Holiday - Epilogue

[fbrobey.livejournal.com]

Here you go, the last chapter of Holiday at long last, although it's sad to see the ending on here now :-(  Anyway hope you've enjoyed it, thank you for sticking this, and hopefully the Epilogue won't disappoint...

Flo xxxxx

Title: Holiday
Chapter(s): 12 of 12
Rating: PG
Summary: Wayne has a holiday he isn't ever going to forget.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the story.  This did not happen as it is purely a fan fic.  It is not intended to slander the people it dipicts.

“Daddy. Plane.” Everett observed, pointing out of the window, his intelligent brown eyes twinkling in the sunlight streaming through into the car. Next to him, his twin sister was fast asleep in her car seat, snoring quietly her mouth wide open.
“That’s right. Clever boy.” praised Greg.
“Daddy’s trying to concentrate on driving, sweetie.” Jennifer smiled at the chatty toddler.

Jessica began to stir, her chestnut eyes blinking, temporarily dazed, her tiny fists rubbed wearily at her eyes as she yawned. Greg smiled at his children, glancing in his mirror.
“Mummy. This way.” Everett pointed once more in the direction they were going. 
“That’s right. We’re going on an airplane, aren’t we?” Jennifer replied. The tot furrowed his face in severe concentration.
“Yeah.” he decided to reply before returning to his colourful book.

****

“Dad, are we going to visit Greg and Jennifer this summer?” asked Melissa hopefully, as they tucked into lunch. 
“I will need to check with them but I think so.” replied Wayne cheerfully. His smile was a permanent feature on his face once more, now that Mandie had agreed to share access fairly. 

“How are the twins?” she asked happily.
“A handful,” replied Wayne chuckling. “Greg says if Shia wasn’t so good-natured she’d have eaten them by now the amount they tug on her tail.” Melissa giggled at the image of the toddlers tormenting the poor, old ocelot.

****

“Daddy. What’s that?” gurgled Jessica, hand fitted securely into Greg’s warm palm.
“That’s a grave honey. We lay pretty flowers down.” he explained as gently as he could. Dreading the word he knew was certain to come.
“Why?” She enquired, blinking up at Greg. Identical pairs of eyes stared into each other before he clarified.
“Your sister is there, under the ground. She can’t be with us anymore, so we give her flowers to let her know we still love her.” Jennifer squeezed Greg’s shoulder gently and approvingly. 

Everett clung to his Mother who cradled him lovingly. He was still jetlagged from the flight, having not slept the entire journey, chattering to everyone who passed him.

 The little family lay down the brightly coloured flowers, instantly beautifying the forlorn, worn marble, with faded letters.
“What’s that?” asked Jessica curiously.
“Her name, honey. Amanda Jennifer Proops.” Greg informed her. The sting of saying the name had long since dulled. He smiled sadly at the grave. He would never forget.