Dirty Dancing

Epilogue

"Mom! Alexi stole my phone!" Avery called from the living room.

"No! Mom, she's lying!" Alexi shouted, the patter of footsteps coming down the stairs.

Having three children, it's interesting. Fifteen year old Fraternal twins and a thirteen year old son.

Avery's phone was in Alexi's hand, her screen open.

"She was texting a boy!" He confronted.

Alexi was protective over Avery, and so was Alecsandrovic.

"Alexi, go upstairs."

I waited till he was gone to speak.

"Who were you texting?"

She hesitated, flipping the iPhone in her palm, "Fin Delevingne."

Cara's son. It was okay with me, since he was halfway across the country, but Val would probably freak.

I leaned in, "I'm okay with this," She nodded, "But your father is another story."

She laughed, "You know Dad would do anything to make his women happy."

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"You hurt my daughter, I'll rip your eyes out one by one."

This was Val's way of greeting Fin, but it was also his way of giving his blessing. Russians.

"Y-yes sir."

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"They're growing up so fast."

They were. But I grew up faster. Life was fast for me.

It seems like yesterday I was meeting Val again, now we're married and have three kids.

And now we're happy.