fall for you | fast and furious [1]

epilogue

✧ ✦ ✧ ═══ EPILOGUE :: HAN SEOUL-OH IS OH HAN-SEOL

It had been six months since the crew pulled off the heist in Rio.

Everyone went on with their lives, settling down in various parts of the world for their retirement.

Julia Kim laid in bed, sighing in contentment as she watched the slivers of Maldivian sunshine pour through the curtains.

Ah, this is the life of my dreams.

"Jia. Time to wake up."

She smiled upon hearing the familiar voice, watching as he stood by the doorway, looking at her adoringly.

Yep, this is a sight I could get used to.

Han Lue chuckled as he watched the younger all bundled up by her blankets, still not used to her bedtime routine.

It has been months, yet the fact that Julia needed to be covered head to toe in her blankets, despite being in a sunny country, never failed to surprise him.

And if anything, Han only fell for Julia more as he got to know her.

"Why are you up so early?" The brunette inquired, stretching her limbs like a cat.

"It's twelve in the afternoon, Jia."

Gosh, she loved it so much whenever he called her by that name.

The butterflies never failed to come alive, and she absolutely loved the way his voice sounded when he called her.

Julia playfully frowned. "It may be twelve in the afternoon, but it's still too early for me, Han," she grumbled.

Han shrugged, knowing exactly what to say to get her out of bed. "Well, you are welcome to sleep in unless you wanna accompany me for brunch," he explained, smugly smiling.

"I'm up! I'm up! Give me ten minutes!"

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Julia Kim and Han Lue sat in the restaurant, both of them conversing as they enjoyed their brunch.

"Baby Jack is seriously one of the cutest babies I've ever seen!" Julia exclaimed, remembering the FaceTime call she got from her friends the day before.

"He is adorable." Han nodded in agreement, pausing as he looked at the female. "Do you like kids?"

"I do. They are fun to be around. Well, most of the time, at least."

"Would you ever like to have children?"

Julia froze at the question, not prepared for it, even though she had a faint idea that Han would probably ask her that.

"I ... am not too sure about that," she replied honestly. "I didn't have the best mother growing up, so I don't think I would do a good job either."

Han gently placed his hand upon the younger's hand, rubbing circles of assurance as he smiled softly.

"For what it's worth," he muttered, unsure how to phrase his words. "You'd definitely be a great mother, love."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Julia lowered her gaze to her plate, hoping Han couldn't see how emotional she was at his words of affirmation.

"Thanks, Han." Her voice was soft, threatening to crack. "It means a lot."

"I sincerely mean it, Jia. Despite how your mother was, you've raised yourself beautifully, and that's admirable," Han stated, absolutely in awe. "You should be proud of yourself for the woman you've become, love. You've done so well."