Just Like Fire sapnap x (Fem) reader

Chapter 19: The End

<No one's POV>

"And that's how I met your father." Y/n said, smiling.

"Again again again!" Endy cooed, wanting to hear the story again.

Sapnap leaned into the room, and smiled.

"You're forgetting the part where im literally the best man ever." He said, putting his hands on his hips.

Y/n and Endy laughed.

The chapter had come to a close, but their lives were still moving forward, and they had just flipped to a new chapter in their lives.

Endy, their daughter.

"Dad! Is that how mom met you?" Endy asked, even though I knew she knew the answer.

"Yup." He responded, picking Endy up.

"What about uncle Clay and uncle George?" She asked.

"I knew them way before I knew your father." Y/n smiled.

"Oh. Cool!" Endy smiled.

Sapnap wrapped his arm around y/n, and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you both so much." He said, smiling.

Y/n heard a knock at the door, and went to answer it.

She looked out the peep hole and saw Clay standing there with his arm around George.

She opened the door, and signaled for them to be quiet. They nodded, and followed her upstairs.

Y/n waved for Sapnap to go into another room, he nodded, and walked away with Endy on his arms.

Clay and George followed her to where Sapnap and Endy were. She opened the door, and Endy looked at y/n. Her eyes lit up as she saw George and Clay.

George! Clay!" She beamed, hugging them.

"Hey there Endy!" Clay smiled, picking Endy up.

"Hey Endy!" George smiled and high-fived her.

"How was your stay at George's parents place for 8 years?" Y/n asked, smiling.

"It was good. Sad that George's cat died when we arrived though." Clay said, sitting Endy down.

Endy smiled, and ran off to play with her toys.

"I'll be right back, y/n come with me." George said.

Y/n followed him downstairs, and saw an adorable little boy who looked like a perfect mixture of George and Clay.

"Oh my- Hes adorable." Y/n couldnt help but smile.

She hugged George tightly.

"Hi dad- is that aunt y/n?" The boy asked, his british accent laced into his words.

"Yup." George smiled, proud.

The boy stood up, and walked over to her.

"I'm your nephew, Luca Block." He shook y/n's hand.

"Y/n Armstrong." She smiled.

He let go, and walked upstairs.

"How old is he?" She asked George.