Years later...

"Noelle"

No answer.

"Noelle"

Still no answer.

"Noelle, you answer me, young lady" Angela called.

When there was still no answer, Angela walked into the livingroom where she knew her daughter to be.

"Brutal, why..." Angela began, but stopped when she came upon a heart-warming scene.

Brutal was laid out on the sofa, a tiny blonde haired girl tucked into his chest. Both were asleep. Angela's face softened as she looked at the two joys of her life. Well, two out of three, she thought as she rubbed her swollen belly. She walked to the sofa and placed a quilt over the two sleeping forms, before she went back into the kitchen. Life was good, and she knew in her heart that it would stay that way.