A/N: I’m back. This would be the last chapter. I couldn’t think of anything anymore because the story has finally caught up with the present – A.

I was brought back home. Kris took a week-off from work to look after me. I would just sit in a corner and stare at the wall or I would cry my eyes in bed.

I felt worthless.

I was nothing.

I wanted to die.

It was my fault.

It’s my body.

I should have known.

I’ve always wanted a child and in the blink of an eye I lost my precious little angel.

Kris puts his hands on my shoulder and I flinch. I couldn’t bear him touching me. It’s emotionally painful.

Kris sits in front of me and sighs

“you’re the strongest woman I have ever known. You don’t easily give up.”

Tears start falling

“we’ll get through this. Everything will be alright. I’m right here. I won’t leave”

I breakdown and hug him

Kris cradles me in his arms as I cried. I know he’s not good with words but whenever he says the words I won’t leave its synonymous to I love you

After crying for more than an hour, I felt lighter.

“I’m sorry” I whisper to Kris

“it’s alright. We’re alright” he hugs me tight

I hug him.

“I love you” he whispers

“I love you too” I whisper back.

After a few months, life was once again back to normal.

I stopped working because I needed a break. I settled for a life of being a housewife.

Kris and I finally admitted to each other that we still loved each other.

“maybe this time around this is our happy ending” Kris said as he hugged me while we were on a swing

“happy endings don’t exist in reality, Kris” I look at him

“how can you say that?” he looks at me bewilderedly

“life has ups and downs. Life is not perfect. We’ll constantly face problems. But we can try to be happy” I smile at him

“I’ll make you happy” he kisses my forehead as I snuggled close

A year passed and a little bundle of joy arrived. We named him Ace Geoffrey. Life may not be perfect but this close to it.

A life with Kris and our son, I couldn’t ask for more.