Epilogue

Author: ZeusFluff.

Disclaimer: The only people I own in this epilogue are Will, Katie, Rob, Nora, Rachel, and the dog Koda. The rest go to the 4400. Date Started: 4/24/08. Date Finished: 4/24/08. Hope you will all enjoy the epilogue! Thanks so much!

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July 20th, 2007

Bringing my son Will into the world was a miracle. I would have never asked for anything more than that. Katie is on the mend. She’s gained almost all of the weight she lost during her little “stay” with her biological mother Kandy. She can walk almost normally now. In a few weeks, she’s going in for surgery to correct the way her arm sits at her side. The way she holds it, makes it look like she has the arm of a t-rex.

Everyone around me marvels at what a miracle Will really is. They fuss over him as if there is no tomorrow. I say they are just spoiling him. I am happy to say that Will weighs a healthy 12lbs and 8oz. He’s my biggest baby, and my first. He’s certainly brought more joy into my life than I could have ever imagined. I notice I cry a lot more now. Rob says it’s just my emotions. He says that 50 percent of women get Post-partum distress disorder. I guess I’m one of the 50 percent.

It’s been only three days since I’ve had Will, but my body is so drained of energy it feels like I’ve been like this for a few years. I heard Will begin to cry. I’ve learned to distinguish his hungry cries from his hold me cries. I saw Katie look into the basinet for a second and try to speak to Will as if he would understand her.

“Will mama’s coming get you. Too noisy Will! Be quiet”!

I got up and slowly made my way towards Katie. When I got to the basinet, I pulled Katie to the side for a moment and spoke to her.

“Katie sweetie, that wasn’t very nice. Your brother doesn’t understand you yet. He doesn’t understand that you want him to be quiet. He’s crying because he’s hungry. Now, tell your brother you’re sorry”.

I saw Katie cross her arms across her chest and shake her head. She still threw temper tantrums and she was four years old. But mentally she will always be two years behind. Physically she’s four years-old. Mentally she’s only two. I saw her begin to cry and stomp her feet on the floor. I heard her speak up.

“No. Katie no sorry! Katie no wanna”!

I wasn’t in the mood for one of her tantrums right now. I tried to get down to her level and tell her that this wasn’t not okay for her to act like this. But all she did was pull away from me and fall onto the floor kicking and screaming. I got down on the floor and pulled her into my arms. It was time for someone go have some quiet time. I spoke up.

“Katie, I think you need some quiet time in the corner. You’re not being nice to your brother. Right now you’re making mommy very sad”.

I pulled a chair into the corner by the window and sat Katie down in it. I’d have her sit there for five minutes. Katie sat quietly for five minutes. When the time was up I saw her walk over to me and tell me she was sorry.

“Mama, Katie sorry. Very sorry. Katie no bad no more... I sorry Will. Katie love little brother”.

I saw Katie place a kiss on Wills’ head before I picked him up out of the basinet. When I picked him up, he cried louder. But if this was the joys of motherhood, then I welcomed it and anything other thing that came my way.

I had loving children, and that was all I needed to complete my family. Besides Peter. But it would be a long time before we saw each other again thought.