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I rock back and forth as the tiny snowflakes hit the window gently, some sticking, others flying elsewhere.

Rosemary was fast asleep, he father had a special touch. But with Milo, the boy just couldn't fall sleep under his parents touch.

I hum a lullaby softly, my last attempt of getting Milo to sleep.

He keeps tossing and turning and whining. I pull myself out of the rocking chair and walk over to the crib Rosemary slept in.

I lay him down next to her and he immediately throws an arm around her, closes his eyes, and stopes whining.

My phone starts to go off, playing a song Josh and Tyler made. I raise the phone to my ear and speak softly, hoping not to wake the sleeping beauty's.

"Hey baby..."

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, I won't be back until next week."

"B-but Christmas is coming up."

"I'm really sorry... maybe this will make it up to you?"

The door to the nursery opens and and person steps in the room.

I walk quickly to them and throw my arms onto him. "D-don't do that..." I say, giggling and sniffing.

"I'm sorry baby, but I'm here now."

Josh holds me close and I smile; I wish we had moments like these every day.

"When's your next tour?"

"Not until at year or two."

My smile grows into a grin and I love up at him. "I think you forgot something."

He chuckles softly. "Did I?" He leans down and kisses me lovingly.

"I didn't fall in love with you.
I walked into love with you,
with my eye wide open,
choosing to take
every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny,
but I also believe
we are only fated
to do the things
that we'd choose anyway.
And I'd choose you;
in a hundred lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds,
in any version of reality,
I'd find you
and I'd choose you."

-Erin Hanson

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