Epilogue

Epilogue

Allen

I woke up just like every other morning - wrapped up in Mika's arms. He was still asleep, as I should be. Judging by the almost nonexistent light coming through the window, it was still way too early to be awake.

But I couldn't go back to sleep. Not when I had this beautiful man next to me on this perfect morning.

I kissed his forehead, heat radiating off his skin, which was probably because of the two heavy blankets we had pulled over us. Then I gently ran my fingers through his curls. The action wasn't meant to wake him up, but I soon found myself staring into those wonderful brown eyes of his.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Morning." He yawned, which made me yawn in turn. "What are you doing awake?"

I smiled. "Admiring the view."

"Creep," he muttered, closing his eyes again. "I'm so tired."

I let him go back to sleep, but I couldn't do the same. Eventually, staring at him like that made me start thinking about him in the most sexual way. I couldn't help but lean a little closer to him, rubbing my naked self against his thighs to relieve some of the pressure.

"Allen..." he muttered, still half-asleep.

But half-awake meant not asleep.

I pressed my lips to his, shifting position so that I was laying over him. My hands roamed his body. I knew every inch on him by now, but that didn't stop me from touching him every chance I got. Mika was kissing me back, having fully woken up by now, but his actions seemed weaker than normal.

I pulled back, looking down at him. There was definitely something off about him this morning. "You doing okay?"

Mika nodded his head, but the action quickly sent him into a small coughing fit. He sat up to breathe better, and I slid off his lap to let him, gently rubbing his back.

When he stopped coughing, he looked over at me and shook his head. "I feel like shit."

I checked the time. It was almost seven, which meant we probably should be getting up anyway, since Sam usually will wake up soon and start bothering us to wake up. "Stay here," I told Mika. "I'm going to get you some medication."

I start to climb out of bed, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "You get me hard, then just leave me here? Rude."

Chuckling, I leaned back over towards him, kissing his forehead. "You're sick, Mika," I said. "I don't want you getting worse."

He pulled me closer. "Allen, I'm fine. Honestly. Come on." He then lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "I need you."

Mika didn't give me a chance to think about it, pulling me all the way down so that I was back on top of him. He then dove right into my neck, probably with the aim of giving me a hickey, which shouldn't surprise me anymore with how often he does it. I let my hands roam his body once again, loving the feeling of him underneath me.

There was suddenly a screech and what sounded like glass breaking from downstairs. We were both immediately out of bed and pulling on clothes, our bedroom activities being paused for now. Except, just as we were about to run out of the room, Mika started coughing badly again. I was torn between checking out what happened downstairs and staying to make sure he was fine, but he waved me on, hurrying into our bathroom.

When I made it into the kitchen, everything was covered in flour, including both of our children. I even noticed the broken shards of glass scattered around them from the container that used to hold all the flour. Sammy was crying and Amy just looked at us with panic in her eyes.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

Amy answered. "We just wanted to make you guys pancakes. For your anniversary. I'm sorry, Daddy. It slipped right out of my hands. I didn't mean to drop it."

I sighed. "Are either of you hurt? Sammy, did you get cut?"

They both shook their heads, and I was relieved. Cleaning up flour was easy; open wounds, not so much.

But there was still the issue of getting them both out of there without stepping on any glass. None of us had shoes on - not even socks.

"Don't move," I told them. "Either of you."

Hoping they would stay where they are, I hurried back upstairs to grab shoes for them to wear. After grabbing shoes from both of their rooms, I ducked into my room to quickly put on my slippers. That's when I heard the obvious sounds of Mika throwing up coming from the bathroom. I wanted to stop and check on him, but he was an adult, I'm sure he'd be okay by himself for a few more minutes while I took care of the kids.

"I'm really sorry, Dad," Amy said again as soon as I walked back into the kitchen. Her calling me 'dad' was still relatively new, and I have to say I like it. She started after Sammy once called me by my first name because he heard Amy say it.

"It's fine, Amy," I said, handing Amy her shoes. "These things happen. I'm just glad neither of you got hurt."

I then walked over to Sammy and picked him up. He clung to me, tears in the corners of his eyes. "What's wrong, Sammy?" I asked him as I slipped on his shoes. "Are you hurt?"

He shook his head, flour floating down on me and the floor when he did so. "I don't want another bath."

I sighed. He did just have one last night, but he definitely needed one now, there was no getting out of it. "Sorry, kiddo, but you're all covered in flour. You don't want to stay covered in flour for the rest of your life, do you?"

I tickled his belly when I said that, making him giggle. "No!"

I smiled. "No?" He shook his head. "What if your sister helps you get cleaned up a bit for right now, okay?"

Amy quickly turned her head to look at me, obviously not thrilled at having to do that. "Please?" I asked her. "Unless you want to clean up this whole mess by yourself."

"Why can't Meeky wash him or something?"

I sighed. "He's sick. Now you can either clean the kitchen or your brother."

Amy groaned, but walked over to the closet in the hallway and pulled out the broom. "Kitchen, definitely. At least it doesn't move around like a little worm when I have to clean it."

Fair point. The four-year-old definitely did not like being cleaned. "Be careful with the glass, please," I told Amy before taking Sammy out of the kitchen.

He looked more and more like his mother every day. Thankfully, she hadn't been seen since that day, years ago, when she tried to kill Sammy. A couple months ago, she had managed to get a letter to my parents for me, but it didn't say much, aside from a half-hearted apology and that she wasn't going to survive much longer. I had honestly thought she had died a long time ago, but I was glad she chose to stay away. Maybe if she was a different kind of person, she could have been a part of her son's life during these years, but she made her decision and that was that.

Twenty minutes later, I had Sammy completely cleaned up, the kitchen was clean, and Amy was in the shower getting herself clean. I would have suggested going out to breakfast, but I was still worried about Mika. So, sending Sammy to go watch cartoons in the living room, I went to go find my husband.

I was so glad to call him that, even after two years. We had waited about a year and a half after I had asked him, but the time flew by. I didn't care then whether we were married or not, I just wanted him in my life, but now that we were husbands, I couldn't ever imagine giving it up for anything.

I found Mika curled up on our bed, looking worse than he had when I first left him. He looked up when I entered the room, but didn't move to sit up.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "Why? It's not your fault you're sick."

"I should have gone down and helped you. Amy told me what happened."

"Don't worry about it at all," I said. "Everything and everyone is cleaned up. You just need to get better."

He shook his head. "I'm also sorry that I feel like shit today, of all days."

I smiled, jokingly. "What day is it?"

Mika rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you forgot. I'm fucking sick and I still remembered."

I leaned over and gently pressed my lips against his forehead. "I could never forget. We're just going to celebrate tomorrow, okay? Or whenever you're feeling better. Your only responsibility today is stay in bed and get better, okay?"

He nodded, so I started getting up, needing to figure out breakfast for everyone. But Mika grabbed my wrist, making me sit back down.

"There's more flour somewhere in the kitchen," he said. "I bought some last week."

I rubbed my thumb against his warm cheek. "Perfect, thank you." Now I could make those pancakes we were promised. "I'll bring you some food in a little bit, okay?"

Mika nodded again, so, again, I started to get up. Except he still didn't let go of me.

"Allen?" he asked softly. "How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?"

I chuckled. He still may not say the actual words 'I love you' too often, but he sure did know a lot of other ways to say the same thing. "I don't know. I guess we'll never really know the true way of fate."

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