Anything For You Princess 💫 //Randy [ UNDER EDITING ]

Epilogue

A/N : Hey Guys! I'm really sorry for the late update. I had a little Writer's Block and I was having a hard time writing. I rewrote this two times but I'm still not fully satisfied 😥 But Anyways, I hope you still like it because This is basically the end of this story 😭💔

And credits to @Ryeslittletoe on Instagram for the pic! She's so talented. I love her edits. 💕

Enjoy!

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As the curtains were pulled apart,  Sunshine shone through the window,  illuminating the dark room with a bright light. The brunette haired boy groaned, turning around and going back to sleep. He felt the bed dip behind him, and then someone shook him gently.

"Wake up, Angel. It's 11am." The voice he knows so well, spoke gently.

"Let me sleep, momia." The boy spoke with a heavy spanish accent.

"Okay fine, But don't say I didn't warn you If your Dad comes." And there it was, the same attitude, the same stubbornness.

He smiled lazily before opening his eyes to look at his father, his papa, but mostly his momia, his evergreen pretty momia. Bright Blue eyes stared into slightly softer ones. People always compliment his eyes, because they are beautiful, but what they don't know is that his eyes will never be able the surpass the soft ocean blue orbs he was staring into right now. His momia is gorgeous.

"Then let him scold me. It's not like I'm scared of that Old man." He said with a smirk, and suddenly his features started to resemble his Dad more. He won't deny the fact that He has his Dad's famous arrogant smirk and the same attitude. Those were the only things he got from Mr. Ryan Beaumont, including the soft brunette hair. But That's not special because Jessica has them too. Oh how much He and His sister can't stand having the same genes. 

It's not like He and Jessica hate each other, Nopes. Their parents taught them better than that. It's more of like a brotherly sisterly banter, which sometimes gets them in trouble with the King, aka their Dad.

"Javier Beamont !! Why are you not up yet??" His Dad's voice boomed loudly from the hallway.

Speak of the devil.

But It was all he needed before he was up and out of the bed in an instant.

"So much for not being scared of the old man, huh?" Andy grinned teasingly, making Javier pout annoyedly.

"Javier!!" Rye said loudly, walking into the room.

"I'm up Dad!!" Javier shouted.

"Javier, You need to be more responsible, son. You are eighteen now." Rye sighed, shaking his head.

Oh. Right.

"Rye! Don't be so strict on him. It's his birthday today." Andy said. He went over to Javier and kissed his cheek gently. And his momia is partly at fault for his stubborn and carefree behaviour.

"Happy Birthday, baby." He said with a smile. Javier smiled back at his momia, you can tell he is mama's boy.

"Okay, Fine. What can I do except for this?" Rye winked cheekily before walking towards Javier.

"Here you go, Birthday boy" Rye smiled, handing him a pair of car keys.

"No way! Oh My God, Thank you so much Dad." Javier said excitedly, going over to hug Rye tightly.