"I assume you want me to go with you?" Bette said with a smile.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, giving her a long passionate kiss, "I want you to go with me and stay with me forever."

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Epilogue:

15 years later

"Wooo!" Angelica yelled swooshing past us on her broom.

Bette shook her head and looked at me, "so you wanted to let her stay with Auntie Alice and Auntie Dana in LA for the weekend huh? Look what Alice taught her!"

"They were gonna teach her at the witch academy ya know," I said matter of factly.

"Yes, but when she was 13 and old enough to be responsible about it," Bette said, "not when she’s 6!"

I giggled, "I think it’s cute. Plus she can tire herself out."

Bette burst out laughing and gave me a kiss, "I love you so much T."

I smiled at her. Things had changed so much over the years. We vowed a "vegetarian" diet, if you can call it that, and traveled all around the world. Then we found the perfect home in a solitary mountain in Alaska. It’s dark all the time but not to far from the city so Angie could go to school like normal as well as have access to the train for the witch school which she met up with her guide Melissa.

Now Angelica. She’s a completely different story. Both of us wanted to have children so badly, but neither one of us could have them. We did still have functioning eggs, our bodies just couldn’t adjust to pregnancy.

That’s when Bette’s sister came in. She’s the only human who knows what we are and gladly acted a surrogate for my egg and a donor of Bette’s choice, Marcus Allenwood. Oddly enough, Kit gave her enough of her own Porter genes to make Angelica look like both of us.

Deciding to make her a witch was a decision made because Dylan kept saying that she had immense power as a small toddler and that she could be the witch who unites us all. That was my reasoning at least. Bette’s reasoning was that witches become non-aging when they reach the prime of their power.

"Earth to mommy!" Angelica said waving her broom in front of my face.