E P I L O G U E
(n.) the final scene of a play that comments on or summarizes the main action.
10 years later
"Bleu, my love, if you drop that you'll have to pay for it." Paris giggled. Her green eyes twinkled with love at the sight of the blonde holding a baby.
"I've got the queen of Monaco as my wife. What are you talking about?" Bleu mocked shock and blew on the baby's stomach, making her giggle.
"Bleu Ivy I don't care if you're the freaking queen herself if you drop my baby you are dead meat." Brooke threatened. Her husband, a ruggedly handsome persian blacksmith, gently hugged her, smiling softly in her hair. Brooke visibly calmed down immediately. He was her polar opposite and Paris couldn't be happier for the petite woman. Everyone called Brooke the "feisty small one" and her husband the "gentle giant". They were the cutest couple.
"And you'd both be broke as fudge if you thought you could just pay if you dropped my baby girl." Brooke always tried not to curse in front of the baby.
Paris laughed softly, "Oh, we wouldn't dream of hurting our goddaughter," she nudged herself closer to where her wife stood and let the newborn hold her finger. "What did you name her?"
Brooke perked up suddenly, excitedly smacking her husband's arm. "Tell them, Leo!"
Leo softly groaned. "I wanted to name her something beautiful, like Adelaide or Emily after my mother. But the Little One threatened me."
Brooke smiled through her teeth, secretly snaking her arm around her husband to pinch his side so hard he almost yelped. "Leo, honey, the name I gave is just as beautiful! And I would never hurt you," she grinned up at him. "Too much."
The big burly man sighed, "She named her Bean."
Bleu and Paris whipped their heads around from the cooing baby.
"Yep!" Brooke grinned, gently taking the baby from Bleu's arms and kissing her soft baby cheeks. "Bean Faris."
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, "Oy."
"I was gonna name her after the two of my best friends," Brooke smiled at the two. "But 'Bleu Bean Faris' or 'Paris Bean Faris' didn't sound quite right."
Bleu and Paris laughed. After ten years of being together, they've only grown to love each other more. Paris was often stressed with the affairs she had to attend to with concern to her country, but Bleu never failed to lift her up. The blonde herself just graduated from university with a degree in architecture. She owned her own company, not wanting to take advantage of her wife's unimaginable wealth. Bleu worked to give houses to those who couldn't afford them, and the number of homeless people in their country had gone down quickly.
Paris was a fantastic queen. She was kind, and always put her people first. She was constantly thinking of how to improve her country, and she listened intently to whatever criticism and guide that were offered to her. As the years went by, she grew in maturity and wisdom, in beauty and in grace, and Bleu fell for her every single day.
Their friends had also become successful. Brooke was a medical doctor, Olivia was a journalist, and Owen had gone on to compete in the Olympics. They rarely saw Dean, except during family gatherings. He never missed one. He and Paris had grown closer, both cousins having lost their parents and betrayed by the one man they should have been able to trust the most. And so he took the family gatherings seriously, for her sake.
As for Kael and Natasja, they went back to the Academy, training more and more people their skills. They looked like they hadn't aged a day.
"Are you two planning to have kids anytime soon?" Brooke questioned. "It's been ten years and the palace has been quite silent. Kids would fill up all that space wonderfully." She brought Bean close to her and kissed her small forehead.
It would fill up our hearts wonderfully too.
Bleu looked at Paris, and she was smiling. Bleu was more than content with just having Paris by her side, but recently she had been wanting to have a child to call her own.
"Paris and I talked about it," Bleu conceded. "And we decided to go with adoption. There are so many orphans in the world, and we want to give hope and a home to one."
"Or two," Paris giggled. "Or three."
Bleu rolled her eyes playfully and kissed her wife's nose.
"Oh, that's awesome!" Brooke grinned. "I thought you were going to have Dean be your sperm donor or something."
Bleu shook her head quickly. "Hell no. He's Paris' cousin. Can you imagine how awkward it would be to have my ex-boyfriend's seed-"
"Let's go have dinner," Paris announced, interrupting Bleu. She knew how triggered the blonde would get every time someone mentioned having Dean as a surrogate father of their baby. She didn't exactly know why, since it didn't bother her that much, but if it bothered Bleu, then she was going to respect that. After all, she loved her more. "I made milady's favorite."
"Mac and cheese!" Bleu childishly rubbed her hands together. It was ridiculous how they were both in their late twenties but they still got excited about the little things that made them, them.
Their invited guests took their daughter back, and together they walked inside the palace to feast on the queen consort's favorite dish.
They weren't in the least bit perfect, but they tried, and for the next remaining years of their lives, it was enough.