DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.

A/N: Hello! How are you all? Good? Good. This is the epilogue and I'm sorry it's very short. Enjoy!

Epilogue

"Logan, will you please pick up your phone? I've called a million times now. Where are you?" I hung up and let out yet another sigh of frustration, glancing once again at my watch. Two-thirteen.

I squinted through the crowd of soccer moms and tried desperately to find Demi among the other ten year old girls gathered in a group of the side of the field.

She must have spotted me first and came running up to me, "Is daddy here yet?"

I made a mental note to shout at Logan later and pulled her into a quick hug, "I'm sorry Demi but daddy is just running late. He'll be here soon, okay?"

"He's already missed the first half of the game. And I scored a goal!" her green eyes, so like Logan's, flash with annoyance. Yep, she's definitely inherited his temper, even if she is biologically mine.

"Trust me, he'll make it up to you." I muttered, half as a promise to my daughter and half as a warning to my husband. After giving her another quick squeeze, she ran off to join her team again. I really was going to kill Logan for missing Demi's first soccer game.

"Jules!" Logan called to me as he found in the crowd, "I'm here!"

I scowled at him as he sat down next to me and tried to catch his breath, "Where the hell have you been? You missed the first half."

"I know, I know. Meeting ran late. Is she mad?" he scanned the group of girls heading back to the centre of the field to begin the second half. Demi was in the middle of them, bossy and competitive as ever, she was giving orders to the rest of the team.

"What do you think?" I asked sarcastically, "Why are you also the late one?" I asked in a semi-rhetorical way. Logan was the busy parent, not too busy but busy enough to always arrive to school functions with only seconds to spare.

"Because I know that you'll never be late to this kind of stuff." He answered my question with a tone in his voice that suggests that he thinks this information is obvious. In many ways, I understood his logic. I was the responsible father and would never miss any of Demi's school functions and so he was able to relax and focus on other stuff, although that being said, I never let him miss these kinds of things. These moments were important to Demi and I was determined on making sure that I was there for her in everything and anything she needed.

Impulsively, I grabbed Logan's hand and gave it a squeeze. Logan shot me a grin and asked, "So, what'd I miss?"

Author's Note: I never thought this story would end up being so long when I started! When I started it, I actually thought it might end up as just a long one-shot. I really enjoyed writing this interesting future!Jogan ! It was a bit of experimental writing for me because I wasn't sure how Jogan would be like married and with a child but I'm super pleased with how it's turned out. What did you guys think of Demi as their daughter's name? It was the first name that popped into my head but it sounded like a name that they would choose.

Anyway, in other news... I'm still updating my Harry Potter fanfic so go have a read of that if you're a fan of HP. I've started writing a Skins fanfic that I should be publishing soon so if you're fan of Skins, please keep your eyes open! Also, I've finally built up the courage to start publishing some of my original writing on fictionpress . com which is very exciting. Please go and check it out, it's called 'My kidnapper, My friend' and it was one of the first stories I ever wrote. On top of all of that I've have an idea of maybe writing another Glee fanfic about a married couple with a teenage daughter/son who somehow gets into trouble(pregnant or drugs or something). I'm not sure what couple though, either Seblaine or Huntbastian or maybe even another Jogan.I'd gladly take suggestions if you have any!

If you've read this far then I applaud you! And I'm sure if you have then maybe quickly leaving a review wouldn't be too much to ask, would it? Thanks for reading! -Cloey van Zyl :)