Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Epilogue
;happily ever afters are pretty much a fictitious guilty pleasure. One I will not go to rehab for.

One year later

"Baby?" I call out, dropping my gym bag down at the door. "You home?"

Stepping further into our home, I peak into the living room, but nothing.

Music and loud clanking noises is all I hear before  being met with the best sight after a long ass training session.

Freya's dark eyes snap up and widen. "You're early!" She gasps, looking around the baking supplies littering the counter tops. "They're not done yet."

I smirk, resting my shoulder against the door frame. "I'm not bothered about whatever delicious things you're making, I've had a long day so get your ass over here."

Her face splits with the brightest grin before she takes off, running around the island and leaping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and instinctively smacking a kiss on my lips.

Fucking home.

The past year has been the craziest one of my life yet.

Between spending my first Christmas with Freya, and asking her to move to New York with me, I got drafted, first pick, to the Jets. Like father like son. That's another win, the comparisons no longer bother me.

Shortly after graduation, my girl and I packed up our college life, and hauled ass over states lines to our new home.

It's was crazy, exhilarating and sad all at the same time. With most of my teammates, aside from Don, drafted to different teams, we all went our separate ways, but not after one last wild night out together.

We'll forever be brothers, friends, teammates. We're FIU Panthers in our hearts, no matter what jersey is on our chest.

We know that.

"You have flour all in your hair, Little Miss."

Freya rolls her eyes as I place her gently back on solid ground.

Leaning down, I rest my forehead against her stomach. "Are you the one to blame for your Ma's attitude, or is that still all her, huh, Little One?"

Already five months gone, and I still can't believe she's got my child in there.

Freya snorts above me, my eyes lift to see that pretty glowing face looking amused down at me.

"The baby is not to blame, that's all me. I baked."

I kiss her stomach where the tiny bump is finally beginning to show, and rise to my full height.

"You're awfully defensive today, Teach, you ate anything yet?"

Her face drops.

Caught ya.

I tsk my girl, rounding the hood, ready to whip her something up. "Very bad girl, Miss. Explains why the claws out."