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Epilogue

Lana looked back to her old pictures again. The kids were grown up already. Johnny and Jane, she chuckled, not very original but her kids didn't need a big or strange name to stand out. They were hers and Oliver's children, gifted, charming and determined.

She remembered those first weeks when they got Johnny home. Oliver had been so scared to harm their baby but she had been so assertive. She knew what to do. She knew how to change Johnny's diapers, feed him, and comfort him. Oliver was mesmerized by her super powers or so he called them. She smiled, and flipped another page. This one was of Jane, her first picture. Johnny was five years old and so very happy to have a baby sister. He wore glasses like his daddy.

Lana treasured those memories when the kids were young and sweet. Those had been the best years of her life. She couldn't complain about her life, but if she had to choose, she would choose to go back to those years. She had Johnny and Jane's unconditional love and they thought her and Oliver were super heroes.

"Still looking at those. I thought you would be tired of looking at them by now." She looked up to see her husband of almost fifty years. Oliver still had those same brown eyes that were so kind to her.

"I'll never get tired of looking at them. You were truly handsome Oliver." She chuckled and felt the sofa dip under his weight. "Well, you are just as beautiful as when the doctor took that picture.

She smiled; he always knew what to say to her. "I love you Oliver." She kissed his lips gently.

They were at their home in New York. Lana just finished a piece about her life as a journalist and public figure. They were celebrating her as an innovator. She had built a life for herself. Oliver and her built a life together. Sometime she couldn't believe that she was a published author, a known public figure and the inspiration for million of young women. She couldn't believe that her husband was one of the most recognizable psychiatrists in the world. Her husband had worked with international agencies to reduce unawareness about the mentally ill. She couldn't believe she had four grandchildren and two adult children. Jane followed into her father's footsteps and became a doctor, neurosurgeon. Johnny was a senator. She knew her baby would run for elections next term. She knew her baby.

Oliver flipped through other pages; they came to the teenage years. Those were the hardest years. Oliver's career and hers took off at the same time, they both travelled a lot and so did the children. Oliver didn't want to give up on his career and neither did Lana. They fought a lot. Lana was convinced that Oliver was sabotaging her because he was jealous. He accused her of not taking care of the children. They fought in front of the children. Jane was ten and Johnny fifteen.

They went through a separation and almost divorced when the unthinkable happened. Lana got pregnant but lost the baby. She felt a pang of guilt whenever she thought about it. She didn't know and she thought she was too old to be pregnant again. John started using drugs and alcohol.

John was drunk, really drunk and blamed her for the separation. It had been a hard night for all of them. Lana asked Oliver to move out of their home. Jane cried when her daddy left the house but John didn't take that approach, he said horrible things to her and stormed out of the house. Lana didn't do anything until it was 3:00 AM and no John. She had to call Oliver. He would know what to do. She was desperate; no one knew where her baby was.

"Calm down sweetheart. I'll be there in a few minutes." He was there, as promised. All the hurtful words, everything was forgotten when Oliver walked in with their baby boy.

"Oh Johnny." She ran to her son and tried to kiss him. Her baby shook her off and pushed her. Lana fell hard and hit her belly against the coffee table, she gasped but didn't notice anything amiss. She stood up to see Oliver hit their child. Johnny fell on the floor. Oliver was so angry; he picked their son as if he weighed nothing. She was thankful Jane was asleep upstairs.

"Never again dare to touch your mother like that." He yelled at him. She was taken aback, she was the disciplinarian and they had never used corporal punishment.

"Apologize to your mother." Her husband yelled. Johnny seemed to sober up after his father gave him a black eye; he stood defiantly quiet and glared at her.

Oliver grabbed their son by the collar and pushed him to her. "Now, apologize."

"I'm sorry mother." Johnny said quickly, a little fearful, to be truthful so was Lana.

"Go up to your room." Oliver thundered.

Lana and him were alone at last. He went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. It was strange because he didn't light up a cigarette. He quit, or so Jane claimed.

She felt it then, the blood. Oliver helped her and they went to the hospital where they confirmed she had miscarried. She cried and welcomed Oliver's comfort and support. He went back to the house and they became a family again. They united to get Johnny help, and they slowly repaired their family. She cut back some hours and so did Oliver. He even declined a job in the United Kingdom for them.

"Could you believe that our son could be president?" Oliver laughed and shook his head. She smiled, "Well, he's got my personality and your looks. He'll be a wonderful president."

"Do you ever think about your life if you hadn't saved me?"

"All the time." He said seriously. His eyes were dark and somber, she knew that look, over the years she had learned that Oliver thought that he was lost without her. It always impressed her. She was the one who needed him. He had helped her build that life.

He caressed her cheek, a gesture as old as their relationship, "You saved me Lana. If it weren't for you and our children I would have been different, perverse even." He smiled,

"For years I thought of chaining you to my basement." She laughed. He told her as much when their first grandchild was born. He thought it would creep her out but it didn't. "You never did. That's what counts." She smiled.

Their relationship was not like any other. They were too ambitious, jealous and selfish. They didn't pride themselves of being good people. They were survivors, takers, and the fittest. She kissed her husband and smiled. They were old, tired but at the top.