Epilogue

Epilogue

Sometimes it takes a whole rollercoaster ride to finally get to the best part. To get to where you want to be. At least that was what had happened to Skylar. Her life had not been the easiest. She had never thought that her clinically depressed self could attain the happiness she had so craved throughout her life. It had been hard to get to where she was, but it had been definitely worth it.

Being with the man she loved was all she wanted in the world. Nothing could compare to being alongside her one true love for the rest of her life – with Rinaldi as her last name now!

Life was great. She had a wonderful husband that worshipped the ground she walked on. He was everything she wanted and more. He had given her happiness, love, and a family. Emily had gladly accepted her as a step-mother, and then they'd expanded their family to two more little fellas: Erik and Aria. They were twins – they'd gotten so lucky. They were a beautiful family. Erik turned out so much like his father in the way he carried himself, with the same serious, yet sweet, demeanor. Aria had those same beautiful green eyes, just like her father. And Emily was great big sister; she loved her siblings so much!

And now, as she watched her children play with Sarah and Kyle's two children, she had to admit that she was only lucky lady.

"Look at them, they're so beautiful," Skylar cooed over the children. "Erik is turning out more and more like you every day."

Ian smiled and leaned down to kiss his wife's forehead. "And Aria is looking more and more like you every day. She's beautiful just like her mother."

It had been five years since their wedding day, and they were just as happy as they had been those many years ago. It was cheesy, but it was true. Skylar felt like nothing could possibly ruin what she had. It just wasn't possible.

She turned to her husband and kissed his lips softly. He still made her heart beat faster every time they touched – even he just looked at her with adoring eyes. He was the perfect husband. He worshipped her, was a loving father to their children, and always made time to make passionate love to her every night – or when they could sneak time in.

"I love you," she said against his lips.

"And I love you," he said back.

They would have gone back to kissing if it wasn't for Kyle joining them with a bottle of wine, his wife right behind him with some wine glasses.

"Alright, there are children here," Kyle pointed out. "Can we keep it PG, please?"

Skylar giggled and settled for cuddling up next to her husband. "Sorry, Kyle. But don't act so innocent yourself."

Kyle poured all of the adults a glass of wine and then settled down.

"I'm glad we could all meet up for our yearly reunion," Sarah said. "It's so great to see our kids getting along."

"It sure is," Kyle agreed. "But I think Erik is playing a bit too rough with my princess."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Now you leave my son alone, Kyle. He's an angel."

"Well, if he's anything like you," Kyle said, "we all know he's not."

They all laughed.

Kyle and Sarah had stayed in Chicago where she worked at a very good law firm. Kyle was still in school getting his Ph.D in psychology. They both had a lot on their plates with their career, or school, and two children. But they didn't want to wait. Starting a family was something they had both wanted for a while, so they just did it. They did not regret their decision at all.

Meanwhile, Ian and Skylar had gone back to San Francisco where they both worked at, of course, Rinaldi & Associates. Everyone at the firm had been shocked when Ian had gone back with the news that he and Skylar were engaged. He didn't care what anyone thought, he just knew that life was getting better. And so it had. Now they were both running the firm, and that was great.

Later that night, Skylar and Ian went back to their hotel – alone. The kids had been invited to a sleepover at Kyle and Sarah's home to spend more time with their kids. They both knew it was just Kyle and Sarah gifting them some alone time – much needed alone time.

"Well, we're alone," Ian pointed out as she changed into her nightgown.

She smiled. "We are. What do you want to do?"

Ian grinned and went over to her to wrap his around her. "I don't know about you, but I plan on making love to my beautiful wife."

"That sounds like a great plan," she agreed, running her hands over his chest.

Their lips locked and thoughts about anything else left their head. It was just them in that moment. Heavy breathing, hot skin – it was amazing. Ian settled her down on the bed, her legs hanging off. He got on his knees and started to trail his lips up and down her thighs, driving her crazy. And when his tongue finally connected to that one part of her body that had been throbbing in anticipating, she almost lost it.

"Yes, Ian," she moaned.

He grunted in response and kept on working his magic. Flicking. Licking. Sucking. It was heaven.

"Come up here," she begged, her breathing erratic.

Ian slipped off the rest of his clothes and then joined his woman up on the bed. Slowly, he thrust into her, a gasp emitting from her. There was nothing better than making love to his wife, it was what he loved for. And with every thrust, he made sure she knew exactly how much he loved her.

"Ian!" she exclaimed when she finally reached her climax. "Yes, Ian! F.uck!"

He was quick to join her, exclaiming her name in the process.

Minutes passed and neither of them left the bed. Skylar had settled her head on top if his chest, and he just held her. They weren't tired. But it was great to just lay there holding each other. Being in the company of one another was amazing.

She loved her husband so much. Ian had been the one to save her life so many years ago, given her hope. He was also the man that had taught her how to love, and who had given her his unconditional love in return. He'd been there when she needed him the most when she didn't know if she could go on by herself. It had been the sweetest escape from her personal darkness. It had always been Ian. Her love. Nothing could ever change that. Nothing could ever take that away from her.

Life was good.

fin

A/N: If you want to read something that wasn't written when I was 16 (AKA this story as you can tell by the poor writing so thanks for finishing this) maybe consider checking out my new works.

One story I'm really excited about is My Favorite Part. So, here's a little preview.

"Nate," she whispered in surprise when she saw me open the door to her room. She was resting her back against the headboard, a book in her hand which fell on the mattress as I strutted in. "W-what are you doing here?"

I gave her a knowing look. "You think I'm just going to let you hide away in your room after what happened between us earlier?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. After that scorching kiss we'd shared in the morning? After how she had felt in my arms? No. Not a chance, sweetheart.

Anastasia blushed. And fuck did I love seeing her blush. It drove me crazy. "Nate, I...you should just forget it ever happened," she whispered, sadness glazing her hazel eyes. "I'm a fucking mess."

I shook my head at her, looking into her eyes with a hungry gaze. Oh, no, Anastasia. You're not getting away from me that easily. "Anastasia, I'm the literal walking embodiment of a mess," I told her as I came to stand in front of her, looking down at her dangerous body. "And you, sweetheart, are absolutely perfect whether you want to believe it or not."

But Anastasia, stubborn as ever, shook her head at me. "Don't say stupid things like that, Nate," she warned. "You know exactly what type of mess I am. Trust me, you won't want anything to do with me after a while." Her eyes lowered, and her face fell. "Nothing good ever lasts when I'm around."

My chest tightened at her words. Now, I had never been the type to be in tune with my emotions. Especially now with women who I liked to fuck and send away running. But Anastasia had had me feeling several emotions since the first day I met her. And I realized all I wanted was to take all her brokenness and put her back together. Mend her heart. Make her feel like the amazing woman she was because she wasn't her past or her mistakes or the shitty things that happened to her. She was so much more than that. She was the only bright thing in my life. I needed her to know that.

I grabbed ahold of her and pulled her up so that she was standing in front of me. She shivered when my hands touched her waist. "You don't know me all that well, Anastasia," I told her. "When I want something badly enough, I will always fight for it. I will fight for you."

And then I kissed her.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/224437441-my-favorite-part