Age Gap

Cut Down Epilogue

"Good morning everyone!" The matriarch of the Loud house came into the dining room. All around the table were her lovely daughters starting at the oldest of the house, Lynn Jr., to the youngest, Lily. Her eyes scanned the room once again for a certain someone. "Has anyone seen Lincoln? I want to wish him happy birthday before I leave for work."

"Uhh," the star athlete spoke for the group. "He's not here, Mom."

"Well that's too bad." Rita Loud shook her head in disapproval. "I wanted to cheer him up by asking what kind of cake he wanted tonight."

"I believe he desires something different today." Lucy's monotone voice told her elder.

"Mom," the rugged mechanic of the family raised an eyebrow. "It's his sixteenth birthday."

"Yes," the mother replied with confusion. "It's a big one. Sixteen! He can finally get a license! But your older sisters didn't even bother coming down for it. I thought he'd be depressed about it." Rita raised her palm to her cheek in worry. "Why wouldn't they come home?"

"For heaven's sake!" Lola shouted out like a primadona. "They didn't come BECAUSE it's Lincoln's sixteenth birthday!"

"Why would that matter?"

"Mother," Lisa pushed up her glasses before putting it bluntly. "The age of consent in Michigan is sixteen."

A heavy silence hung over the room.

The intelligent girl continued without remorse.

"Quinlan arrived at exactly midnight and tossed stones at Lincoln's window." The genius started painting a very vivid picture for the entire table. "From there they proceeded to get in her car and drive to an undisclosed hotel. Without a doubt, Lincoln and Quinlan climbed the stairs to adulthood early this morning... and possibly reclimbed them a number more times afterwards." Lisa quickly glanced to her watch. "Perhaps once for every year he's been alive at this point."

"I need to sit down." A paled faced Rita took a seat in one of the open chairs.

"Lisa!" A couple of the girls at the table denounced the girl's direct tactics.

"I hardly see the issue." Lisa stood her figurative ground. "Lincoln and Quinlan have respectively held back at the wishes of our parents and the law. It's to be expected that they would engage in passionate copulation when it was finally possible." The Loud mother wobbled in her chair.

"Yeah, but you don't just say they were going to, to." Lana's eyes darted towards Lily who was blissfully eating her sugary cereal. A smile was present on her face hearing a story about her brother. The tomboy lent in and whispered. "Have sex."

"Preposterous!" Lisa's lisp flared up only slightly, something she had hoped to suppressed in the years. "A mother should be proud to hear of her son becoming a man."

"Lisa!"

"Yeah!" The six year old, Lily shouted out. "Linky's a man!"

"Lily!"

"I think I'll go lay down." Rita stood and tried to stumble her way to her room. Her foot kicked a small box on the ground. "What's this?" The mother lifted the box and came face to face with a warrior from the ancient city of Troy.

"Hmm," Lisa was by her side. "Lincoln must have dropped them in his rush to mate with Quinlan."

*Thud*

Everyone looked at the fainted mother.

"If she allowed me to continue." Lisa paid little heed to her mother's condition. "Quinlan has been taking birth control in preparation for today."

"Sigh..." Lucy walked up and grabbed her mother's arms. Lynn went for the legs. "Lead with that next time."

"I too have predicted several next times."

"Quit it, Lisa!"

"...My error."

"Excuse me, doctor." A curly haired brunette woman looked up from her chart to her patient. "Your last name is Loud, correct?"

"Yes," the brunette smiled. "Quinlan Loud, Mrs. Diller."

"I'm sorry if I'm mistaken but," the middle aged woman flustered a bit and glanced to the side. "Do you happen to be married to that handsome masseur down the hall?"

"The one with white hair?" Quinlan simply smiled and subtly flicked her faded bee pin.

"Yes!" Her patient shouted out like she had just won the lotto. "So you are, my apologies I recognized the name."

"No problem at all," QL, formerly referred to as QT, told her rehabilitation patient. "We get it a lot."

"Of course," Mrs. Diller waved it off as silly. "You, an attractive physical therapist, him, an attractive massage therapist, working in the same building. Quite a romantic story." Quinlan rolled her eyes. Looks like it was time to play her favorite game again.

"Actually we were childhood sweethearts." Now for the clencher. "We have a five year age gap."

"Pish posh, I got you beat, sweetie. My husband and I have an eight year gap."

"So you do." Quinlan smiled and flipped to the final page of her clipboard. She added another tally under the larger side of the board.

"Ooo, and speaking of your husband" Mrs. Diller whispered as if she had juicy gossip.

"Hey, honey bee." An arm wrapped around Quinlan's hip and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Not in front of the patients, dear." Mrs. Loud chided at Mr. Loud.

"Oh, don't mind me." The patient in question gave the go ahead.

"Mrs. Diller, lovely to see you again." The white haired man tipped a fictitious hat to the women.

"You too, Mr. Loud." She greeted. "Oh, my daughter's going to be so disappointed to learn you're married."

"Happily so," Lincoln gave a cheeky hug from behind to his wife. "We have a boy of six and a daughter of two."

"Such a sweet couple." Quinlan's patient cooed.

"Mmmhmm," the masseur agreed. "I come over everyday to have lunch dates with my beautiful, generous wife."

"No fast food." His wife ignored his complement.

"Aw, shucks." Lincoln jokingly said. "Afraid I'll lose my six pack."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"It was a festival of food trucks, honey bee." His hands were on her shoulder as he swayed. "Plus you'll put me back on track won't you?"

The doctor sighed and shook her head. "Give me a minute to get Mrs. Diller all wrapped up and we can go."

"Will do!" Lincoln let go happily and went to the employee lounge. The patient watched as he left before commenting.

"You don't get a lot of men like that now of days." Quinlan finished her sign off.

"No. You really don't."

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End of the epilogue