50 Shades Of Claire Bear (Andrew's POV)

Epilogue

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Alrighty, it's the last chapter. It's just as long as Claire's version, so settle in. Plus, there are some sexy details for you lusty readers that won't stop asking for swag. :)

I'm dedicating this chapter to the one and only Andrew Garfield, who just rightfully won a Golden Globe and will hopefully win his first Oscar for every single second of tick, tick, boom. I'm so, so happy he won. He is one of the few that deserves every single award. Ugh, my heart is so proud. <3

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Epilogue

I wake up to two small voices quietly fighting over who is going to wake me up. Reese reaches out to me and pokes my cheek. "Daddy," she whispers.

I open one eye. "Huh?"

"We're hungry," Emma says.

I open my other eye. "So go make breakfast," I joke.

Reese crosses her arms. "We aren't 'dults, Dad. We can't do it by ourselves."

I smile at her inability to say adults. "Okay, go sit at the table and I'll be there in a minute."

"Can we wake up Mom—"

"No, just go to the kitchen. Mommy needs to sleep."

They excitedly run out of our room, the sounds of their footsteps echoing all around the house. I reach for the extra pair of shorts I keep next to the bed and slip them on.

I roll to my left side and softly place my lips against Claire's cheek. She was tossing and turning all night. I think I even felt her get out of bed a few times. She needs all the sleep she can get. "I love you," I whisper in her ear and cover her up before making my way out of our room.

Emma jumps up from her chair. "I want pancakes!" she yells.

I surprise her and pick her up, spinning her in the air. "Well, I guess the birthday girl gets what the birthday girl wants."

"YAY!" she screams.

"Okay, but you can't scream like that, Emma."

I turn on the Saturday morning cartoons to distract them while I put breakfast together. While the pancakes cook, I pour Claire a cup of coffee into her favorite mug and set it on the kitchen table for when she wakes up. From the cupboard, I grab two Ibuprofen pills for the headache she'll wake up with. If the pills and the caffeine don't help, I won't know what else to do.

I make four whole pancakes before I realize the living room is too quiet.

Shit.

I leave the stove and walk into the living room. Reese's blanket is on the floor, but the girls are gone. At first, I assume they went to their room, but then I hear their voices carry from our room. Their excitement got the best of them—at least Emma's did—and they decided to disobey me and wake their mother up.

I find them jumping on our bed, Claire slightly sitting up against her pillow. Her smile is so wide and genuine—she loves them both so much. In the midst of laughing at their goofiness, she meets my eyes and her expression softens.

I put my hands on my hips. "Girls, I thought I told you not to wake her up?"

Reese immediately stands up and throws her sister under the bus, which is completely normal behavior for her. "Emma made me do it! She said who cares what you said."

"Oh, she does?" I give myself a running head start and fling myself onto the bed, perfectly on top of Claire. "I guess it's too late now that your mom's awake."