Another Cinderella Story |Kellic|

Epilogue

As I've gone through writing this, my little memoir, it shocks me just how my life as a teenager was. I was an interesting character that's for sure. But, I've never really changed. After ten years, I'm still me, I've matured of course but my principles are still the same. I still practice Hinduism, I still do yoga every morning with Vic, who is now my husband –and, shockingly my producer as many of you know—I am still a terrible vegetarian who much to the annoyance of my vegetarian fans, still cheats and eats meat every so often –I'm sorry, I just can't help myself—and I'm still me. I'm still this crazy mess, I'm still genderfluid and I'm now raising my two children to understand what it means to respect pronouns.

The past ten years have been a rollercoaster of events that I can't even begin to explain. My life has had its ups and its downs, I've been slandered countless times, dragged through the mud, I've been called confused all my life and I've had people try to hurt me in many ways. But, I've always had Vic at my side making sure that the pressure of being me didn't break me.

My little family was what kept me going, they were my rock. Without them, I'd probably never have gotten as far as I have. I never had some smooth asphalt road that I just glided through. My road to success was an old, gravel road that took some work to get through. But it was worth it because in the end.

I became even better than Adele.

And fucking Joey Graceffa can just kiss my ass, my manicurist is the best in the world.

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"Vic Jr!" I shouted, running down the hall, trying to catch my son as he let out a loud squeal. "Get back over here!"

"Stay away Mama!" He yelled, jumping into Vic's arms. "Mom save me!"

Yes, Vic and I had our children call us Mama and Mom. It was what we wanted and Vic just thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"Don't worry kiddo, Mama won't get you, I'll never let them get you," he said, hugging our son, his namesake tight to his chest. I rolled my eyes and hit the side of my husband's head as I took our four year old from him.

"You need to get to bed Mister," I said, carrying him over my shoulder as I took him upstairs. "Victor! Get Cope to bed!"

"Aw Kells! It's early, she doesn't need to go to bed yet!" Vic whined and I turned to face him, ignoring Vic Jr. who had started poking my back.

"She needs to go to bed, she's three years old and it's already really late."

"It's nine o'clock!"

"Exactly! She should have been to bed over an hour and a half ago!" I exclaimed. "You spoil them."

Vic stuck his tongue out at me before going to Copeland's room to get her to go to bed.

"Mama do I have to go to bed? I'm a big boy, I can stay up with you and mom!" Josh whined, I tsked and shook my head.

"Nope, you have school tomorrow."

"Blue Ivy didn't have to go to school," he mumbled.

"Well that's a lie, Blue Ivy went to school, she went to the same school you go to, besides, you're not Beyoncé's kid if you were, maybe I'd think about you not going to school but until then you're going," I told my son as I set him on his bed.

"You're famouser."

"I'm not more famous than Beyoncé sweetie," I laughed.

"Yeah you are!" He whined, "Everyone knows you Mama, you're the best."

I rolled my eyes and dropped the subject as I tucked him into bed and went back downstairs where Vic was slumped, pouting as Copeland laid on his lap fast asleep.

"Did she play you again?" I asked with a quiet giggle as I picked my daughter up, Vic nodded and stood up, giving me a quick kiss.

"She's as bad as her mama," he muttered, his arm wrapping around my waist as he led me upstairs. I shook my head and took a sleeping Copeland to her own bed before I went back to Vic and wrapped my arms around him.

"I love you," I said, kissing his nose softly.

Vic smiled and picked me up, "I love you too, my wonderful and beautiful relationship pal."

I narrowed my eyes and hit his head. "I take it back," I muttered as he carried me downstairs to the living room. He chuckled and kissed me sweetly.

"No taksies backsies," he sang.

I laughed, "What are we? Five?"

"Yes," he said in the most serious voice he could muster before he burst out laughing.

I giggled and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder as he sat down. We had gotten married seven years ago and were still just absolutely in love. We really were one of Hollywood's biggest power couples and we made sure everyone knew it. Every event we went to, people wanted our pictures, or autographs.

I had finally gotten my dream and it was all because of my prince charming.

I know that it's kind of weird for a twenty eight year old to write a memoir but I thought it was a good idea to tell my story. To tell about how the little dorky hippy kid with a terribly stepfamily met their prince charming and got the chance of a lifetime. It was like a fairy tale, like Cinderella almost.

Which made sense, maybe I really was just Another Cinderella Story.