It Started With A Kiss (undergoing major construction)

Epilogue

Victoria's Point of View:

I sat down on one of the porch chairs next to my husband. The sun was rising, casting beautiful glow across the area. I smiled, sipping my ice-tea. Ashton unconsciously interlocks our fingers.

"Mom!" I look up to see my 16 year old daughter, Violet with an annoyed expression, "Asher won't stop bugging me about Wesley!"

"He's a fuck boy Violet!" Her twin argued back.

"Oh?" She smirked, far too familiar like her Father's, "Like the same fuck boy that you are?"

"Puh-lease!" He smirked back at her, "I'm not a fuck boy. It ain't my problem that ladies wants to get some of this. Too bad Mom nor Dad didn't passed on their genes to you..."

"Hey!" I yelled, this was the same routine everyday for the past summer. I wake up, my teenage twins are quarreling and Ashton is just smiles, at the incredible miracle we made. It's a normal day people, "Get your asses up here."

They both groaned in unison. Asher and Violet was born two minutes apart, Asher being the oldest, he was very protective of Violet. Violet had inherited her Father's features and my curvy figure and my logics. Asher had Ashton's wavy locks but my features, his father's exact personality, and his stature.

"Asher, lay off your sister for a while would you?" I say in the most Motherly way I could, being only 34 years old, "And Violet, Asher is just taking care of you."

"Well tell him I don't want him to take care of me!" She gets all up in his face, "I am 16! I am capable of choosing who to date Asher!"

"Oh yeah?" He towers over her height," Well don't come running to me when he breaks your stupid heart!"

"Ugh!" She growls in frustration, "You're a fucking jackass, even the donkey's ass would be ashamed of you!"

"At least I'm not that stupid for eating those hash brownies!" He retorted, but realize what he said. He was far too late now.

"Asher!" She growls and looks at both Ashton and I for a reaction. I just gaped like a fish.

"W-what did you say?" I blinked in surprise. I am suppose to punish them, perhaps go bat-shit crazy but it was normal if you tried drugs. What was not okay was being addicted and being secretive about it to your family.

"Nothing!" They both say and dashed the other way.

I turn to Ashton to see him still looking hot, even in his early thirties. He wore a white polo shirt, and a pair dark washed jeans. His five o'clock shadow made him look more manly than ever. The familiar  swell of my heart made me smile, our love never died. He had taken over The McKay and McKay and he had made the company flourish more than ever. I had turn into a personal trainer in a high class gym.

"Why are you staring at me?" He said, while shooting his jaw-dropping smiles.

"I'm just thinking." I smiled as I got up and sat on his lap. He was bulkier and I lean my head on his chest. He wraps his bulky arms around me, and place a small kiss of my lips. He smiles as he pulled away.

"That's not very nice," I said, playfully, "Stop being such a tease."

"Eager aren't we love." He smirked and pulls me into a deep kiss.

Our lips moved in sync, as his arms wrap around my waist. I tugged at his hair as our tongues played with each other. I then straddle him as he started to trail small kisses down from my jaw to my collarbone. He then stands up, lifting me with him. I let out a small moan as his lips met my well-known soft spot. I felt him growing hard as his lips again met mine. He swing open our porch door, only to have two screams break us apart.