Damaged ♡ Lashton ✔

Epilogue

"Morning, baby boy," Ash whispers in my ear, voice thick with sleep. I grumble some sort of response and shift closer to him, a soft gasp escaping my lips as his morning wood presses against me.

"Well good morning to you, too," I murmur softly.

I turn around in his arms so I'm facing him and slide my hands up his bare chest to loop around his neck. Hands falling to my hips, he pulls me flush against him and captures my lips in a kiss that has all my nerve endings tingling. I moan softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss and slide my hand down his torso slowly, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. His hands slide around to grip my ass and I gasp, pressing myself even closer to him and rolling my hips against his.

"I need you," he breathes out as he slips his hands into the back of my boxers, squeezing my skin gently as I moan at the contact.

"So take me," I reply with a small smirk which he returns as he starts to pull the thin material down far too slowly.

"Dad!" The shrill scream of our sixteen year old daughter has us pulling apart quickly as though we'd been burned. "Dalton's being a fucking dick! I'm going to kill you!" I certainly hope that last part wasn't directed at us...

"Language!" Ashton shouts back and flops back on the bed with an irritated groan. I chuckle quietly and kiss his cheek before crawling out of bed to get dressed.

He stares at me with pleading, puppy dog eyes and a pout that makes me want to immediately climb back in bed, but I hold my ground and shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Didn't you hear? Your son is being a fucking dick," I say with a giggle as I pull a pair of jeans on and he glares at me. He huffs out a breath as he hauls himself out of bed, walking over to me and placing his hands on my hips.

"Fine, but you owe me," he grumbles. I give him a wink and press a chaste kiss to his lips before stepping away and pulling a shirt on.

"Meet you downstairs." I blow him a kiss and slide out of our bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.

I smile to myself as I make my way down the stairs of our suburban, two storey home. It's hard to believe that nearly eighteen years together, and he still gives me butterflies and has the ability to get me worked up like I'm still the twenty year old kid that fell in love with him.

After I said yes to his impromptu proposal and the trial was over with Louis being sentenced to five years in jail, Ashton and I decided it was time for a fresh start away from Sydney. We spent months researching different cities and countries before finally settling on Los Angeles. It was the perfect place for me to really start my career, and Ashton had been debating on a career change as well.

We were engaged for a year before we had our small wedding, only close friends and family in attendance to witness us promise each other forever. When we were on our honeymoon in Bali, we discussed what our next step would be, and before we had even returned home, we had appointments set up to meet with a few surrogate candidates.

We decided to both contribute, so to speak, and a little over a year later, we welcomed our beautiful twins to the world, Maddie and Dalton. Now, sixteen years later, the four of us live in a modest four bedroom home in Los Angeles, California.

Ashton is thriving in the art industry with curators calling him frequently to display his work in their galleries, while I'm a senior producer at one of the most sought after recording studios in the city.

"Papa, Dalton is being –"

"A dick, I heard. What's going on?" She huffs and follows me into the kitchen where she hops up onto one of the kitchen stools, large hazel eyes pleading with me to take her side. I raise an eyebrow and turn away to make coffee for Ashton and I while I wait for her to speak.