Epilogue

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Epilogue

*after many years.*

*Avery's POV*

"Nate! Help your Dad with the barbecue!" I called as my son came walking down the steps.

"He's in the backyard right?" he asked, his greenish-gray eyes looked into me.

I nodded my head as he kissed me on the cheek then muttered an 'okay, mom.' but stop by to ruffle his twins' hair.

"Naaaate!" Darcy groaned then huffed in annoyance. Her twin just laughed at him.

I chuckled at the two.

Well, it's been years. Let's recall, One Direction's last concert was in Madison Square Garden and it was the description of bittersweet. The fact that the concert was so mad that it was already their last.

After that, we all had our seperate ways. Everyone got engaged to married couples to having family.

Speaking of engaged, I remembered when me and Harry got engaged on top of the Eiffel Tower! Yes, he did that. At first he was shocked because I was freaking crying.

Good memories.

"Babe! Darcy! The barbecue's ready!"

I heard my husband's call from the backyard.

As I was about to reach the bowl of salad my daughter beat me to it.

"Mom, I got it." She said smiling her one dimpled smile.

"Thanks, Hun." I answered.

I went to the frigde then got out the soda's then headed for the backyard.

I closed the screened door then walked to where my family are.

I placed down the drinks on the table then sat down.

Harry took a seat next to me.

"Mom, Dad almost burned it." Nate admitted.

"Nate!" Harry scolded but was smiling sheepishly.

"Babe! You know that's smores right? How could you?!" I said dramatically.

"OHMyGSH! Mom's being dramatic again!" Darcy whined but was trying to hold back a laugh.

"I'm sorry, love. But I think you love smores more than me." He said pouting.

I rolled my eyes at him in a joking way.

"How many times do I have to tell this? I love you more than anything." I said sweetly.

He smiled cheekily then leaned down to kiss me.

"MOM!"

"DAD!"

We both pulled away then laughed.

THE END.

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