She turned those beautiful brown eyes to me, her gaze full of pure, unadulterated hero worship aimed as always, of all people, at Elena and I. Two people who had never thought they would be anything but villains.
“They’re perfect,” she whispered.
And they were.
Just like she was.
I bent to kiss her head and then the heads of our two new babies and finally my wife’s upturned mouth, waiting for me.
And I knew this was exactly the kind of ending we deserved.
The End.