The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Epilogue #3

-Sammi's Point of view

-one month later-
Asher=1 month
"Sammy have you seen Asher's binky?" I yell out to Sammy from the living room, with Ash himself balancing on my hip, bawling his eyes out.

"No." Sammy says and walks into the living room with just basketball shorts on. Holy hot I can see his abs... try not to stare try not to stare...

"My eyes are up here, Sams," he chuckles and smirks. "Besides, it's not like you've never seen them before."

I roll my eyes and punch his arm. "As you can see, I'm preoccupied." I nod my head at Asher, who is still crying. "I have a head ache and he needs a binky. Can you try to find it?" I plead.

Sammy kisses my forehead and takes Asher from me. He sits on the couch and chuckles as he stops crying.

"Well, looks as if that problem is solve." He grins and turns on the TV and resting Asher in the crook of his arm. "Go to bed, baby. I can see the bags bulging out under your eyes."

I roll my eyes again and kiss Asher on the forehead before heading back to our bedroom. But before I go back, I turn and look back at Sammy. He's talking to Asher.

"Hey, baby." He murmurs and bounces his knee. "We're going to be quiet and watch TV so mommy can take a nap. She's been really tired for the past month, shoot probably even past nine months." He pokes Ash gently in the stomach. "She had to carry you in there for a long time and she almost died! She loves you very much." He kisses his son's head and pulls him closer to him. "I love her very much, too."

Tears blind my vision and I blink them away. I go back and, thinking about my perfect little life, fall into a peaceful sleep.

-seven months later-
Asher=8 months
"Asher! Come on baby, we're going to go see grandpa and your aunt Cali." I call, and Asher comes crawling through the doorway, with Sammy coming right after him. I chuckle and pick him up and he pulls at my hair.

"Ow, no baby!" I yelp, pulling my hair out of his chubby little fists. He giggles and tries to pull it again. So I lightly pull on his brown locks.

"Ahh!" He screams and hits me.

"No, Asher, we don't hit!" I laugh and head towards the door.

"Wait! I want to come!" Sammy runs after me and blocks the doorway.

"Are you sure?" I bite my lip in thinking. I don't let many people meet my dad.

"Please let me come, I've never met your dad or sister before." He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. "Besides, he raised you, and she was your best friend, they must be pretty awesome."

No one has ever really met my dad or sister before... it's always been a really touchy subject.

"Okay, fine." I sigh and we get into the car.

I drive to the place I used to visit every week. I stopped about a year and a half ago... it made things more painful. This is the first time since then.

Sammy pushes Asher in his stroller and I lead them to the all too familiar place.

John Court, 1968-2013

Cali Court, 1997-2014

"This is them," I choke out. Sammy pulls Ash out of the stroller and sits with him on the ground beside their graves.

"Hi Mr. Court, hi Cali." He says and waves, then makes Asher wave with his little hand.

"Thank you for giving me your daughter. She's one of the best things that has ever happened to me." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "If you hadn't of gotten her a car, she wouldn't have hit me, and we wouldn't have become best friends. And then Asher wouldn't be here. Thank you so freaking much for creating this girl that might not be perfect, but she's a perfect match for me." He gently rests his hand on the earth next to him. Then he pulls me down next to sit next to him. He pulls me in for a side hug.