Mr. Perfect {Mewgulf}

Epilogue

No one's P.O.V

*Three years later*

"PAPA! DAD'S BEING WEIRD AGAIN!" Gulf rolled his eyes as he heard his son yelling from the other room. He walked in and raised an eyebrow at Mew, who was lying under the bed, only his head poking out. "What on earth are you doing?" Mew shrugged. "I dropped something behind the shelf and this was the easiest way... But... I got stuck." Gulf chuckled and looked at his son. "Wanna help me lift the bed? I need someone strong to help me."

Type smiled up at him and nodded, gripping the edge of the bed and pulling as hard as he could (Although Gulf did most of the work) And finally Mew got up. "Well, that was fun." Mew said, brushing himself off. "What did you drop in the first place?" Mew blushed. "Later."

(By the way, I couldn't come up with any good names for a kid, so just imagine young type as their kid)

"When's dinner?" Type asked, looking up at Gulf with his adorable puppy eyes. Gulf sighed. "I just got home from work... I haven't made anything yet." Gulf glanced at Mew. "You know, you could always make something..." Mew chuckled and hugged Gulf, his arms wrapped around Gulf's waist. "And risk burning the house down?" Gulf laughed. "True, I don't want you anywhere NEAR the kitchen... At least if it involves cooking."

"Let's just order a pizza, I don't feel like making anything." Gulf said, grabbing his phone. "YAYYY!" Gulf laughed at Type, happy they had decided on adopting him.

Around a year ago, both Mew and Gulf had decided that they were both ready for a kid, and ended up adopting Type, who was not 8 years old. Since Mew still worked at the high school and Gulf was working as an assistant manager for Pufai's restaurant, they both had stable jobs, and were able to take care of him.

Gulf looked up at Mew and smiled, thinking back on the day they had met. "What are you looking at?" Mew asked, getting a feeling of deja vu (From their first date) "You, who else?" Gulf replied, an eyebrow raised. "Wow... It really has been 5 years..." Gulf said, kissing Mew's cheek. "Yeah, and somehow, I still love you more each day." Mew replied, still as cheesy as ever.

"And I still can't believe I snapped someone as perfect as you..."

Mew chuckled. "I mean, hey, my nickname is still Mr. Perfect, and I intend on living up to that standard, but you're the one who get's to see it the most."

"EWWW! To much!" Gulf laughed as he heard Type's voice coming from the doorway. "Alright, alright, let's order that pizza." Gulf said, walking out of the room they had been in. Before walking out, he turned, smiling at Mew.

"I love you... Mr. Perfect." And with a wink, we walked out, leaving a dazed and love drunk Mew to watch.

Alrighty, well that's the end of the book! It took a lot of effort to make this book, so I hope you like it, and now it's on to the next book, not completely sure what it's gonna be about yet, but we'll see. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to comment suggestions on how I can improve my writing. Please keep the comments nice though. 

Love you!

-Kira