Spectrum 2

Epilogue

6 years later...

Shane's POV

I watch as Sofie scrunches up her nose in confusion.

"What?" I question, looking at her stare at the pages on the counter.

"I don't like this." She mutters, picking up one of the pages and looking it over once more.

"What?" I scoff. "You loved it like an hour ago." I remind her.

"Yeah, but...this is permanent." She shrugs.

"Well, only sort of. Not completely."

"Yeah, well it wouldn't be easier if they finished it all in one go." She adds. "I just want for it to be perfect."

After six years, Sofia and I decided that moving out of the apartment was the best decision. After looking at house after house, we came to the conclusion that building our house was the next step. 

I let Sofia have most of the artistic control. She has an eye for design- that's for sure. When it comes down to her closet however...she's picky.

"Well you better figure it out fairly quickly. They're almost done with that room."

"Do I want a closet island? Or a wall of shelving?" She asks.

I truly have no idea what she's talking about, but I'm just going along with all of it.

"Baby, you can have them make it however you'd like." I remind her. "If you want both, we'll make sure you get both."

She smiles at me as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Have I told you that I love you today?" She asks, smiling brightly at me.

"No." I lie with a smirk.

"Liar." She laughs.

"You asked." I smirk, leaning down to kiss her. 

"I think I want both." She finally settles.

"Final decision?"

"Probably not." She shrugs. "But we're getting there."

"As long as you don't touch my kitchen- we're fine." I laugh. 

While she gets most of the house, I decided on what goes into the kitchen. I'm the only one cooking for us anyways.

"When will Gray be here?" She asks, pulling away to check her phone.

"Emery has a surfing lesson." I say, remembering how much of a protest Grayson had against it. "But I think it ended about an hour ago."

"Oh yeah." Sofia scoffs. "I'm sure Grayson is thrilled about that."

"Ha!" I scoff in reply. "Yeah. Right."

"Natalia overruled his initial decision."

"She had to have. There was no way in hell Gray was just willing to let her go." I laugh, knowing how over protective he is over that girl.

A knock at the door grabs our attention immediately.

"Speak of the Devil." I say, loud enough for Grayson to hear on the other side.

"It's me!" I hear a soft voice yell from the opposite side.

I open the door and see Grayson standing with Emery beside him. Her hair is still damp from the ocean, but she seems to be happy about whatever it is that she just did.