Blaze (boyxboy)

Epilogue

☆Blaze☽

Epilogue:

We were lying in bed after an apocalyptic movie, and he was running his hand slowly up and down my back, caressing my skin. It was perfect, but I wanted more. Maybe that was the problem- that I always wanted more."Lennon, please, let's adopt."

He sighed and his hand stopped moving. "Elliot, we've talked about this a million times, I don't want to adopt."

"Why, because you weren't adopted? We don't have the money to-"

"Maybe I just don't want kids," he blurted. I let it sink it. No kids.

"Okay."

"Eat your carrots," I pushed the plate back at the four-year-old and he stared at me defiantly. I raised an eyebrow and he mirrored the expression with his brown one. I sighed in exasperation and picked up a carrot.

"Eat the carrot," I urged, pushing it towards his mouth. He made a sound of disapproval and crossed his arms. He was a piece of work.

The door to the apartment opened and I lost any of the kid's attention that I actually possessed. I dropped the moist carrot onto the plate in defeat.

"Hey, little guy," Lennon said as he set his briefcase down so he had a hand to ruffle our son's brown hair. He swung the small boy around as he giggled before placing him back on his feet.

"Daddy, can we watch Cars?"

"Sure, go turn on the TV. I just have to say hi to Mom," he teased me and I glared at him. Once the boy had disappeared into his room, Lennon all but collapsed into the chair, struggling to loosen his tie.

"Great day at work?" I joked and he took a carrot off the plate and began to eat it.

"The kid's going to get scurvy. He won't listen to me and you eat all of his vegetables." I snatched the plate and shoved it into the fridge.

"How was your day?" He asked, and I settled into the chair next to him.

"I barely remembered to pick him up from Robyn's on my way back from the lab. I'm starting to think it will never be automatic, and it's been two years."

"You worry too much." He comforted me with a hand along my jaw, and a small smile. It was true, I was always worried and he was level-headed, and where I was optimistic he was scared. He was scared to bring a child into our lives, scared of what might happen. It took me three years to convince him, and in the end I think the only reason he agreed was because he knew how much I wanted one.

I was writing on my laptop on the bed. It was more like venting though, writing a story about a Forensic Scientist with a gorgeous husband. Sound familiar? Their lives were far more adventurous than ours, travelling around the world and solving all sorts of murders together and then the lawyer husband would get the offenders jailed indefinitely. Writing was just a hobby that I refused to give up. I decided when I retired that I would try to publish a book.

There was a faint knock at the bedroom door and then it opened. I saved my work and sat back, looking up at him with a smile.

"Hey." I closed my laptop to make more room on the bed, but he didn't come to sit.

"I was thinking, and if you want a kid, then I want a kid too."

"Really?" My eyes were wide with excitement like a child on Christmas as he nodded, and all but flung myself at him.

"You're a good father," he assured me.

"Robyn's still trying to make me agree to let her fly us to another city," I laughed, changing the topic.

"Of course she would ask you. Seventeen years later and she still knows you cave easy. I will never trust Robyn to fly a plane."

"And Whiskey called again, he wants to see if we can come back for this reunion thing he's been trying to put together for ages." I thought that as we got older I would eventually start calling him Bailey, but I never did. It was like our own secret names for each other, and I loved it.

"If you want to go, but you know he just wants to show off his new niece." It was true. I had heard stories about how completely enamored Whiskey was with Gemma's new baby AJ. Whiskey was one of those people that was meant to have eight children.

There was the patter of feet and then the brown-eyed boy was staring at us.

"Are we watching the movie?" He asked innocently, and I felt the urge to hand him back his plate of carrots and sit him down, but knowing in less than an hour I'd probably be handing him popcorn.

Lennon looked at his watch trying to make it all official. "Two minutes," he told him while holding up two fingers. He skipped back to his room and I couldn't help but laugh. Lennon stood up from his chair and skirted over to the coffee maker.

"Are you going to come watch the movie?" he asked, offering me a mug of hazelnut coffee. He rubbed at my shoulders as I sipped at it.

"I'll join you later." He nodded and his hands fell down from my shoulders to my chest.

Lennon pulled my chin up and to the side as he leaned over my shoulder to connect our lips. Every time I closed my eyes we were seventeen again, and I knew it was the same for him.

Our lips parted and he ran his thumb across my lips teasingly as he began to walk towards what used to be an extra bedroom, now inhabited. Something caught my eye as he left the kitchen though, and I couldn't help but call out to him.

"Lennon, did you water the cactus this month?"

His eyes widened. "Shit."

**a/n Thank you for all of you who took the time to read it, and I hope it was everything you expected.

Special thanks to Chennelle. I know for a fact I wouldn't be writing this right now if it hadn't been for you, based on the two other stories I wrote before Blaze that's prologue's got deleted.

Another book in this universe, Asymptote (Whiskey's POV), is in existence