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25. Epilogue

Jace & Jago ^^ <3

--one year later--

Warren

"Bryan! Jace and Jago, come down! Your grandparents are here!" I shouted loudly, making sure that they would hear all the way to the second floor of the three story house we call 'home'.

They soon came running down the stairs. Their blond hairs a mess while Jago wore his in a man bun. They also dressed like shit which was really no surprise as that was how their father Bryan Stevens thought them how to.

Bryan Stevens was the cocky football player and swimmer I met after transferring from Malaysia to New York around six years ago. He was very touchy. He tried to get into my pants with in two days of knowing me. Then I planned on a little savage where I could make him leave me alone but I'm glad I didn't proceed with as I would probably still be that kid with cuts up his arm.

Then things just happened from then on. It started with a wet dream, yeah, a wet dream. That was how I realized I did have attraction for Bryan Stevens. Then at some magical place also known as the underage high school party, I kissed Bryan. Then things got sexual the following hour, day, week, month, year and now the rest of my life. But I can't have it any other way.

Just a month after marrying the wonderful sex god, we adopted. And people found it weird how we adopted 16 year olds as 26 year olds. We didn't just adopt one, but two kids. They were twins. The adoption center actually insisted that we adopted one of them and only one of them but we couldn't dare to separate them as Bryan had a twin himself too.

Jason, or Jace was the older one. He was very easy to handle. He didn't ask for much but we also told him that if he wanted anything, he could just ask and we'd be glad to get him it as long as it wasn't extreme like 'buy me a rocket ship daddy or I'll runaway'.

Jago was the one who was a bit skeptical. The first month, he just stayed in his room. He didn't talk to us and when he would, it would be something against the fact that Bryan and I were two men. But after a month, he started to get the whole idea of us being two men who were deeply in love, happily married and starting a family.

The two of them never really called us 'dad' but  we didn't mind the fact that they called us by our first names. They respected us hugely and that's what mattered. They were more like brotheres to us. To the law, they were my sons and I would introduce them as my sons to strangers but truly we just treated each other like siblings. Like we would wrestle each other, pull pranks on each other and would go on raids to stores for the sake of it. It was probably 'bad influence' but last I checked, I wasn't the one who had a son who went around and disrespected people or committed crime.

Bryan and I could've adopted the young ones but when we heard about the fact that Jace and Jago have been up for adoption for 16 years, we knew it was them we had to keep. But we didn't adopt them out of sympathy, we adopted them for happiness and love which gladly worked out.

I didn't work at the record company anymore after Bryan's convincing for me to take a rest and let him pay the bills. So Bryan started to sell his paintings and he's made a lot of money. Enough to buy us a house, four cars and send Jace and Jago to good schools.

"Warren!" Jago says aloud snapping me out of my thoughts. "Thought we lost you for a while,"

"Ya kinda did," I mumbled and Jago rolled his eyes. "What'd I miss?"

"We were just talking about what we're going to do this Christmas. It would be Jace's and Jago's first Christmas with you guys so therefor it should be grand," My mom explains to me.