Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Epilogue

Mark walks into our shared home, in a three piece suit, his brief case in hand.

"How was work?" I ask, sitting on the couch.

"Great! I guess I get a paid vacation."

"Oooh. We could go visit Ireland!" I point out.

"How was work for you today?" Mark grins.

"Just did some housework. Being a stay at home person is a lot easier than most jobs."

Mark freezes, hearing padding footsteps.

"Daddy!!" Our 4 year old, adopted son yells, running towards Mark.

"Grayson!!" Mark yells back, picking him up and spinning him around. "Ohhh you're getting so heavy!"

Grayson just giggles. Hugging his dad.

"Grayson. Show your Mark what you made today." I smile

Mark puts Grayson down, and he runs off to his room. I stand to my feet, and hug my soon to be husband.

"Happy 3 years." I whisper, kissing his cheek.

"I can't believe that three years ago I was a stripper, and fell in love with my coworker." Mark sighs, hugging me tightly.

Grayson runs back into the room, a picture in his hand.

Mark takes it from him, to see a drawn representation of our family. Me, Mark and Grayson. And our dog Chica.

Mark smiles. "That's very good. You're going to be an artist someday, boy." Mark crouches down, hugging him.

Grayson giggles and runs away to his room. Mark snakes his arm around my waist and kisses me sweetly.

"I can't believe it's been 3 years." Mark smiles. "Three years ago I fell in love, with a beautiful man who I love with all of my heart." I look down at our faded tattoos, and smile.

"And I couldn't be any happier." I grin kissing his cheek.