The Geek's Guide to Parenthood

Epilogue

Okay, so here it is. The sequel for A Nerd Story of Love. I don't own any of this. The only thing I do own is the plot to the story and a very cool 'Geekward' mug. I'm planning on keeping the story lighthearted as can be, but there will be angsty moments. I will post warnings in the author's notes at the beginning of the chapters for fair warning.

Thanks for everyone who's faved, reviewed or read my story. I love writing SGB and Nerdella and I'm so happy that you all love them too. Here's the epilogue...we're moving forward to where I want the next story to start. We're also going to meet the 'antagonist' of new story, as well.

I'm not going to have any author's notes at the end. So, I'm going to put my notes up here at the top. Thank you for all of my readers to who followed me through this story and who have given me guidance, ideas and positive reinforcement. I am planning on doing a third story. Looking for a title. If you have one about 'raising teenagers' please leave them in the reviews. I'll give you props if you do help in deciding my title. Finally, check out my blog for when I post the third story. Link is in my profile and so is the link to my facebook group, as well: Tufano79 Twilight Fanfic Appreciation. Come hang out with us. We're fun! Thank you!

Epilogue

EPOV

Fifteen Years Later

"Dad! Please, can I use the car? I have cheerleading practice after school and then we're playing a prank on coach," Kyra whined. "Please?" She jutted out her lip pathetically and sidled up to me.

"Kyra, that is pitiful," I snorted.

"Don't make me break out the crocodile tears, Dad," she said, batting her lashes.

"Fine. But, you know your curfew, principessa," I said as I handed her the keys to my old Volvo SUV. "If you are a minute late, then you will not be going to the football game this weekend, regardless of the phone calls of your coaches. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she squealed as she kissed my cheek. "I love you!"

"Love you, too," I said as I turned back to the computer.

"FREEZE, YOUNG LADY!" Bella bellowed. "You did not just go to your father to get permission to get the car did you?"

"Crap," Kyra spat.

"Hold up," I said sternly. "Your mom said no? And you didn't tell me?" I was disappointed in my oldest child who knew she got caught in a lie.

"Sorry, Dad," she muttered.

Bella was in my office, her arms crossed over her breasts, glaring at Kyra. "You know better, Kyra Marie Cullen."

"Mom! This is important," she stomped.

"Your schoolwork is important. Cheerleading isn't," Bella said sternly. "You can go to practice but either your father or I will pick you up from school afterward. And after the game Friday, you are grounded until next Friday. No friends, no Facebook, no phone. You'll fork it over after school today."

"This is so unfair!" Kyra screamed as she ran out of my office, throwing the keys onto the ground. Her door slammed shut and it caused Bella and I to jump.

I turned to my wife of nearly eighteen years. She still looked as beautiful as she did when I first met her online at the age of twenty-five. Now, at forty-four, her hair was shorter, just brushing over her shoulders but still a rich chestnut brown. Though, that brown now comes out of a bottle. Her eyes were the color of chocolate and her skin was the most alluring shade of alabaster. She didn't look forty-four. She still looked like she was in her twenties. Her body was as gorgeous as well. But then again, she'll always be beautiful in my eyes. Her curves are more pronounced and her body was softer, but she was slender and looked fantastic for a woman who gave birth to four children.