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Epilogue

Five years later.

"Mike," Luke whisper-yelled, peeking his head into the bedroom.

In front of him was the sight of his husband of three years, gosh, that man is so damn beautiful, Luke thought that every day. He knew Michael was beautiful.

"Yeah?" Michael called back, turning to lay on his side to look at his husband. Luke was such a pretty sight. Always was and always will be.

Luke completely forgot what he had to say at the moment Michael looked at him. Luke took a few steps into the room before dropping his body to the bed, sitting beside his husband.

"You're so pretty," Luke murmured, grabbing Michael's hand, and then intertwined their fingers.

Every part of Michael was beautiful. Luke didn't like guys with muscle, he loved boys who were slowly going bald, and had the cutest button nose. Michael was perfect for him.

Michael's blush from the compliment made him feel so much better. He pulled the covers over his cheeks, attempting to hide what was already seen.

"You're really pretty too," Michael murmured, showing off a smile that was tucked away by the covers.

Luke could still tell Michael was smiling; all by the way his eyes crinkled and how his cheeks rose. It was beautiful.

"Your hair looks nice," Luke mumbled, smiling at his husband.

"But it looks nice every day," Michael giggled quietly.

"I know," Luke smiled. The younger boy brought his legs onto the mattress, then crossed his ankles.

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Can I play with your hair?" Michael mocked. Luke furrowed his eyebrows, which Michael giggled at, then Luke rolled his eyes.

"I'm doing it anyways,"

"Then do it anyways," Michael said, rolling his eyes playfully.

Luke rested his head on the smaller man's chest as he reached up, carding his fingers through the thin hair. The always oh so soft hair that only got prettier. "Sometimes you're a butt, did you know that?"

"Yeah," Michael giggled, "but it's only sometimes, it's so weird how you still like me."

"You bet I do," he smiled, "a lot and forever."

"Gosh," the older sighed, "I'm in love, I love loving us."

Luke giggled quietly, then placed a small kiss to Michael's lips, which Michael quickly returned the small peck.

"I love us too."