Y/N'S POV

One year later.

A year later passed, taking away the grief and replacing it with a sense of serenity. Diego, Luther, Klaus, Allison and Claire had relocated to Italy. Their absence left a void in New York, yet knowing they were happier elsewhere brought us solace. Five, Diego, and Sergio allied stronger and more resilient than ever before. Meanwhile, I reconnected with my old friends Sloane, Jayme, and Fei. It warmed my heart to see them both blooming in their new lives. Sloane actually found love in a new relationship with Luther, and Jayme surprised me by introducing her new business life of a year to me with Fei helping her by her side. They told me my brothers life are still unknown, but there happy for all of us.

Finally, as the day of my dreams arrived, I walked down the aisle towards the man of my dreams.

Long overdue.

The soft music filled the air, and I couldn't stop smiling as I drew closer to Five, my heart racing in anticipation. His stormy greeneyes, the very same one I had fallen in love with the same night I first laid my gaze on, met mine. I clutched the bouquet of beautiful white roses. A symbol of loyalty and love. Of better, brighter times to come. The white veil trailed behind me, and my hair cascaded in loose waves, some strands left loose framing my face. The fabric of my wedding gown flowed down my arms and waist like that of a princess. Finally, I reached Five's side, and my heart skipped a bit. Standing before him, and my sisters is behind me happily smiling as my bridesmaids. I knew that this was where I belonged, in his arms, bound by the promise of forever. And as we exchanged tender glances, lost in the depths of each other's eyes, I knew that our love would win any storm that came our way.

Five and I had to face many obstacles throughout our love story. It wasn't always easy. It wasn't rosy from the very beginning. But none of that mattered. Despite the fraud between our families, even though this love, our love was never supposed to exist, everything had led us to this point. Every obstacle we faced, ultimately led us back to each other. To be together. To be forever. We were bound by a forbidden yet so irresistible attraction. I still feel the taste of his lips on mine when he kissed me for the very first time when he still saw me as a task when revenge still brewed in his veins. Even then, I felt the genuine affection between us. It was as if our paths were inexorably intertwined by an unbreakable bond.

In the end, I am certain of one thing. I was meant to be his. He was meant to be mine.

"I, Five, take you, Y/n Hargreeves, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part."

Five slid a wedding band on my finger and planted a soft kiss on it. His eyes cast upward as he did so, causing my heart to flutter. This man would never stop having this intoxicating effect on me. His eyes beamed as he smiled, revealing his gorgeous teeth. God, I adored the way he smiled, with a hint of wickedness in his gaze.

"I, Y/n Hargreeves take you, Five, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part."

At last, we were pronounced husband and wife.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Ezra jumped and clapped his hands in joy, and everyone burst out in laughter.

I looked into Five's eyes, sinking in his arms as we shared our first kiss as husband and wife, sealing our love. Confetti landed on us, our family and friends cheering loudly as we started writing this new chapter of our life together.

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The ocean breeze swept over the sandy shore, and melodic tunes filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the guests.

I swayed in the arms of my now husband on the dance floor arranged at the beach, our movements synchronized, our gazes locked in love.

I looked at the reception fleetingly. It was alive with laughter and joy. Allison twirled gracefully in her brother Diego's hands; her eyes sparkling as she danced with effortless grace. Sloane was wrapped in the arms of her first boyfriend, Luther , their laughter mingling with the music as they swayed together. Jayme and Fei spun around the floor with their plus ones, their smiles radiant and contagious. Ezra and Claire moved together as if in perfect synchrony, giggling radiantly.

"You are finally my wife, Mrs. Hargreeves," Five whispered, his eyes beaming.

My lips curled up in a broad smile. "Like I wasn't before. But, I've never been happier, husband." y heart fluttered with joy.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hargreeves, congratulations!" I turned to face Diego, standing a few steps away from us among the dancing guests, his eyes fixed on mine.

"May I have this dance, sister-in-law?"

I glanced at Five, who gave me his approval with a smile. "Well, you may, brother-in-law," I said teasingly.

I let my hands on Diego's and he pulled me closer, our bodies swirling to the rhythm of the music. "I'm so happy for you two. Genuinely happy." He didn't sound convincing.

"Are you?" My eyes flickered between his.

"Well," he said as he inhaled, "wasn't easy to watch the woman I love marry my brother."

"Diego—"

"But I am happy for you, Y/n," he cut in. "I truly am."

I didn't know what to say. I felt awkward, uneasy, and confused. All at once. My eyes darted between his in silence as he swirled me around before I fell back into his arms.

He whispered into my ear, his voice husky and low. "I hope these four thousand miles that part Italy from New York will be enough for me to stay away from you."

I swallowed hard, hesitantly leaning back to look into his dark eyes.

"Perhaps, one day, I will forget that the woman I want now officially belongs to my brother."

"Diego..." My brows knitted.

"Don't say anything, Y/n. I promised you that if you choose him, I will respect that and back out, and I'll keep my promise." He sucked on his cheek before he continued, "But I am just a man, and I must keep my distance. I have to lose you from my sight."

"Is that why you moved to Italy?"

"Wasn't it obvious?" His eyes flickered between mine as we swayed to the music I no longer heard. It blurred in the background, drowned out by Diego's regretful voice. "You'll always be my unrequited desire."

I cleared my throat, feeling the unease washing through me. "Does Five know?"

Diego scoffed. "He always knows. Everything."

Suddenly, every moment, every glance, every touch I shared with Diego played out in my mind like a movie tape. I was wondering when this happened. When did I let Diego believe we have a chance? When did he fall in love with me? Perhaps it was the carefree days we spent together with Ezra, playing and dining together as a family would. Perhaps it was the tiny moments that seemed so insignificant that in fact, played the most crucial part. Perhaps, focused on my love for his brother, I didn't see the things, he did. Perhaps. And now, it was too late, my husband's brother was in love with me. What a disaster.

"Mommy!" Ezra's delighted voice snapped me back from my thoughts.

I let go of Diego's embrace, inhaled heavily, and turned to my son. "Come to me, my boy!" I reached my hands to him, and as I lifted him, my gaze met Five's, approaching with a smile.

"The two most amazing people of this evening," he remarked, smiling in a way that would melt the biggest iceberg.

"Only this evening?" I teased.

Five shook his head with a grin, wrapping his hands around my waist. "Of the entire Universe."

I fleetingly glanced at the spot where Diego had been before, and he was no longer there.

"And the queens of my heart," Five whispered in my ear. His husky voice and warm breath sweeping across my neck caused goosebumps to rise in their wake on my skin.

"What a beautiful family," Klaus exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he approached us. "I wish Viktor could've witnessed that. Oh wait? He is."

Me and Five smiled softened at the thought of our loved one who were no longer with us. "He's watching us from a better place, I'm sure," I said.

"Uncle Klaus, will you dance with me?" We chuckled as Ezra extended his arms toward Klaus.

His eyes glimmered with warmth. "But of course," he replied tenderly, taking Ezra away from me and leading him further to the dancefloor.

"I'm glad Klaus is with us," Five said softly, watching them dance. "If it weren't for him, Ezra wouldn't have one of his favorite uncles who would spoil him like he does."

I nodded, leaning my head on Five's arm. "I agree."

"It saddens me, though, that neither of our parents will see our child growing."

"Children," I stated, and Five turned to face me, his eyes narrowing.

"Children, huh?" His smirk curled up his lips, and he bit in the sexiest manner I'd ever seen. "Do you want to have more children yet?"

"Well, that's not up for discussion yet," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

Five's brows raised. "Are you trying to tell me—"

I nodded, my smile widening. "Yes, Five." I giggled. "We're going to have another baby. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, my God, are you serious?" he asked through a chuckle of disbelief.

"Yes, Five, we're going to have another baby." I couldn't stop giggling.

Five shook his head, his face beaming. He ran his hand through his hair, looking around before he exclaimed, "I'm going to be a father again."

Everyone started cheering and clapping. Five lifted me with pure happiness in his eyes and spun me around and around. We were both chuckling like a pair of school kids who had just shared their first kiss. Endlessly. Carefree. It was one of the most beautiful, happiest moments of my life. If only it weren't for the shattering look in Diego's eyes.

"I love you so much, Y/n."

I felt Five's lip curving in a smile against mine before he kissed me.

"And I love you," I said, gazing into his eyes, full of love, my fingertips caressed his rough stubble.

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"Here's breakfast for my beautiful wife, Five murmured into my ear, his lips stealing a tender kiss as he handed me a tray with food. It took me a bit of effort to adjust myself in bed. My eighth-month-pregnant belly didn't make it any easier. Ezra played beside me, filling the room with laughter.

"I still feel like it's a dream," I admitted softly, locking my eyes with my husband's. I adored the word. I loved to call him my husband. It screamed he was mine.

Five gently placed a hand on my round belly, and at that very moment, our baby kicked.

"Hey there, little one," Five cooed, kissing my belly. "You're reminding Mommy and Daddy that you're here, too, huh?"

"Yeah, our girl wants the attention," I teased.

"I told you I feel like we're going to have another boy." Five cocked his head, supporting himself on his elbows on the bed beside me.

We didn't want to know the baby's gender. We wanted it to be a surprise. Besides, it didn't matter. All that mattered was for our baby to be strong and healthy. Though we had fun placing bets, and we couldn't wait to see which one of us was right.

"I couldn't be happier, doll." Five looked deeply into my eyes, his hand now caressing my cheek. "Having a family with you is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I could say the same, Five." I said. "You've changed me in so many ways and shown me what real love feels like. You're everything to me. My friend, my lover... my safe place."

Five leaned closer, his husky, low, dreamy voice filling my ears as he muttered against my lips, his hand sliding at the back of my neck, his eyes that I fell for so damn hard, flickering between mine, "Y/n Hargreeves, I love you."

At last, I got my happy ending. I got my Big Bad Wolf, my Prince Charming. My walking contradiction. Him, Five Hargreeves. The only man I ever wanted.

sometimes red is a good choice.

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Life had never been better for Y/n and Five her now husband had found a profound joy in their roles as parents, and everything seemed just perfect. Their family had grown closer, and the love they shared was palpable. After months of thoughtful discussion, they had finally chosen a name for their new baby boy. The name resonated deeply with them, a tribute to his strong and compassionate.

Viktor.

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THE END.

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