What If

Epilogue 2: The Moment

So, this is the end of this story. I'd like to thank everyone who voted it, commented, or simply just read it from start to finish. I can't believe that my first fanfic ever had so much support, I honestly wasn't expecting that and I'm so grateful to all of you. 

Today we also say goodbye to the show and I'm kinda sad about it, but everything has to end at some point and I know that even if there's no more episodes left we'll never forget this ship and everything we went through with it. 💜 I, for one, am glad I met it and I'm still not done with these characters, I feel like there's a lot that can be still be told and I plan on doing it until I run out of motivation.

Finally, a quick note, in this universe Nico never left after some girl he had just met so the Roller Band is still intact <3

Hope you like this just as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕 

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Simón came up with the realization quite early in their relationship— Shocking absolutely no one.

What could he say? Once he loved, he loved with everything he had, and there was always something about Ámbar that was different from the rest. It took just one kiss to convince him that there was something special between them, and after that first night they'd spent together, he was pretty much ready to propose right there and then. But he knew, rationally, that it was just the happy hormones in his brain. That, sure, he was happier than he had ever been, but they were only at the beginning of their relationship and no one knew what the future would uphold.

A lot had happened between them already. They had faced a storm right at the very start, but they had come out stronger than before. Just some months later, no one could've ever guessed that they ever fought at all. They just worked. They were the typical couple that people saw in the street and wondered, "How do they do it?"

It had been a year since they'd officially gotten back together when it happened.

Simón had had a very long night. The Roller Band had been hired to play some songs at a pub and they were taking every chance that came their way so, after closing the Jam & Roller, they went directly there and stayed up close to 3 AM.

Obviously he didn't know it would take that long, otherwise he wouldn't have promised Ámbar that he'd see her that night. As time passed by and the crowd kept asking for more songs (and then just the same ones again) he stole a minute to call her and inform her of the situation. He suggested that they just left it for another day, but Ámbar said it was okay, that he could arrive at whatever hour he finished.

By the time Simón finally got to the mansion, she was asleep, tucked under the covers of her bed. He expected as much, and he honestly preferred that over having her wait up for him because she was an early riser. They could talk the next day; now it was better that she got her rest.

With that in mind, Simón stripped off his clothes as silently as he could and climbed into bed next to her. The moment he laid beside her, Ámbar moved closer, cuddling against this chest. At first, he thought he had woken her, but her eyes remained closed and she mumbled incoherent words under her breath. She was still asleep.

It moved him so much that she sought him out even in dreams that his heart clenched almost painfully. He brought a hand to her hair and moved some strands to the side so he could look at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful and beautiful that he couldn't help but smile.