The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S4 E13.5: Whatever Comes Next

Walker's POV

I finish putting the last container of Bowie's kugel into fridge as Jonah comes into the kitchen, the sunset sky lighting up the house in orange and turning him into a silhouette. His messy hair sticks up, each strand outlined by the fading sun.

"Living room's all cleaned up," he says. "That was a fun party."

"Yeah," I agree with a smile. "Eventful. An engagement and a business venture all at once."

"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty excited. Seems like the future's gonna be pretty good."

"Yeah. I think so too."

Jonah's hand finds its way around my waist as he steps up and kisses me sweetly, radiating the same pinks, golds, and fire reds as the sundown. We drift apart when we hear the pitter patter of our daughter's feet running into the kitchen.

"Daddies, can I have story?"

"Of course you can," Jonah answers.

"Can I have moonwalk to bed?"

Jonah smiles and picks her up by her armpits, lifting her into the air then landing her back down while she giggles. He repeats the launch and drop all the way through the room.

As they get to the stairs, Austen shouts to me, "Lolly, come!"

"I'm coming," I tell her. "Don't worry."

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Buffy's POV

Marty glances at the TV as he sits down beside me on the couch, wrapping his arm over me.

"Weather channel, huh? Not my taste, but you do you."

I look at the screen, realizing what's playing. I haven't even been paying attention to it. I've been so lost in thought that I didn't notice I'd even changed the channel. I pick up the remote and press the off button, making the light from the TV dissipate instantaneously, leaving the room in the dimness of just the kitchen lights spilling over into the living room.

"I was thinking," I say.

"About what?" my husband asks.

"About how Andreas is getting married, and Brayden's fifteen and only a few years behind. Cara's growing up so much."

"Declan's got a while still," Marty adds.

"Yeah, but it all just goes so fast."

"Yeah. I mean, the last four years have felt more like ten months."

"Yeah."

Electricity hums as it runs through the ceiling, filling in the night silence with its white noise.

"Thank you," I utter after a minute.

"What did I do?" Marty wonders.

"You're just incredible, and I can't imagine my life without you."

He smiles. "Back at you."

"How romantic," I reply sarcastically.

Marty chuckles then pulls me in tighter against him so that I can rest my head on his chest.

"Buffy, I knew since day one, when I first spoke to you at Andi's party, that I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you."

"Aw, there's the romance."

I lift my chin up, and he meets me with a kiss that brings me back to our first one outside Andi's party when I didn't know how to say what I was feeling, and now it comes so naturally to me. Everything with him comes naturally to me.

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Andi's POV

"Tea for you all." My dad places down the tray of mugs on the table, all filled to the brim with maple tea, the tea bags still steeping. I'm impressed he didn't spill any.

My mom and wife each choose a cup after me, and we all take sips then immediately regret it.

"I didn't think I needed to tell you it's hot," Dad says while we pant for cool air.

"Yeah, I'm just preoccupied at the moment," I confess, setting down my steaming mug to let it cool longer.

"It seems like everyone is today," Amber says. "Jayda's not even my daughter, but she feels like one. We used to take her shopping when she was a toddler, and now she's an adult."

"And Hazel's going to be an adult next year too," I state. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"Andi, here's a parenting secret," my mom says. "Nobody's ever ready for their kids to grow up. But they do, and we just have to make the most of every moment while we can."

"And we make scrapbooks," my dad adds.

Amber smiles at me, saying, "I guess we'll have to start one."

"How about a 3-D scrapbook?" I suggest.

Amber places her hand over my fingers, her soft touch easing my fear of the future.

"Sounds amazing," she says.

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TJ's POV

The moment Cyrus lies down under the covers of our bed, I tilt my head toward him, able to make out only his shape in the blackness of the room, but I know him well enough to fill in the details with my mind.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him.

"Mildly nervous," he replies. "I don't know what's going to happen next."

"Well, I think we'll get dinner at The Spoon, and Jayda's gonna ask us for help picking out a wedding outfit. Actually, let's be real: Andreas and Jayda don't have the money for a wedding yet, so we've got at least another year before that happens."

Cyrus is quiet, but he's smiling. I can't see it, but somehow I know it. I just know him.

"Wyatt seemed happy today too," he says. "Happier."

"I noticed too. Do you know why?"

"No. But as long as he's happy, I'm happy."

"Same here."

At that, I prop myself with my elbow and lean over to give him a kiss on the forehead, but as I'm about to lie down again, I pause.

"Here's to whatever comes next," I whisper.

Cyrus returns with a kiss to my lips that turns the darkness into a starlit sky.

A/N: That is the end! Thank you guys so much for reading and sticking with me for this long! Honestly, this fanfiction has meant so much to me. It kept my quarantine from being terrible, and I looked forward to writing every episode and reading your comments throughout. I hope you all felt satisfied with this ending. I know there are still a few things that have been left open, so feel free to ask any questions in the comments about characters or plots, and I will answer them. Have a very beautiful day and life. I currently don't have any plans to write another fanfiction, but I'm definitely not ruling it out. Goodbye, and thank you all.