The sobbing didn't stop.
The tears poured down my face.
The flames and smoke danced up in the night sky.
The theatre was gone.

"You didn't think I'd leave this world so you would have to fend for yourself, did you?" A voice said behind me.
My tears became even more flowing when I turned around.
He stood there, hair sweaty and tousled.
Tux messed up and tie lazily hung around his neck.
Donny.

I ran up to him and swung my arms around his overly-muscular build, sobbing into him.
I wrapped my entire petite body around his torso, as if I'd never let him go.
His arms wrapped around me, kissing me hastily, as if we hadn't seen each other for thirty years.
"You said--" I cried into him.
"Fuck what I said," He lightly laughed, relieved.

"I love you so fucking much." I gasped between sobs.
"You have no idea," Donny kissed me on the top of my head.

"If you had--" I cut myself off.
"I know." Donny shushed me gently.

"Omar?" I asked.
Donny shook his head.

***

"After all this, I still say it was worth it." Smithson grinned.
"I agree. Stupid Nah-zis." Aldo smirked triumphantly.

Donny and I smirked at each other.
The war was at a close.
Hirschberg, Smithson, Donny, me, Aldo and a few other Basterds were together for the last time.

We learned that Bridget was killed by Landa before the theatre blew up.
The Basterds, nevertheless, were crushed to hear about Omar.
But, they also learned that Smithson scalped his first Nazi.

"Now that the fuckin' war's over," Aldo grinned, "I guess we're goin' our seperate ways, eh?"

"I'm going back to New York City," Smithson replied, sighing in relief.
"Tenessse for me." Aldo smirked.
"Maine for me." Hirschberg shrugged.

"Boston." I said in an awkward, Finnish accent, trying to pronounce it right.
The boys all looked at me, even Donny, with a smirk.

"How can I fuckin' forget?! The Bear Jew and the Crossfire Jew are getting married." Aldo cackled.
"I expect to be invited." Hirschberg teased in his bad-ass manner.
The Basterds all agreed, shooting expectant looks at Donny and I.

Donny was so much older than me. But I loved him nevertheless.
Since he was taller than me, he looked down to me, "Of course we'll invite the Basterds."
I smirked up at him and nodded, and bit my lip.

The next few months were busy, the war just getting over.
When Donny brought me back to Boston, he was famous.
He was in the newspapers, everyone and anyone knew about him and his heroic (yet bad-ass) work in World War II.

I met Mr. and Mrs. Donnowitz.
They told Donny they were proud that he brought me home to Boston.
Everyone questioned Donny about me, how I was found by the Basterds, if I could speak proper English.

Before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant.
She was born the following April, the baby.
Her name was Dayton Bridget Donnowitz.

Donny picked out the first name.
We both decided that Bridget should be the middle name.
After all, Bridget von Hammersmark did a lot for us.
Even if she was a double-agent.

The wedding was in July; I was married at the age of eighteen.
And you guessed it. The Basterds were there.
Aldo was Donny's best man.

***

So this is were my tale of my time with the Basterds of World War II ends.
Filled with romance, violence, swearing, and crudeness.
But hey, you know what they say.

This is as inglourious as it gets.

Last chapter! I hope you all liked it.
Ah, I loved writing this story!
I might write another Inglourious Basterds fanfiction, if desired! :)
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