How To Be Human

How To Write An Epilogue

How To Write An Epilogue

Nine years later:

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

I watched the five year old Carlie as she ran up to her father, her messy, curly hair trailing behind her. She inherited that from me, most likely. But she did get her father's vision, thank God. He also passed down his dark eyes and high cheekbones, making her the cutest little girl on the entire block.

"What, la mia piccola principessa?" Warren ducked down to her level, picked her up with a smile, and placed her on the counter.

She pouted, using her big brown eyes as an advantage. "Cody stole my doll again. He won't give it back."

Warren sighed and fixed a piece of her hair that got in her eyes. "Tell that little shit daddy said to give it back, otherwise he'll get nothing for his birthday."

Carlie giggled as Warren put her back on the floor. "CODY!" Carlie screamed, her little voice squeaking as she ran down the hallway. I heard her tiny footsteps thud up the stairs and then a second later, a door shut.

As I put the last dish in the dish drain and shut off the water, I felt Warren press me into the counter. "Il mio piccolo panna montata," He breathed in my ear. I felt myself shiver unwillingly.

"War, stop," I said, turning around to face him. He just put his hands on either side of me, forcing us to stay in the exact position we were in. "Joel is going to be coming over in like, two minutes."

"And your point?" He muttered, eyes studying my lips intently.

"I don't want him walking in and seeing this! The kids can come down any second!" I tried to argue, but Warren wasn't going to listen. He frankly did not care if my own mother walked in on us. Who, by the way, was suppose to come over today.

"I hear no cars pulling into the driveway and both kids are up in Cody's room, playing. You forget that I can hear absolutely everything that goes on around here."

I groaned under my breath. When he chose to stay human, some of his features never actually left him. His hearing still goes pretty damn far, but not as far as it use to. He can still move very quickly, but can't go very far distances. And for the reading people's mind thing, that's gone entirely. Thank the heavens. "You make it impossible to argue with you."

His rich chuckle floated through my ears. "That's the point, babe."

His lips floated over mine like a cloud. I sighed, knowing he won, and gave in. I locked my arms over his neck and played with the black tips of his hair. Warren's hand ran over my leg and brought it up slightly, squeezing hard. His other hand was at my cheek, pulling me closer. He made a slight noise when I pulled a little bit on his lip piercing.

"This isn't a porno, guys."

I gasped and shoved Warren off of me. My eyes went to the doorway of my kitchen. Joel was smirking, leaning against the doorway with a huge bag in his hands. He finally walked in and placed the bag on the counter, tsk-tsking us the entire time.

"You sly dog," Joel cooed at Warren, who flipped him the finger with a flat face.

I slapped Warren on the arm. "You said there was no one in the driveway!"

Warren shrugged, trying to keep the smirk off his face as he opened the fridge. "I may or may not have lied."

"Such an asshole," I muttered underneath my breath.