50 Shades of Ashton Irwin

Epilogue

*6 years later*

That day broke me.

Even though we agreed to start over again, when we finally got to Starbucks and out of the heat of the moment, we sat down and actually spoke to one another, listened to another and finally agreed what was best for the both of us.

Unfortunately, we didn't agree on everything but what we did agree on was that it was time that we had a break from one another to let everything lay to rest and just simply move on with our lives so that eventually, we could soon have a healthy relationship in the future, whether it was as boyfriend&girlfriend or as just friends, because we needed that for our sake and our friends too.

What we didn't realise that from our arguing we wasn't just affecting one another we was affecting all of our friends and that's not right!

Deciding to give each outer space, I moved out. Sadly, Courtney and Lauren stayed in the house with the boys though I wasn't mad or anything because both their relationships with Luke and Michael were still going strong and I could never have asked them to move away from the ones they were making future plans with. Even though they insisted they moved out too, I put my foot down and told them straight that they were not aloud to move out with me- like a mother would do a young child when they argue with their sibling.

I mean how could I ask them to do that?

There was Courtney&Luke- the power couple that can get through any obstacle in their path by communicating, listening and trusting one another to know that nothing can come between their undeniable love for one another- things that Ashton and wasn't able to do.

Then there was Lauren&Michael the 'out-going' couple people knew them as, when in fact they weren't. They were the couple that didn't have to show people they were going out and do relationship things to show people they are in love with each other- neither did they want it. All they needed was one another and they were happy with that.

I moved into my own home. A nice house near the city, where I soon landed myself a pretty good job where I soon made myself some really good friends. It helped that they were a few years older than me so they were more mature and took me under their wing like I was their little sister. However I never lost contact with the boys and my girls. I would never.

Almost every weekend we would meet up either at their house, my home or go out for dinner or on a night out. And it was all of us. Ashton included. He couldn't not come, yet I can't say it wasn't awkward at first but with each time the awkwardness became less and less. Then eventually, it was just like old times, laughing and joking and there were even times we would be each other's wing man/woman for each other. It was extremely weird but we both said we were fine with it. Though looking back on it, it probably wasn't the smartest most sane move.

Through out the 6 years since Ashton and I broke up we both have had relationships with other people here and there but nothing really serious enough to get past a few dates and staying a night at the persons place.

Now I'm a very happy and content person with where I am as a person, the people I'm surrounded with and a family of my very own.

*Present Day*

Driving home from work, my knuckles are pure white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. What doesn't help is the fucking traffic slowly building up, because of two people having an argument in the middle of the God damn road because one hit the others car. I literally just want to get home!

"Move your cars for fuck sake! What the fuck?" I scream making my face go red, due to pure anger.

As soon as this traffic moved I was up the arse of the car in front, signifying I wanted it to go faster, yet somehow it got a totally different message and decided to go so slow it might of as well not be moving at all!

When I got home, FINALLY! I pulled up on the drive way, not even bothering to straighten up the angle for I just wanted to go into my safe place and literally burst and let the eruption of my anger happen and vent to my fiancé about my horrendous day at work because of some bitch.

Slamming the car door, I practically run to my front door. Where I'm so frustrated I can't seem to function properly so when trying to put the key in the hole I miss completely about 4 times. In the end, I use two hands to steadily put it in correctly. As soon as the lock clicked open I burst through the door.

"BABE! You never guess what that BITCH Carlie did to me today! Like what the FU-"

I was interrupted by three tired-looking boys running directly at me from the kitchen shushing me with fingers over their mouths telling me to be quiet.

"Don't tell me to be quiet! It's my hom-" I was once cut off again, this time with a hand over my mouth.

I raise my arms in defeat as I know I'm not going to be able to say what I want to say, even though it didn't stop me from them crossing my arms and bouncing my right leg up and down from the anger still bubbling up inside me.

It wasn't until the boy covering my mouth leans down to my ear and says " Shh she's just went to sleep after hours of throwing a tantrum. Their in the living room."

That sentence calmed me a bit for just seeing their faces I know it will bring a smile to my face.

I walk a head slightly down the passage and turn left into the living room. as soon as I enter my eyes fall on the most beautiful and heart warming site ever.

There he was spread out over the sofa, flat on his back asleep with our 4 month old baby girl asleep on his chest, her face nuzzled up into his neck whilst her arm stretched out and had just about another length in her tiny little arms to tangle her small hand in his brown locks.

I stand there taking in the site with a huge smile that is non removable that I knew I was going to have but it also brought tears to my eyes and joy for all the stress and anger I had has now vanished from my body by simply looking at my family.

I tip toe over to my handsome fiancé and beautiful daughter, kneel down beside the sofa where they lay and lay my head on his free shoulder whilst I swing one arm over to hug them both whist my other arm plays with his hair.

I feel his jump slightly from my touch, waking him.

"Baby?" He asks in a confused and husky voice.

"Hhmmm"

He looks down at me with his big hazel eyes, smiling at me.

"I love you Kodie, I hope you know that"

"I love you Ashton, do you know that?" I smile thinking back to when we last said those words on that horrible yet remarkable day.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Kiss me?." I ask.

"Gladly!"

As our lips meet I once again feel safe and I know this is where I'm suppose to be, surrounded by my friends and family.

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Ashton and I got back together after three years of being "separated" but it just wasn't working as well as we had hoped. We could both feel and tell there was something still there and there was no denying it.

First it started of as a few kisses here and there (some drunk, others completely sober), which then lead to Ash staying the night. It wasn't until he asked me on a proper date, I knew that this time it was going to be different for we had done it right this time and not rushed into it. We were friends first, had banter and chemistry and it naturally lead its own course than being forced. It did help that we still had feelings for each other.

So now we have been together for a strong three years and when we found out I was pregnant with Kayla and we were going to have a family of our own Ashton decided that he wanted us to be an official family unit so he proposed after asking my father for my hand in marriage.

So now here we are living together with our 4 month year old daughter Kayla, preparing for our wedding next year, surrounded by our friends: Courtney&Luke, Lauren&Michael and Ashley&Calum ( who all live in that exact same house from all those years ago).

Some may ask, how did we end up here?

Well...

Sometimes you just got to take the long way home.