Never Look Back (justice crew fanfic)

Epilogue

A/N:

Hello everyone =D this story is finally coming to an end but don’t worry coz I’m making a sequel =D I’m not really sure what to call it so if you have any suggestions, plz tell me in the comments or on my wall or whatever. This will be the final chappie and I hope it’s not too disappointing... =)

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***6 years later***

“Grr! Lenny, stop him from crying,” I whined as I rolled over, off the chest of my husband and put my head under the pillow. I sighed when Lenny didn’t move and got up. My eyelids were heavy from days without sleep, “Calm your farm child, I’m coming,” I muttered to myself as I walked into the nursery where my little two year old baby boy was crying his face off. I picked him up out of his crib and held him close to my chest, cooing him and bouncing up and down in my arms, trying to make him stop. But, of course he didn’t, he just kept screaming.

“Make it stop!” Ethan, my five year old little Lenny, shouted from the room next to us while hitting the wall. I sighed and made my way downstairs with Sam in my arms. I pulled out a bottle from the cupboard above the dishwasher and pulled some milk out of the fridge. I poured some milk into the bottle, not bothering to measure it and shoved it in the microwave. Lenny would always complain that he does everything when he does nothing and nights of feeding this stubborn little angel was catching up on me. I punched in the right amount of time to warm it up and pushed start. I leaned against the island counter, Sam finally settling down in my arms. He soon became quite and I sat him and the side of the bench and looked at his face that looked so much like my own brother, Emmanuel’s.

When Sam was first born, Emmanuel was so excited. He kept on saying how good looking Sam was because everyone kept on going on about how they looked so similar. I looked at Sam’s tear stained face and stroked his cheek slightly before kissing his forehead and getting the milk out of the microwave. I put the lid and handed it to Sam, picking him up and grabbing his ‘blanky’ from the play room and bringing him up to bed with me. Sam regularly slept in our room. As long as he had a bottle and his blanket, he’d be fine with just laying there in between his mum and his dad. He started sucking on his bottle when I was walking up the stairs half asleep. I put him in between Lenny and me before collapsing on the bed. Lenny turned over in his sleep and hugged Sam to his chest lovingly. I smiled at them, Lenny was smiling in his sleep and Sam just had no care in the world holding his bottle and blanket. I quickly fell asleep on the bed next to Sam and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke to the sound of Lenny and Sam talking to each other. I yawned and stretched out my arms. I rolled over and looked at Sam lying on top of Lenny, just mumbling to him about his day yesterday. I smiled and got up to make Ethan some breakfast. When I walked down the stairs, I could already hear the sounds of him on the Play Station 3. I sighed; I don’t know why Lenny had to buy it and all those games.

“Morning,” I smiled when he replied back to me without taking his eyes off the ‘MX vs. ATV’ game he was playing. I kissed his forehead from behind the couch, “What do you want for breakfast,” I asked him, walking into the kitchen.

“Waffles!” He shouted and paused the game, running into the kitchen and pulling out the waffle cooker from the cupboard and putting it on the bench. I chuckled a little and plugged it into the power point. He climbed onto the bench from the stools and sat next to me mixing the mixture in a bowl. I gave him the bowl to mix and he gladly did. I got some syrup from the panty, plates from the drawer and some paper towel and put them on the bench for later. Ethan finished the mixing and handed me the bowl back. I put some of the mixture in the cooker and in minutes, the first four were cooked. I got them out and put them on a plate, Ethan instantly grabbing one and dropping it straight away,

“Ow,” He whined and shook his hand. I chuckled,

“Every time, sweetie, what have I told you?” I shook my head playfully at him and he sighed.

He blew on the one he’d grabbed and quickly transferred it to his plate, “Yum,” He smiled and put lots of syrup on it.

“I think that’s enough,” I took the bottle from him and he puffed. It was so funny how much he acted like his father. That’s when Lenny came down the stairs, holding Sam’s hand. He had to bend down a little to be able to reach but he still did. He came in and smiled when he saw me and Ethan cooking waffles,

“Got enough syrup their bud?” He asked laughing a little at the plate covered in syrup and the waffle drowning in it. Ethan laughed and picked up his waffle and took a big bite out of it. Lenny put Sam on the bench as well, getting him a waffle and cutting it up into small pieces to feed Sam,

“What’s wrong with the stools we bough?” I asked playfully as Lenny sat on the bench next to Sam, feeding him with a small plastic baby fork.

“I like the bench better,” Lenny smiled, his eyes still on Sam who was trying to grab the fork out of his hands to feed himself, “No, no, no, no you don’t my baby Sam,” He cooed in a baby tone and pulled the fork away. Ethan was sitting against the wall the counter was up against, eating some more waffles. I put the last of the mixture in the cooker and waited for it to cook, that’s when my phone rang. I got the waffles out and quickly wiped my hands on the back of my pyjama pants and picked up the phone,

“Hello?” I asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hey, it’s John. Look, I got some really bad news for you,” John said in a sad voice.

I instantly froze, the last time I heard that; it wasn’t good, “Yeah?” I asked hesitantly. I’m not quite sure if I want to know what the bad news is. Lenny got down from the bench and came over to me, putting his arms around me in comfort, seeing my discomfort.

“He’s escaped... from jail,” He said the words that made my blood run cold, my body to freeze up and shit myself in fear. I stopped breathing and the phone slipped from my hands and to the floor. I was even more scared now that I had a family, more people who I cared about more than my own life.

Ethan and Sam were arguing about something and they suddenly stopped when the phone fell to the floor. They looked over at me and Lenny was yelling at me to tell him who it was and what they said.

I could barely hear Lenny’s shouts and my boys’ cries, all I could say was, “He escaped,” and that’s when I blacked out.....

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So hey everyone =D it’s the end... I know. I think I might change the name because it hasn’t got much dancing in it..... anyways, if you have read my other story, ‘you can count on me like 123’, you’ll know how Sam fits in. No, he is not a werewolf in this story, only yccoml123 and Summer and Lenny aren’t werewolves either.

SEQUEL: There is a sequel, as I said and I will and it probs won’t be up until later this year. I will notify you on this book when the first part of the sequel will be up =D thank you everyone who has supported this story and please still vote for it and comment even though it’s finished.

The sequel will be about \\\'him\\\' who escaped from jail and how their family is so afraid of him.

Thank,

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