Red

Epilogue

*Poorly edited. I will come back and fix it later. *

I couldn't help it as the tears brimmed in my eyes threatening to spill from the joy inside of me. I held Michael's hands tightly in my own and I could tell he was bursting from joy too, trying to keep his emotions in check. His brown eyes bored into mine as we listened to the priest speaking, not really taking in the words apart from when the response was needed.

'And do you, take this woman to be your wife? For better and for worse, through sickness and in health?' The priest questioned with a knowing smile.

'I do,' Reef said with a huge smile on his face.

'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.'

As their lips crashed together for the first time of their marriage, I couldn't help but let the tears slide from my eyes and down my cheeks at seeing my son finally married.

Everyone stood on their feet and clapped and cheered as Reef and Laura ran hand in hand down the isle, grins on their faces that looked perminate.

At the steps near the door when Laura walked in, they stopped once again and Reef pulled his mate into him and I rested my weight on Michael.

'My little boy,' I cried to him, watching with teary eyes as the bride and groom left the church. The best men and bridesmaids left behind them, then everyone else started filing out of the church for photos and to head to the reception.

'Love, he's 29. His not a boy and his certainly not little.' Michael scoffed at my emotions.

I couldn't help but mentally agree with him, watching as Reef grew up and talking after his father down to the dot.

Reef had the same deep brown eyes as Michael and inherited the height gene and wolf gene. Reef looked down on his father by an inch. Just like his dad, he was blessed with a very muscular frame which he took time to keep care of and train to have a defined body.

Truth be told, Reef looks nothing like me. The same goes for our daughter Abbey. They both inherited everything from Michael, even Abbey being tall for a girl at 5 foot 11. Both werewolves as well.

My kids however did take over me in ther personality department. We all thought the same and carried out actions the same while sharing the love for the beach.

'His always my little boy.' I stubbornly said as Michael's arms snaked around my waist and rested his chin atop of my head.

Even after living for 56 years, Michael still had the world in his favour. Still working out, he kept his fit frame but having there effets of growing older, meaning slightly looser skin and the odd wrinkle on his face. His hair was slowly starting to become grey and his snoring has come to a point where I kick him out onto the couch, but his still the same as when he was 26.

Overly protective of not only me, but his son and daughter, very touchy, temperamental, but obviously I still love him with everything I have.

'Lets go outside and see your 'little boy.' Michael suggested and tapped me on the side and I eagerly nodded my head in agreement.

Making our way out into the cool autumn air, I broke away from Michael as I saw Reef standing and talking to a friend.

'My boy,' I cooed as I quickly walked up to him and hugged him tightly trying to keep my emotions in check.

'Mommmm,' he whined and wrapped be up in a huge bear hug. 'I'm 35, I stopped being your little boy years ago.'

Pulling away slightly I slapped him on the chest. 'Stop it. Your father said the same thing only a minute ago and I refuse to let that be it. You will always be my boy.' I beamed up at him.