𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

✮ EPILOGUE ✮

2 years later

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malia

I hesitate but reluctantly pass Tom and Priscilla's absolutely tiny baby to Theo.

"Do not drop her." I warn my boyfriend who scoffs.

"I won't. I'm great with kids." He protests my warning and grins at the infant. "Hey, Nessa..."

He whispers to her and my heart almost melts before I hear his next words.

"You'd better pray that you get more of your mommy's looks than your dad's."

I give him a blank look as Louis, Chris and Paul laugh. My worries about Theo dropping Nessa are still running high. "Baby, can't you sit down? Just so that-"

"I won't drop her!" He yelps in that high voice he has and Nessa immediately begins whimpering.

"Good job."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Shush!"

Priscilla suddenly comes out of the bathroom, scoffing at Theo and taking her daughter into her own arms, away from the immature ones of my boyfriend. "Sh, sh..."

The baby's cries only intensify and I roll my eyes at Theo.

"Shit..." Priscilla mutters. "Any of you know where Tom is?"

"He's about two minutes away." Chris answers.

In a few minutes, Tom walks through the door and immediately reacts to the sound of his child crying by approaching Priscilla and kissing her head, taking Nessa.

"Why's she crying?"

"Theo was holding her?"

"Ah." Tom nods in understanding which makes me snort.

Within seconds, Nessa is silent in her dad's arms as he moves down the hall, singing quietly to her.

"Blondie, you've gotta tell us what Tom's doing for the wedding." Paul speaks up. "You know, regarding us."

She shrugs and sits beside him. "I don't know. Malia and my sister are gonna be my bridesmaids but I have no clue what Tom's planning on having for his groomsmen."

"Why can't you have more friends?" Theo blurts out and we all look at him like he's committed treason.

"Theodore!"

"What? I'm just saying that if Priscilla had four friends, then it would be equal because there's four of us!"

"You could have worded it a bit differently!"

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tom

I roll my eyes at the noise coming from the living room. None of them have grown up at all.

"Too loud, isn't it?" I mutter to my girl as I bounce her in my arms. "Your uncles are a bunch of idiots. You don't take their advice. Ever. It'll fuck you up."

The infant only babbles some nonsense and grabs my finger as I sit in the chair by her crib. Paris jumps up onto my lap and rests her chin on Nessa's chubby legs.

Nessa slowly falls asleep and I feel myself doing the same. It doesn't matter to me that my friends and fiancée are in the other room, not when I have my girl and... I guess, Paris. My head slowly falls and rests against Nessa's tiny chest.

I don't know how much time passes but the last thing I'm aware of before I go fully unconscious is Priscilla taking a picture of us.

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