I hear rustling to my left followed by soft breathing. I open my eyes and look towards the noise, seeing Ezra sitting in a white chair, his eyes closed.

“Ez.” I breathe out.

He snaps his eyes open and looks at me, a smile widening on his face.

“Lo, you’re awake.” He says, reaching for my hand.

“Where am I?” I ask, pushing myself up and looking around.

“You’re in the hospital in Hidden Springs.” He answers, letting out a soft laugh, “You seem to be making a habit of waking up in hospitals.”

I smile at him. “What happened?”

“You unleashed a massive spell when you touched the President’s advisor. The Were lost her mind. Once she lost her grip on herself, she lost her power over the President, Silven, and Juniper. She had gotten a hold of a mind control potion and used it on the President, and a potion of paralysis for Silven and Juniper. The President as issued an order to suspend the war with the witches and other supernatural. He is working with the rest of the government to make amends and fix the country. Silven and Juniper lived. Juniper is the one taking care of you. She got her position back at the hospital.” Ezra tells me, smiling.

I lay quiet for a moment, taking it all in. The President was under mind control. I shake my head, aghast.

“How long have I been out?” I ask.

“Fifteen days.” He replies. “The spell ate up nearly all of your life force. You were touch and go there for a while, but you’re okay now. You and…” He pauses, his eyes sliding to my stomach.

“Me and…?” I ask, looking at him, confused.

“Well, you’re pregnant.” He laughs, a wide smile growing on his face.

“I-“ I begin, stopping. I reach my hands down to my stomach and rest them there. “I’m pregnant?”

Ezra nods. “Yes, you’re 5 weeks along with twins.”

I stare at my stomach. I’m pregnant, with twins. I bit my lip, excitement and apprehension filling my gut.

“Lo,” Ezra whispers, “We can do this.”

I look up to him and nod. “I know.” I say, pushing down my apprehension and letting my excitement take over.

Everything was okay now. The government was back to normal, we were free, I was okay, the two babies in my womb were okay. We could do this.

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8 months later

“Push!” Juniper yells.

I clench my teeth and push for all I’m worth. Ezra stands by my side, holding my hand.

“You’re doing great baby.” He encourages.

“Shut up!” I scream, pushing again. I see him wince as I clench his hand tightly. I hear a cry split the air and Juniper hands something over to Spenser.

“Nearly there! Keep pushing!” Juniper tells me.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. It’s nearly over. I push over and over, each time Juniper tells me to until she tells me to stop. Her face is long as she steps back.

“It’s over, you can rest now.” She states. She holds another bundle in her arms, but I don’t hear any more cries.

Her eyes rise to meet Ezra’s and she shakes her head.

“What, what is it?” I ask

“Your daughter,” Juniper begins, taking a deep breath, “Your daughter didn’t make it.”

She turns and leaves the room with the small bundle, with my daughter. I’m too in shock to stop her.

“Wha-what?” I mutter, no longer noticing the soft cries of my son or the nurses bustling about.

My eyes search for Ezra’s, knowing he’ll tell me the truth. He’ll tell me that I just misheard her. Instead, I’m greeted with his eyes brimming with tears. I did not mishear Juniper. I gave birth to twins, but only one is alive now.

AN: This is the end of Logan’s generation. It took me months, and quite a few tears, but it’s done now. I hope you guys enjoyed the ride with me, Logan, Ezra, and the rest of her family. I can’t wait to begin her son’s story. See ya’ll in the next post 🙂