SWIFTIES » E P I L O G U E

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•This is very short•

"Aiden, come back here!"

Taylor called after her now five year old son, propping her three year old daughter, Avery, up against her hip.

"Ugh, where's Ed?" she grunted under her breathe.

Almost on cue, Ed came walking towards the wooden table singing happy birthday, catching her attention.

Taylor and Avery join in, watching as Aiden gasped, running towards his cake from where he was playing in the grass.

"Happy Birthday, dear Aiden. Happy birthday to you!"

They all cheered, Aiden's face breaking into an even larger grin.

"Make a wish, kid."

The young boy scrunched up his face, thinking really hard about his wish. But then he was smiling again and closed his eyes tightly, leaning over the cake to make his wish whilst blowing out the candles.

Once he'd blown out all five, everyone cheered for a second time.

"What was your wish, babe?"

"Can't tell ya, or else it won't come true."

He had acquired more of an American accent, living in America and all, but the way he said some things sounded more British at times. Taylor found it absolutely adorable.

"True," she chuckled, cutting him a piece of cake.

"Mama, I want cake," Avery pouted, pointing to the Marvel Superhero themed cake.

"You'll get some cake too, baby," Taylor said while nuzzling their noses together.

"Everyone say 'Happy Birthday Aiden!'," Ed yelled, pulling out his phone to take a picture.

Aiden went to stand next to his mother, blue frosting all around his mouth.

"Happy Birthday Aiden!"
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"I love you a lot, Taylor. I hope you know that."

"Even though I'm almost thirty and I'll be wrinkly soon?"

"Yes, I've loved you for a long time now and nothing will change that," Ed chuckled.

"I've been loving you for quite some time time time," she giggled.

"Wow, using your own song lyrics on me," Ed laughed.

"Well Album 8 is coming out next year so I'll have plenty more lines to use on you."

"Aren't you tired yet? You've been doing this for so long. I'm surprised you still have so much material."

"Well as soon as my Swifties get sick of me, I'll stop writing. Until then, this doesn't stop."

"Most of your Swifties are in their 20's now."

"Yea, they've gotten bigger over the years."

"We've gotta get some sleep, Tay. Larry's wedding is tomorrow."

"Oh yea, I love you Ed."

"And I love you Taylor. Forever."

Forever.
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So that's it? Yea, pretty much.

Thanks to everyone who's read this, I love you a lot. Especially those of you who have voted and/or commented.

There won't be a sequel. I'm not that into sequels and I don't think I have any more ideas worth a sequel so I'm sorry if you wanted one :(

P.S. I love you :)

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