upon our land • s. kalivoda

thirteen, the end.

third-person pov

tatum dragged simon off to bed as he threw his empty beer bottle on the couch.

"go grab a condom." she winked and tore off her shirt before jumping onto the bed.

he came back out moments later before tearing off his own and moving to the bed. tatum straddled simon and began to kiss down his jawline and neck, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. her lips moved back up to his as she began grinding against him. they both tasted of beer, savoring the flavor. tatum then hopped off to undress herself and lay nearly bare before him.

simon quickly copied her actions before pinching the tip of the unwrapped condom and rolling it on. he swiftly moved over and slid her underwear down her legs and threw them on the floor. simon pressed his lips against hers while tatum's fingers found a way into his hair, giving it a few tugs every minute or so.

"do something already," she whined.

obeying, simon moved his hips forward with no warning, but began slow, giving her time to get used to the feeling. it stung at first, but the pain morphed into pleasure. as soon as she nodded, he immediately picked up the pace while his head fell back out of pleasure. she let out a few lustful moans herself, hands gripping the sheets and her back arched.

she then flipped him over so she was on top, increasing her movement as he unclasped her bra. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she put her hands on his chest for support, his name leaving her lips repeatedly. he moved his hands up to her breasts, massaging them to further her pleasure. the sting of his cold rings sent a burning sensation throughout her veins, causing her nipples to stiffen.

tatum continued to ride him, moaning loudly before he switched positions and threw her legs over his shoulder. she gasped at the sensation, and her eyes begun to water from the new angle he was hitting. she wasn't even sure if she was making any noise as her mind was clouded. she couldn't think, only feel. he moved one of his hands onto her lower stomach, feeling himself moving inside of her.

"go faster, i'm close," she ordered in a breathy voice.

he heeded and began moving at a pace tatum didn't know could be reached. she wrapped her legs around his waist, fingers raking down his back as she arched into him. after just a few instants, the coil that had been tightening in her stomach snapped. simon continued to thrust into her, tears rolling down her face at the overstimulation.

simon finished not much later and they both ceased to make any movements. he fell beside her, both of their chests rising up and down rapidly.

simon rose first and dressed in his white t-shirt and grey boxers before heading back over to see tatum passed out. she had been through a lot that day. he began to clean her up, wiping away her sweat- along with other things. he began to dress her carefully, trying not to wake her.

"goodnight," he whispered, then kissed her forehead, laying down next to her.

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before we start, if yall dont like that whole family shit, this is the end. goodbye, i hoped you liked this book, be prepared for my others. if you do, this is what i imagine they would live like at 23 or older??? maybe 25. doesn't matter. enjoy.

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"which dress do you think would look pretty on mommy?" she asked her firstborn three-year-old, fiona. she pointed to a beautiful green flowy dress with sheer, puffed-out sleeves. "wow, i think that is very pretty. thank you."

"breakfast!" simon yelled from the kitchen.

"let's gooo!" tatum said to her daughter as she picked her up and threw her in the air. she could look at fiona's smile all day if she could.

"i made pancakes." simon told them, dragging on the last word. tatum sat her daughter in a high chair.

"buckle her in? i'm gonna go wake up shawn," she asked her fiance with a mouth full of pancake. he nodded and she continued to go wake up her second, and hopefully last, born.

"hi there." she talked to him in a baby voice, picking him up. "i've got some fresh milk for you in the fridge." she cooed. "si, milk!"

"'kay!"

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flashback

tatum and simon sat impatiently, holding the others hand in one and biting their nails. it seemed like hours they had been waiting, staring at the test on the counter. they had been trying to get pregnant for over a year. obviously, the chances were extremely low. but as we've seen before, not zero. it had been test after test every month, and they were all negative. they had lost almost all hope and were just waiting for the time it would be positive.

"it's showing up, look." simon said positively. they both leaned over to get a better look at the test, and their faces lit up no later. tatum looked over at simon, and it was obvious she wasn't just seeing things. she practically lunged at simon, holding him ever-so-tightly.

"i'm pregnant. I'm pregnant, we're gonna have a baby!" she clutched simon's shirt in her hands as she cried onto his shoulder.

"i love you so much," he whispered, stroking her hair.

flashback ends

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sam and deena had supported them the whole time, babysitting, taking them in at night so simon and tatum could get a full night's sleep. anything to help their best friends. they were just as happy when they found out tatum was pregnant. tatum had told her parents, but they didn't care in the slightest. her parents didn't want children, let alone grandchildren. she cut off all communication with them and moved in with simon permanently.

his father had passed just a year after the incident, and his brother overdosed again. they didn't bring him back this time. all they had was each other, and now two children. sam and deena were looking for sperm donors themselves, hoping to have their own baby. samantha's mother didn't approve of her "lifestyle" so she made the same choice as tatum. josh was living his best life in the Bahamas. apparently, he had made a bunch of money (none of them knew how) but visited frequently.

they had all been through some fucked up things. but they were a family. the only family they had. and kate. they visited her grave as often as they could and held a memorial for her annually. they made sure she wasn't a soul forgotten. every year on her birthday, they would all celebrate because she couldn't. although their champagne was watered down from tears, they had some laughs too.

what the future would hold for them, only time could tell. but the flame of their love for one another would never burn out.