well. His fingers rippled their way up her arms, to the clasp of her bra, sliding down her shoulder to release her aroused breasts.
Blood rushed to her head as his lips left her mouth, and slid across an engorged peak. Evana felt lightheaded. Her head rolled back. He picked her up and headed down to the bedroom. She held onto him and straddling, her lips greedily seeking his. She was lost in an ocean of passion so deep.
Chris put one knee on the bed and deposited her there, his body covering hers as his kisses became more insistent and he ground into her.
Evana looked at him, sought his lips and began to unclothe him. Chris took control, joining her nakedness. He whistled as he took her in. She was so beautiful. Her hips, her breasts, he had a hot wife. She was perfection.
Evana grabbed his erect member, caressing it up and down, slowly massaging it. With her hands, with her mouth and tongue; deep in her hot and tight throat. He groaned in heavenly pleasure. She watched him delighted knowing she could please her man. He also was perfection, every ridge of his stomach; every callous on his hand; every muscle in his back; his cries for her name.
He pulled her back to him, rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, lightly squeezing it and rolling it again. Evana writhed in mounting anticipation, her tongue delving deeper into his mouth as her pleasure increased.
Chris's hands moved lower, eager to feel her molten center. He wasn't disappointed, parting the soft, flesh folds of her sliding easily inside. Her breath caught in her throat.
His lips released hers, only to latch on to the side of her neck. "So sweet. So soft" he murmured in her ear as his fingers slid in and out of her slowly. It was torture.
She purred under him as he used her wetness, sliding his finger over the soft bud above her womanhood, pressing over and around it slowly, then plunging deep into her. Evana bucked upward, her thighs spread wide to give him ultimate access.
Chris's lips reclaimed hers, his fingers still buried deep within her. She could feel the need in him, the desperation in his stroking of her most sacred place a dead giveaway. Evana's fingers marked a trail over the stone of his back, her shudders a reward to his senses as his fingers continued their easing in and out of her. She arched her back upwards, drunk with the pleasure of passion seeping through her every pore. She felt the hardness of his staff against one thigh, reaching down to stroke it as he continued his torture of her.
Chris's lips broke their sensual assault on hers, moving down over her jaw, the slickness of her throat, her collarbone, and landing on her breasts. Slow, torturous kisses caused her to furl and unfurl her hands into fists at her side, grabbing handfuls of the comforter as her head twisted from side to side.
His eyes flicked up to hers, his full lips curving into a smile at the rapture so evident on her face.
Evana ran her hands through his hair, then roamed to the ripped muscles of his back. He shuddered under her soft touch. She could feel the heat of his mouth as it continued down her body, planting sweltering kisses along the way, landing at the top of her thighs. Her breath came in deep, short gasps, her body shivering with the pleasure his lips and fingers brought. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his bare skin under her fingers, the hardness of his swollen manhood lodged against her thigh. She slipped her hand around it, stroking it, urging him to take her now.
A guttural groan escaped him as he resisted her efforts. Her back arched completely off the bed as the flick of his tongue landed on the softness of the bud at the top of her thighs. She gasped as he latched on, his head buried solidly between her thighs as he stroked the sensitive spot with his warm tongue. She moaned, her hands planted in the forest of his hair, guiding his tongue strokes to the exact spot she wanted – not that he needed any direction.
"Oh Chris!" she groaned as she climaxed in his mouth and tongue
Chris caught her gaze and smiled. He came up and kissed the corner of her mouth, as he positioned his manhood between her outstretched thighs.
A dense fog of lust engulfed them. Chris was lost as his thickness lodged itself at her slick opening. He looked into her eyes and stiffed inside her without mercy making her let out a loud groan, then pulling out, not fully penetrating her.
Evana closed her eyes, her hands sliding over his naked buttocks as she pressed upwards towards him, needing to feel his fullness inside. He teased her opening again. She opened her eyes and glanced down, barely stifling a gasp at the pulsing, erectness of his swollen orgasm. She looked back up at him, his steady gazed trained on her. She licked her lips and reached up to bring his head down to hers. His tongue pierce her in synch with his staff. He could no longer hold back. He groaned into her mouth as he rammed into her, growling with each thrust.
After a long lovemaking, their first time as officially husband and wife, Chris collapsed beside her. Slowly she lifted red cover over them. Chris moved his arm over Evana and gently pulled her close. Wrapped in each other's arms he whispered, "I love you."
Evana smiled at Chris' statement as she huddled close to him, "I love you too, Handsome!" she said as her eyes slowly closed
Exhausted, they fell asleep.
Chris was sleeping soundly in his bedroom, along with Evana by his side. After they became parents, these peaceful moments, when they could just sleep without a care, had been quite rare. They were always busy with taking care of their little angel. It had been a string of sleepless nights and sleepy mornings for them but compared to what they had been through together, things were still peaceful and they were happy and grateful to finally be a complete family.
Chris turned to his other side and it hadn't been too long, when he felt Evana touching his arm. He heard her calling his name and shaking him a little in an attempt to wake him up. He grumbled sleepily, feeling too tired to even open his eyes at the moment.
"Chris, wake up!", Evana said to him yet again poking his arm.
"Hmm... Yeah", Chris asked her, trying to keep his eyes open. "Listen", she held the baby monitor, "Can you hear this?"
The BSAA agent was still half-asleep but he sat up on the bed and concentrated on hearing the sounds on the speaker that his wife was holding out to him. They both sat quietly listening to the baby speaker, before Chris took the device and held it close to his ear. There were a lot of static sounds and things weren't really clearly audible but he could hear a familiar tune being hummed, which ripped him off whatever sleepiness he had been under.
"Stay here and call the police!", Chris said to his wife, grabbing hold of his gun from the nightstand and almost jumping off the bed.
The father hurried towards his daughter's room, with his gun ready to fire at a moment's notice. As he neared his little girl's room, he noticed the muddy footprints leading inside the room. The mud was still wet and footprints seemed to be very recent, which just meant that there was someone inside his daughter's room. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door that was half closed for some odd reason. He cautiously stepped in the room, gun first and his finger on the trigger.
The room was dimly lit by the small night lamp in the room and whatever light seeped through the window from the lamps outside in the street. Although, it was somewhat dark but still he could clearly see a ghostly figure of a woman, dressed in a floor length, white colored nightgown, the hem of which was littered in mud. She had long dark colored hair, resting on one of her shoulders and she was holding Charlotte in her slender arms, humming a lullaby to the little baby and seemingly unaware of his presence.
Chris didn't take the woman off his gun point, as he carefully closed the distance between them. The woman finally lifted her face to the man and smiled at him beautifully that it almost seemed dangerous. Chris was slightly taken aback as he recognized the brunette standing in front of him because she was supposed to be somewhere else, and she was probably the last person he had expected to be standing here in his house, holding onto his baby.
"Laureen?", He spoke in a tone mixed with realization and confusion, "What are you doing here?", he tried to handle the situation calmly, knowing the explosive nature of his ex-wife.
"I was just checking on our baby", she replied turning to look back at the baby and Chris followed her gaze to the baby wrapped in a layer of baby blanket. The baby was quite calm and he was glad Charlotte couldn't comprehend all this, otherwise she would have been deathly scarred for life, "Our little angel is growing up so fast!", Laureen exclaimed with an evident joy on her tone.
"Yeah", Chris replied reading the expressions on her face somewhat scared for his baby.
"Mommy loves you my little prince!", Laureen stooped down to kiss the baby and rocked the baby from side to side.
"I think… you should put the baby back… in the crib", he almost stuttered fearing that the woman would drop his little girl.
The brunette looked up at him again and the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by a distinct frown, "Chris, why are you pointing your gun at us", she almost scolded him, "You are going to scare Noah this way."
"Noah?", he repeated confused and he heard a baby crying from his side.
Chris looked to his side and noticed that his little girl, Charlotte was still in her crib, crying her lungs out. He turned to look back at Laureen, lowering his gun and she smiled at him more. He noticed that her arms were all muddy too and she was still rocking the 'baby' in her arms. He didn't know whose baby was Laureen carrying but being a parent now; he knew that the baby's parents must be worried sick. At that instant, his paternal instinct kicked in and he wanted to protect the baby, even though it wasn't his.
He took a step closer to take a peek inside the bundle of the blanket she was carrying in her arms, as Laureen spoke lovingly to it. It was a bit dark so he had to lean in a bit to see the baby's face but he was surprised, or more of terrified to see what was inside that bundle of blankets. He took a step back almost reflexively and Laureen looked up and smiled at him brightly, seemingly undisturbed by the fact that she was holding a semi discomposed corpse of a baby in her arms. There was a sudden stroke of lightening and when its flash illuminated the room, he saw that Laureen's arms were smeared in fresh blood, which he had taken to be mud until now. The bundle in her hand started to seep out blood and stench of it filled the room.
Chris shot up from his sleep, screaming out his dead son's name that it even woke up Laureen.
"Chris!" the brunette looked at him with a puzzled expression
"Laureen!" he said in astonishment seeing the woman that was supposedly his ex-wife at his side on the bed
"What happened?" she asked in concern
"Where's Noah?" he asked standing up from the bed
"Sleeping."
Chris turned to her. His eyes widened seeing the woman convulsing on the bed, "Laureen!" he screamed trying to reanimate her, as her body was deadly cold. The despair took over him when he heard a baby crying at distance. Divided he didn't know what to do. He wanted to save both of them.
Chris woke up with a start, sweating and confused. He looked around for a few seconds taking in his surroundings, before stumbling out of his bed and hurrying towards Charlotte's bedroom. Evana followed him asking a multiple questions but he was too distressed to answer any. He was a bit relieved to find his little girl still sleeping peacefully in her crib, her little hand holding onto a teddy bear. He let out a sigh and dropped himself into an armchair, not ready to leave his little princess alone.
The early morning sunlight peeked through the high window announcing the arrival of a new day.
Evana touched the bed looking for Chris, to find out his side empty. She rolled on the bed to confirm it and then she saw him standing in front of the window looking distantly and somewhat sad.
"Chris." The blonde called him
Chris looked at her, realizing his beautiful blonde wife had woken up, "Good morning my love." He greeted her with a soft smile walking in her direction to give her a good morning kiss
"Is everything okay?" she asked reading his gaze as he sat on her side
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I can sense there's something bothering you since yesterday at the party."
Chris let out a sigh looking briefly to the side slightly in distress
"I think now is time for us to talk whatever happened… if you want it to." She spoke taking his grip
Chris bit his lips, "I'm sorry for getting you so concerned."
"Something about work?" she asked
He shook his head in denial
"So what's about it or you don't want me to know it?
"It's not that I don't want you to know it… I just don't know how to talk about it after what you've been through with her."
"Her?" she asked puzzled
Chris nodded, "Laureen."
Evana took a deep breathe at the mention of that name. it had a long time since the last time that woman's name was mentioned. Apparently, his ex-wife would always be a shadow in their relationship and there was nothing she could do to change it, after all, she belonged to a special part of his past, his history.
"What about her?" she asked with a low tone, preparing herself for a possible drama from the crazy brunette
"She killed herself." He broke the news in a single statement
"What?" she spoke in surprise. Not that she didn't know that was expected from that woman.
"Yesterday…" he spoke looking down
"I'm sorry to hear that…" she spoke in support
Chris nodded accepting her words, "That's not all."
"What else?"
He bit his lips harder hesitantly, "I went to see her last week. Her family insisted and I myself had one last thing to tell her since it was evident on the letter she left in the day of your kidnap… I had that pendency with her and I thought she deserved her peace on the matter… And I also needed to give them the check of the sold house."
"I see…" she spoke after a sigh. She didn't want to ask details since she could sense that possible that detail was something that could hurt her.
"I hope now she has finally gotten the other peace she so much needed and maybe she can finally be with Noah…" he spoke with a saddened look
"You should pray for her and I'll pray for you to get your peace of mind and give you support in everything you need… Goodbyes hurt the most when the story wasn't finished and I know you care about her more than you demonstrate and it's okay… you know me long enough to know I won't argue about that."
"It was finished!" he replied in assurance, "You know, sometimes I wonder if I deserve someone like you."
"Chris, I'll stay with you for as long as you allow me to stay. The only definite thing I'm sure is that we have an unbreakable bond that is called Charlotte Elise Novak Redfield. I'll be your wife one day at a time because I know how your work works and…" she left her sentence in hang
"And what?"
"Hearts aren't handcuffs and people aren't prisons. When you feel it's time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission."
"You think I'm going to do that with you?"
Evana giggled, "Chris! Isn't it what you do to everyone some times? Isn't it what people have complained about you? Honestly… different of them I'm ready for the day that happens, IF that happens. I'm not saying that's going to be a fact. I'm not a medium to see the future and me thinking this way doesn't mean I love you less, but I'm a quick learner and I learned the lesson still back in Bohma. My vow to you was real, I will love you until death do us apart, but it's not necessarily the physical death… but the death of our love, feelings, the willing to stay together… Sometimes remorse is stronger than love."
Chris didn't know what to say, but he could understand the logic in her thoughts. He looked at her and she smiled softly at him. That conversation was over. The past didn't matter anymore, their present was crying at the next room. Plus, they still had a honeymoon to enjoy in the fullest.
"Dear Diary,
My love for him is transcendental."
Welll guys, that was it for now. I hope you liked it!
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A/N: I HAD TO REPLACE THE CHAPTER BECAUSE IT WAS INCOMPLETE IN THE FIRST PUBLISH, SORRY ABOUT THAT. NOW IS COMPLETE.
Sigh... With the taste of ending I really don't have much to say, I guess...
It's been a long journey and it wouldn't have happened without guys! You are awesome!
I was really about to end it in this chapter. It felt the right thing to do and somehow that was the end for most of the characters. I confess I never had an open universe, or had written an open universe before. But that's life... There are encounters, goodbyes, happiness, sadness, ups and downs. Nothing is permanent as we want it to be, but there's still determined things that define our fates forever.