She woke up early the next morning, surrounded by his arms, to see that he was already awake, and staring at her. She smiled at him, remembering the events of last night. (It felt like the first night again.)
Life was looking good for them again. But every time they would look at Ethan, at his second thumb, they would know that they were different than any other couple. That was going to be a constant reminder in their lives…
"Hey", he whispered into her ear.
"Hey", he whispered back. "I should probably go check on Ethan now…"
He nodded and squeezed her hands. "Don't worry about him Alex. We'll take good care of him, I promise."
"How do you know?" she asked.
He smiled brightly at her. "Because it's you and I… how can we not?"
(A/N: sorry to end it so suddenly, but reviews/hits dropped, my life got busy, and I want to use my limited time to write 'Holocaust' properly. I don't like keeping things on hiatus, so there you go. This is over... please tell me if you liked this story!)