THREESOME

Epilogue

6 years later

Frankie

"Puuuuushhh! Puuuuushhh!"

"He's almost out! He's almost out!"

"You could do this Frankie push!"

"NO I CAN'T! IT HURTS SO MUCH! HE'S SO FUCKING BIG!" I yelled in nothing but pain. Man, giving birth was hard as hell. And it really hurt.

"Come on sweetie, we have the head. Keep going!"

"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH"

"Wahhh, wahhh, wahhh," the cries of a little baby filled the room.

A gasped someone managed to over power the cries.

"Oh my God! He...he's beautiful." Charlie came by my side and took the baby from the nurses grasp. "Hey little man, I'm your dad. Your so adorable." He started planting small kisses on his temple.

"Uh Charlie?" A nurse popped in.

"Huh?" He said looking back.

"Daisy's giving birth now," she quietly said. He gasped once again.

"I got to go baby. I'll be back. Here Frankie, watch him." My mouth flew open from disbelief. Wow, guess I'm not his baby more...

Charlie

Shit. It sucks that both of them are having there babies on the same day! Because Mr. Flores couldn't make it, aka Mathew, I'm stuck with dealing with both of them. They both were having sons. Yikes. Or well, we both were having sons I should say.

As I got closer to her room, I heard grunts and cries. Once I got to the door, baby screams filled the air.

I walked in to see a nearly brown skinned baby with big brown eyes staring up at Daisy. He was adorable.

"What's his name?" I whispered, getting closers.

"Evan. Evan Flores."

"Aw. Adorable!" I whisper shouted.

"Well, did you go with Blake? Bryan? What?"

"We went with Braxton. Literally because we thought Braxton would go good with Lorelai but, I disagreed. Didn't matter though," I chuckled.

"Who's Lorelai?"

"That's what we'll name our daughter."

1 year and 1/2 later

"Puuuush puuuushhhh!"

"Waaaaa waaaaa."

"It's a girl! Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Elliot."

Back again. She had another baby and this time we didn't know the gender. We kept it a suprise. But like we wanted, it's girl. And she's adorable. Chunky as ever.

"Aww. I'm gunna cry," Scott said, approaching Frankie.

"No don't. You will have this one day," Frankie told him.

"Yeah sure I guess. But, it's so hard finding a surrogate now. A healthy one at least. Plus, Mickey and I is just thinking of adapting. Poor little kids at those horrible homes." He shrugged.

"Well, whatever you decide, we will he here," Daisy placed a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Yeah, all 7 of us." I smiled at him.

We all have gotten super close over the years. Well, not including Scott and Daisy  and Frankie. They already were super close.

As I stand here looking at my beautiful fiance, my beautiful baby girl, and the weirdoes I consider my family, it makes me think about all the different ways I could he miserable right now.

Probably attached to Jocelyne as she goes around sleeping with city.

Or maybe by myself envying everyone's success.

Or teaching, I think I'd get tired of.

Either way, I'm happy it ended up like this.

1 year later

"BRAXTON! GIVE YOUR SISTER BACK HER BOBO!" Frankie's yells echoed the room.

"What's going on?" I chucked.

"Braxton is bullying your daughter. Look," she gestured her hands to two little babies playing in a play pin.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Baby, your overreacting. Plus he's two, he doesn't know anybetter." I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"I guess your right," she agreed. "But I still don't trust him." She pointed to Braxton who started giggling immediately.

"Well he's your son, get over it. Okay?" I kissed her cheek.

"Okay," she kissed my lips.

"Who's hungry!" I turned to see Mickey holding a bunch of bags.

"We are!" Frankie and I said at the same time. Couldn't help but us all falling into laughter.

Well that was it...or was it???