Friends Is All We'll Ever Be (boyxboy)

Epilouge/Alternate Ending

Alexander's POV

"Don't worry, things will work out. I promise."

Promise is a strong word, yes, I'm fully aware of that. But I think that I'll be able to keep this promise. As they say, love always triumphs in the end.

~ Ten Years Later ~

"Daddy, Papa guess what?!"

Caden yells, rushing into the kitchen where I currently had my arms wrapped around my lovers waist as he stood in front of the fridge. Caden was the first out of the two kids we adopted a few years after we got married. It wasn't a big huge wedding, only consisting of family members and a few of our friends. Not all our family had willingly accepted us though, which was sadly expected, so not all of them had attended Dylan and I's most important day of our life.

The worst part of that is the fact that Dylan's parents' faces were nowhere to be found in the audience, leaving him bitter and heartbroken for the most part. Over the years Dylan and I had to learn to accept that not everyone was going to accept us. But we were okay with that, because as long as we had each other then nothing else mattered in our minds. We're happy, not 24/7 of course, and have two children that we love to pieces. Speaking of children-.

"Look look! I got all good grades on my report card!"

The nine year old ginger shouts excitedly, wildly flinging a beige colored paper in front of us. I untwine my arms from around Dylan's waist and grab the item from Caden's small hand. The sheet consisted of all fours and fives, indicating that he was above average and proficient in all of his subjects. I give an exaggerated gasp and lifted the young boy up in my arms, throwing him over my shoulders. He giggles as I begin to carefully spin him around while being cautious of any objects.

"Good job little man."

Dylan congratulates as he scans over the paper. Education is very important, even though we thought otherwise in high school, and we were proud that he was doing so well.

"Thanks papa bear."

I grin as I see Dylan role his eyes at Caden's adorable nickname for him. Well I thought it was adorable at least. Dylan, not so much. Jordan walks in just as I place his brother back onto the floor. They aren't real brothers but they don't have a problem calling each other that. It seemed as though it was natural to them. Jordan was eleven, two years older than Caden, but he was a really shy kid when we first met him.

He has gotten better at socializing but he's still not quite there yet. It was challenging for him to open up to us, considering how much the poor kid has been through. I couldn't imagine seeing my parents die in front of my eyes at such a young age. His teacher sent me his third quarter report card home through the mail. She's concerned because he has been struggling in some fields and is having trouble conversing with the other kids, though he's been there well over six months.

Even if he's not doing as well in school as Caden, Dylan and I still love him the same. We make sure he knows that every chance we get. I know the sense of feeling like you've disappointed the ones you love the most and I would never want him feeling like that. He walks up to my husband and tugs gently on his sleeve as a signal to bend down, his blond hair laying messily on his head. Dylan hums questioningly in response and kneels down on his knee.

"Can I have a rice crispy treat?"

He asks, pointing to the top of the fridge where they were located. Dylan retreats from the floor with no obligation and reaches up to grab one out of the box for him.