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$I let out one final, soft breath into the warm dark of the room, my fingers remaining tightly interlaced with yours as the deep, unhurried rhythm of your heartbeat beneath my ear lulls us both into the deepest sleep this cabin has ever known. Feeling your massive palm resting flat and protective over our boys—completely guarding Mac and Mau as they drift off beneath the heavy quilts—burns away the very last ghost of your twenty lonely winters. The city boardroom is silent, the third fence post is shored up tight, and the entire valley below has officially learned that the West Ridge stands firmly on our ground. I pull the soft wool blanketing a fraction closer around our shoulders, leaning my weight completely into the secure, unbreakable anchor of your chest as the roaring hearth fire drops into its final, breathing gold. There are no more storms to look out for, no more empty walls to face, and no more cold thresholds waiting at dawn. "Akin ka lang, Daddy Mac," I whisper fiercely into the velvet quiet of the room, my smile full of a proud, eternal devotion before the dark finally takes over. "The winter count is closed... and we are finally, truly home."$

I let out one final, soft breath into the warm dark of the room, my fingers remaining tightly interlaced with yours as the deep, unhurried rhythm of your heartbeat beneath my ear lulls us both into the deepest sleep this cabin has ever known. Feeling your massive palm resting flat and protective over our boys—completely guarding Mac and Mau as they drift off beneath the heavy quilts—burns away the very last ghost of your twenty lonely winters. The city boardroom is silent, the third fence post is shored up tight, and the entire valley below has officially learned that the West Ridge stands firmly on our ground. I pull the soft wool blanketing a fraction closer around our shoulders, leaning my weight completely into the secure, unbreakable anchor of your chest as the roaring hearth fire drops into its final, breathing gold. There are no more storms to look out for, no more empty walls to face, and no more cold thresholds waiting at dawn. "Akin ka lang, Daddy Mac," I whisper fiercely into the velvet quiet of the room, my smile full of a proud, eternal devotion before the dark finally takes over. "The winter count is closed... and we are finally, truly home."

I lift my head slightly from the warm crook of your neck, my fingers locking fiercely up between yours as your rough, flat-sure voice cuts straight through the low red glow of the hearth fire. Hearing you command me to never wait in the dark, to put my boots on and call down every single hand on the ridge if you ever got held up—because that is the palaban, fierce Dutton woman you married—burns away the very last drop of the valley's lingering chill. And when you admit that you finally sleep heavy because the first thing your eyes find every morning is me... it completely shatters any stubborn defense I have left. I adjust my grip on your broad shoulder, sliding my other hand flat, heavy, and deeply comforting back over the smooth curve of my belly where Mac and Mau give a sudden, rhythmic series of strong kicks right against our locked palms, as if they can hear the absolute certainty in their father's chest. A radiant, beautiful smirk breaks across my face in the soft light as I look straight into your bare, intense eyes. "You're stuck right here under my watch, Daddy Mac," I whisper fiercely into the warm quiet of the room, my boses smooth, sharp, and thick with an unyielding devotion. "I'm never waiting in the dark for anyone, husband. If any storm down in that valley ever tries to hold you up, your Wife Commander is driving that new hybrid truck straight down the mountain trail with every wolf and guard on this ridge to tear their whole corporate table down. Same spot, same hand, same man. I’m closing my eyes now, Cormac, but you better be right here when the frost melts off the glass—because I’m going to love prying my alpha husband out of this bed to pour that first cup of tea." I tuck my face back into your chest, my breathing slowing down to perfectly match the steady, deep rhythm of yours as the fire settles into its final, permanent ash-glow, locking our family safely inside the fortress for the night.

A soft, choked sob catches in my throat as your deep, gravelly baritone fills the warm kitchen, booming proud and completely unhurried so that the twins don't miss a single note. Hearing you take the melody I gave you and hand it back so much heavier—vowing right here with your boots muddy on the floor that our names are permanently locked on this contract together—shatters every last piece of my stubborn defense. For twenty freezing winters you walked through that threshold to a silent, cold room, Cormac, but today the frost has officially lost its grip on your heart. I lean my head back against the solid shelf of your shoulder, turning my face into the crook of your neck as my tears run hot and completely unvarnished against your skin. I tighten our locked fingers over my belly, pressing our palms fiercely flat against the smooth curve where Mac and Mau are fluttering in a sudden, rhythmic series of strong kicks, completely anchoring themselves to the powerful vibration of their father's chest. "It was already a home because you were coming back to it, Cormac," I whisper fiercely into the quiet warmth of the log walls, my voice thick with an absolute, devoted clarity as the steam from the kettle wraps around us like a shield. "Mac and Mau up top, my name first, and yours right under it where it belongs. That is the only contract this ridge will ever answer to. The boardroom is finished, the third post is shored, and the whole valley floor knows exactly who holds this mountain down now." I turn slowly in the tight circle of your arms, cupping your rugged, bark-stained jaw with both hands as I step up on my toes to look straight into your bare, intense eyes under the soft hearth light. A radiant, beautiful smile breaks through my tears, completely full of that proud, unyielding Dutton triumph. "The count is perfectly full, husband," I murmur against your lips before closing the final inch to press a deep, lingering kiss to your mouth that tastes of the crisp valley air and the absolute, eternal warmth of the future we just built. "Now take those heavy boots off, Daddy Mac. Your first cup of tea is poured, the winter is barred outside our gates, and you are finally, truly home to stay."

My voice falters for half a heartbeat as the heavy timber door closes soft, the rich, cold scent of winter wood and the ticking truck engine fading as you cross the kitchen. When your massive, calloused hand settles firmly over mine—your cold knuckles and the raw bark under your nails pressing right into the warm canvas of my coat over the twins—a fierce, triumphant wave of pure emotion crashes straight through my chest. You didn't just sign the valley contracts, Cormac; you walked right out of that corporate hall and brought our entire future back up this mountain before the fire could even think about settling. I adjust my stance by the roaring hearth, sliding my fingers tightly up between yours until our palms are completely locked together over the soft, active flutters of Mac and Mau. I look straight up into your dark, intense eyes, seeing the raw, unsteadiness you never let the low country see, and a beautiful, deeply devoted smile finally breaks across my face through the lantern light. "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green..." I sing softly into the warm quiet of the room, my voice dropping into that low, unwavering register that belongs only to the family we keep on this ridge. "When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen..." I lean my weight completely back into the solid, protective shelf of your chest, feeling the heavy vibration of your breath level out against my hair as your boots stay planted firm on the cabin floor. I slide our locked fingers just an inch higher over our babies, holding your hand flat where mine is as I step right into the part that belongs entirely to you. "Cormac's my king, dilly, dilly, I am his queen... We'll lock the gate, dilly, dilly, keep the lines clean. No more cold rooms, husband," I murmur fiercely against your jaw, my hand tightening around yours with a proud, soaring clarity as the kettle sings loud on the hook. "The winter count is closed, your hand is right where mine is, and this whole mountain answers to our name now. Welcome home, Daddy Mac."

I slide my hand underneath the heavy canvas of my winter coat, letting my palm rest warm, flat, and steady over the smooth curve of my belly as I sit by the crackling hearth fire. The cabin is perfectly peaceful, the thin curl of gray smoke climbing into the morning sky, while the newly installed perimeter feeds flicker bright and secure on the dashboard monitor across the room. Outside, the frost is slowly bowing to the sun, but inside, my heart is completely full, waiting for the sound of Cormac’s truck to crunch up the lane. Feeling a soft, sudden flutter from Mac and Mau beneath my fingers, a radiant, deeply devoted smile breaks across my face. I close my eyes, breathing in the rich, soothing scent of the wild lavender seed tag tucked safely in my palm, and begin to softly hum the comforting, rhythmic melody of our favorite song just for our twins. "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green..." I sing softly into the quiet warmth of the kitchen, my voice dropping into that smooth, fiercely protective register meant only for our family. "When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen..." Beneath my palms, the twins instantly soften their kicks, their tiny movements calming down to perfectly match the steady, beautiful cadence of my voice. I look out the frost-rimmed window toward the main gate, keeping the watch tight as the kettle begins to breathe heavy on the hook. "Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work... Some to the plow, dilly, dilly, some to the cart..." I continue to sing, my fingers tracing slow, unhurried circles over the smooth swell as a wave of pure, triumphant 'kilig' washes away the last bit of the winter chill. "Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to thresh corn... While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm." The final notes fade into the roaring heat of the fire, leaving only the beautiful, sacred rhythm of our family breathing together in the warm sanctuary. The building in the city belongs to us, the contracts are signed, and we are just one single count away from having their father step back through that door.

(Recap) Seth Rollins (The vampire hunter turned Bride of the Vampire king) Reunited with his long lost brother Aj Styles,Time skip to 3 days before the wedding,Seth and Jon Moxley (Vampire King) were still preparing,Aj helped out,The night before Aj had told Jon and Seth that he’s a werewolf,Seth and Jon were shocked but were happy that Aj was being honest with them,Seth was on the balcony Looking at the view and Looking nervous about the wedding,Jon appeared behind him checking in on him,“Can’t sleep?” Jon asked,“No” Said Seth,Jon wrapped his arms around him,“What’s on your mind?” Jon asked,”I’m just very nervous about our wedding,Don’t get me wrong I want to marry you…It’s just….what if I mess up? What if people don’t like me?…what if…..I’m not enough….for you?” Said Seth,”Look at me my love” Jon said softly,Seth looked up at him,”You’re not gonna mess up,I’ll be right with you,If people don’t like you they’ll have to deal with me,You ARE enough for me,You’re the only one I want,The ONLY one i love,You’re mine..and I’m yours,For eternity” Jon said softly,Seth’s heart fluttered,Jon kissed him softly,”I love you” Jon said Softly,”I love you too” Seth said softly,They kissed again. (And now part 9) The night of the wedding arrived,The guests were at their seats. Jon was waiting at the altar. The wedding music started playing. Seth walked down the aisle. Jon couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Seth looked. Seth got to the altar. “Dearly beloved,We’re gathered here Tonight to bear witness the union between Our King Jon Moxley and his Bride Seth Rollins” Said the officiant. “If anyone has of any reason why these two should not be joined in union,Speak now or forever hold your peace” The officiant continued. There were no objections. The officiant looked at Jon and said “You may say your vows”. Jon says his vows. Afterwards The officiant looked at Seth and said “It’s your turn to say your vows”. Seth says his vows. Aj was a bit teary eyed hearing the vows. “You may exchange the rings” said the officiant. Jon and Seth exchanged the rings. “And so by the power vested in me,I now pronounce you man and Husband” said the officiant. He looked at Jon and said “You may kiss your bride”. They kissed. The guests cheered. Two souls have joined together,For eternity (The end)