It was a very beautiful day, and the sun was already setting on the horizon. Nacho and Tomás seemed to be playing with a very unusual soccer ball, and upon seeing me, Nacho threw the ball shouting:

"Think fast!"

The ball hit me right in the face, moving me a couple of inches backward, then bouncing off to the sky. I just said:

"Ouch?" When I realized it was a metal ball, a cannonball.

"Hahaha! Home run!" he said as he pointed to the ball rolling away.

Nacho shot off like lightning to fetch the ball, while Tomás looked at him and asked me, a bit more seriously:

"How are you?"

"Do you mean my face or Anastasia?" I asked.

Tomás laughed and said, "Both, of course, my dear cousin!"

I laughed and said, "The face is fine, there are some things that not even a blow can fix. And I think things with Anastasia are going to be much better from now on."

"It's a shame I don't have a camera to take a picture of that radiant smile, cousin! Yes, I think she has really changed, a lot. Amalia is very proud of her."

Before we could even start discussing the matter further, Nacho was back. Tomás and I started coughing.

"Is it necessary to raise so much dust?" I complained.

"It's called drifting, cousin!" he said.

"No, it's called not being able to control your farts," Tomás told Nacho.

Nacho threw the ball at Tomás' crotch, and the latter shouted:

"Ohh No! Ahh! My descendants!"

Tomás told me about a new contact he made while socializing with the locals. Nacho used his place for dabbling with the tech and stuff needed to "modernize" our cave. I told them about my mask and the need to know more news about the progress with the cure and check my gadgets. While we arrived to this man's workshop, Tomás keeps telling about the locals:

"I helped him with a truck and a couple of motorcycles. He likes it when he needs some heavy lifting; he let me use his workshop so we could check out your futuristic mask."

I thanked the driver and we began the repairs. Nacho and I checked the components while Tomás simply socialized with the locals, who seemed to really enjoy the conversations.

I managed to activate the mask and had messages from Carlisle.

"My goodness! I have several unread messages; I should have paid more attention. I need to read the messages, one moment."

"Okay," said Nacho as he went to join the group.

"Very good morning, my dear Gonzalo.

We have very good news. I was able to successfully synthesize the serum using the component you provided, and it seems to have been very satisfactory. We conducted the first test with a volunteer named Fred. We followed the procedure for administering the serum orally, and the patient had no sequelae whatsoever. We will continue monitoring him for a while, but we have faith that everything will go well. I have spoken with Aro, and he doesn't seem to have any problems as long as we don't break his rules.

Best regards,

Carlisle.

PS: Bella, Edward, and Alice send their regards."

I replied to him, basically telling him everything that had happened and that we were all fine. Finally, I called the guys back, and we returned home.

Arriving at what would be my room, although more than a room, it was a workshop, I began to assemble the servers with the parts that Nacho had been gathering. Nacho came over and said happily,

"Look what I've got here!"

He showed me a promethium battery. I asked him,

"And where did you get that? From the dagger? The saber?"

"Ah! Nope. I found this one all by myself!" He smiled.

"Don't tell me that... no, never mind, don't tell me," I thought, sure that he had probably stolen it.

"Hahaha, plug it in!"

The place lit up, and the fans started running. We had electricity.

"Woohoo! I'll be able to bring the consoles and play!" He shouted in jubilation!

Tomás looked and said, "Not a bad idea, maybe I'll use it to charge our phone batteries, buying chargers is horrible."

I set everything up for Nacho so we could play, just like we used to.

I visited Anastasia, and by the candlelight, she was writing in one of her books. I didn't want to disturb her and tried to leave, but she quickly approached and hugged me tightly.

"Don't leave me, I want to show you something."

Anastasia showed me three books. One complete, written in English: "The Mistletoe." I read.

"This one is complete, now I'm writing the second book, called 'The Red Rose.' I also have ideas for the last one in my trilogy. What do you think?"

"I love it! Literature is really your thing. If you want, I can give you a laptop or install some lighting so you can see better," I suggested.

"No, thank you, my love. Candlelight and handwriting make me feel at home, in my times. Besides, you look lovely in candlelight." She smiled.

I let out a nervous laugh, and I noticed she had a flower adorned in her hair. I realized Anastasia loves to decorate the place with plants; it made sense since she used to be a country girl.

"You look wonderful too, my love. I'll bring you soil and some plants, maybe something to water them with? Or UV lights?"

We hugged, and I felt her presence like a magnet.

"I adore your beautiful voice and your scent. I love that loose hair you're wearing," she said as she tucked and played with her delicate fingers in my hair.

Then I heard Nacho's voice outside the window:

"Gonza! Finish up quickly and come over! Oh! And use a condom!"

I closed my eyes in embarrassment, Anastasia laughed and said,

"Don't worry, we won't need it. I may not be able to give you children, but I'll do my best to make you happy."

There was a sad gesture at the end of her words. I told her, looking into her eyes,

"Don't worry, I'm already happy with you by my side. Hey, and I'll take a look at your first book, okay?"

"Okay! Tell me what you think, no holds barred, okay?" She smiled.

"I promise," I said, putting my hand on my heart. Anastasia bid me farewell with a subtle kiss, and I left the cave.

I looked around and a rock fell on my head, shattering into pieces.

"Ouch!" I looked behind me and saw both Nacho and Tomás sitting on the hill, looking at the stars.

I bounded up there, and Tomás said,

"We have a reservation, sir. What's your name?"

"Gonzalo Garcia!" I exclaimed.

"Garcia what?" Nacho asked.

I sighed and said, "Gonzalo Garcia Morales."

"Pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Tomás Morales, and the ugly one next to me is Ignacio Morales, better known as Nacho, the adorable pet of our coven."

"Your grandma's ugly, idiot!" Nacho said, patting him on the head.

"Your grandma is my grandma, duh!" Tomás laughed.

I laughed and sat in the middle before things turned physical. And as we looked at the stars, I broke the silence by saying,

"The watercolor portrait was exaggerated." With a mischievous smile.

Nacho bursts into laughter. "Hahaha, cousin. You had your doubts, huh?"

Tomás looks at us and says, "Wow, Nacho! Gonzalo has a sugar mama!"

They both laughed, and Nacho adds, "Imagine all the things she taught him, no wonder it took this rascal so long to come out!"

Tomás strikes back. "Eight hundred years of guaranteed experience, what a great service!" Then he adds, "But joking aside, it seems she behaved relatively well, for being eight hundred years old."

"You read her diary, nosy!" Nacho shouts at him, clearly surprised and delighted.

"Shhh! Shhh! Silence idiot!" Exclaims Tomás trying to be silent and covering Nacho's mouth.

"And you guys? I asked, trying to change the topic and shaking my head.

"Nah," says Tomás. "I did everything when I was human, I think I had enough of love matters; I'd rather be with you guys."

Nacho adds, "I think I agree with Tomy, I've had too much crap, and I'll take a break."

"You had too much of Luise, you'll say, cousin. You know, I have eternity to figure out who she is," Tomás laughs with a hint of mischief, then after a pause, he adds, "It's good to be together again, feels like home."

"I was stupid to leave, guys, but I promise I'll be here with you until the end," Nacho adds.

"I always missed you guys, from the moment I moved to Himmelsburg. I think God wanted us to be together, and I have faith that the future will be good," I said.

Tomás stretches out his hand and says, "As the oldest of us, I solemnly swear I'll be with and take care of you guys until the end." Nacho, hitting his hand and putting his own, joins in, saying, "In good times and bad." And I put my hand on top of Nacho's, saying, "Forever."

And so, we promised never to separate again; there's no better company than being with those you love.

THE END

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.

Jesus Christ