A Walk Through Hell (Boyxboy)

Epilogue

I stared down at the two cribs. Side by side in the nursery we had spent countless hours painting blue. For the boy we knew we wanted. As soon as we were cleared to adopt, we had been planning. Saving our money. Moving out of my beloved first apartment.

I had fallen in love with the baby blue eyes. The mop of curly brown hair. The dimples in his cheeks. Whoever gave him up was an angel, servicing us. We were chosen to raise the most perfect little boy in the universe. I had cried and Shane had laughed. He also had tears in his eyes. Because he really was beautiful. He had taken my pinky finger in his precious little hand and held fast to it, smiling a toothless smile at me, taking my breath away, and I had known. Right then, that this was my son.

As we prepared to sign off on him, collect his birth certificate, we were informed of a twin. He wasn't the only perfect little angel in that place. Shane was against it. He said one was enough. But how could we separate the two? So we went to see the other. A fraternal twin. A girl. With the same gorgeous baby blues and brown curls. I never questioned scooping her up in my arms. She was just as light as her brother, with only one dimple on her left cheek.

So we had no choice but to buy another one of everything, in pink, of course, and double up in the nursery. They were both sleeping peacefully. By now one year old. I watched them, dreamily. How could a parent not love their children? How could a parent do what mine did? I wanted to protect these angels. Let them grow to be all they could.

We had given them fitting names. Ella and Benjamin. Simple names. After the adoption, Max and Lizzie flew in. Lizzie pregnant with a baby of her own, and Max baring a five year old Annabelle with a girlfriend on his arm. Annabelle was a talkative girl, and once she laid her eyes on her niece and nephew, she couldn't shut up. I hadn't seen everyone this happy since the wedding. We decided to have it in California on the beach. Shane had proposed a couple years after I finally agreed our casual sex was not enough. We had agreed on being friends, and that didn't last long. In a few short months it turned to friends with benefits and then we started on again off again dating until he put his foot down and told me he loved me and he was going to buy me a ring and if I didn't except it, I would be sorry.

The wedding had been perfect, with a guest list just shy of a hundred people. We wrote cheesy romantic vows and I cried and we had a cake fight. It was a beautiful day, and I think that's what brought our family closer. Both of them. Chelsea even came around and gave a speech at the reception. Laura was unbelievably happy and shocked to see I had not only gained weight, but muscle too. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to tell I definitively wasn't going back to my old ways.

I had never been happier. Traveling all around the globe, writing journal entries on my blog. It actually led to my first book being published. Shane had laughed at it, but it was a self help book. About finding who you are and surrounding yourself with positivity. It had worked for me, and apparently the 2.5 million people that bought it. I had been on TV in interviews and even featured in a magazine. Traveling became my occupation. I had to take a break because we adopted, and unlike my flexible career, Shane's was tight.

He got into business. He got into real estate in college and he followed his dream. Now he runs a firm that sells houses to rich folk on the east coast. He racked in a lot of big bucks for reaching and surpassing his daily quota, and that extra money had gone to funding my book and my trips until we got serious about adopting.

I sighed happily thinking about how my life had gone. I went from having nothing to having everything. I jumped as I felt arms snake around my waist. I leaned back and smiled happily, shutting my eyes as his familiar scent overwhelmed me with a wave of nostalgia for when we were teens. Of course those times weren't all good, but I found it increasingly easier to block out the bad.

His lips trailed down my neck lovingly. "Why are you home so early?" He chuckled and I shuddered as it reverberated through my body. "Its my husbands 23rd birthday. And I have a present." I smiled bigger. "What? Is it a first class ticket to Hawaii?" He shook his head. "Even better. Come with me." I sighed. "Grab a baby. We're not leaving them." He turned me around and beamed at me. "That's the first part of your gift." He pulled my hands and led me through the door of the nursery.

Standing in the middle of our living room floor was my hugely pregnant sister. She had dyed her bleach blonde hair dark brown and she wore a striped maternity dress with flats. I shrieked and ran to her. It was hard acting my age.

"Ohmigod, I can't believe you're 23, its so gross!" I giggled and hugged her tightly. "You look ready to burst." It was her time to giggle. "I'm due in three weeks." I was glad she was happy about her pregnancy. When she called me and told me her boyfriend dumped her and then somehow got arrested, she cried. She said she didn't want to raise a kid on her own. But now she was excited. She couldn't wait for him to be born. And neither could I.

"Do you want to see your present or not?" Shane asked impatiently. I pulled away from Lizzie. "Go. I'll watch them." I smiled gratefully. Shane dragged me out of the house. Outside, parked in the two car driveway was a dark gray Audi. I wasn't good with cars, since I just recently got a license, but it was sleek and pretty with a red bow tied around it. I turned around and grabbed Shane's face, kissing him before running to the car. "You want to drive it?" He asked. I nodded eagerly taking the keys he held up for me and I kissed him again. "Thank you so much Shaney, thank you!" He frowned at the nickname I had latched onto shortly after he started calling me Z. I still hated it, but a little less now since he started interchanging 'baby' and 'Z'.

It was in our agreement that he was now allowed to call me baby. I loved it, I just wouldn't admit it, still madly stubborn. We had a lot of stuff in our agreement. Like what days we were allowed to cook and a schedule for who changed who's diapers and made who's bottles. Also there were rules on sex. Only in the bedroom and shower and only rarely in the kitchen now that we had babies.

"Come with?" I asked. I know how much he wanted to change out of his sharp black suit and put on some sweats and maybe eat, but I was excited to go for a drive in my new car. He smiled and nodded. "Sure, let's go."

***

After we had put the babies to sleep and blown up an air mattress for Lizzie out in the living room, Shane and I nestled ourselves in our bed. I was dog tired and I was ready to drop, but Shane wouldn't allow that. He kept kissing my shoulder, wrapping his arm around me tightly. I realized a long, long time ago that he was horny when he did this. I smiled. "Shane." He stopped kissing my shoulder and 'hmmed'. "Do you want to have sex?" I asked. He shook his head. "No, just go to bed." I chuckled. "You know I'll fall asleep and you'll have to try and wake me up or get yourself off."

He chuckled. "Go to bed. I'm fine, I just can't keep my hands off of you." I smiled and turned on my other side smiling at him. "I love you. I love you so much." He smiled at my words. "I love you more. Now sleep." I kissed him slowly before setttling back into the cozy bed and closing my eyes.

It didn't take long for me to drift off in a peaceful sleep, with the love of my life rubbing circles into my arm and two gorgeous babies in the next room. Everything worked out wonderfully. Beautifully.

~ I wrote this a LONGGG ass time ago and forgot about it oops, so here's the epilogue and the prologue to the spin off of this book.

it will be about Benjamin and Ella and I'm super excited to actually start posting it whoo.

bye.