Epilogue

Jason's POV

Piper and I didn't have a happy ending.

I knew it. I told you, didn't I?

Happy endings don't exist.

When Piper and I got married, it seemed like the best time of our lives. The honeymoon stage they call it. For us, it seemed like nothing could go wrong.

I started believing in happily ever afters.

But the honeymoon stage doesn't last forever.

After our honeymoon in Orlando, we were still in that stage for some time. We had bought an apartment near our workplaces and it seemed pretty cool. It was pretty cool. Besides the frequent sex, of course.

Then we found out she was pregnant.

I'm going to skip my mother's reaction to the news that her son and the girl of her dreams were having a child.

Yeah.

A lot of screaming and joy and tears.

Barf.

Piper was nervous but super excited, just like everyone else. She'd send me pictures of baby clothes whenever we were at work and fathering tips that she found online.

I was on my best behavior, I really was. I didn't complain when Piper dragged me to the baby aisle at stores and made me buy all these weird baby toys that are supposed to be considered cute but aren't and should really be thrown away when someone isn't looking.

But I was scared as hell.

A father?

An actual father?

Me?

I couldn't be a good boyfriend to her when we were younger, how could I be a good father to a child?

I wasn't just scared...I was sort of feeling agitated.

I wasn't ready to be a father. I didn't want to be a father.

I just couldn't.

Piper had a miscarriage two months later after we found out she was expecting.

Needless to say, it crushed her.

And me.

I know I didn't want a child just yet but I couldn't help feel disappointed. Upset. Heartbroken.

Angry.

And for some fucked up reason that just proves that I'm a dick, I took my anger out on her. The girl I love.

When I woke up, she'd have made me breakfast and I wouldn't give a shit. I'd make my own coffee and walk out, without so much as a goodbye. I wouldn't call her or text her during my breaks at work and would only talk to her if it was necessary. I would come home late, drunk off my ass after going to the local bar, and she'd wait all night on the couch for me. She'd yell at me for not replying to her texts or calling her back and I'd give her some douchebag comment before going to bed while she slept on the couch just to avoid me.

That cycle lasted for a month.

Then one day, I got a call from her cell phone during a meeting and got pissed off that she kept calling me even though she knew I'd be extra busy at work that day. I had to excuse myself and answer the phone just to find out she was in the hospital after getting hit by a car while she was walking on the street. I rushed to the hospital and the whole time my mind kept producing the same thought:

What if she isn't okay?

Thankfully, she was for the most part except for a broken leg and some other injuries. I lost my fucking mind that day and I straightened up. Fast.

No way was I ever going to let my wife's last thoughts be that I was an asshole to her the last time she saw me.

Soon, our marriage went back to normal (well normal for us anyway) and we were happy.

A year later, she got pregnant again.

We took extra precautions this time and I practically force fed her every day. She was feeling uneasy this time while I was the one who was excited. My mother was overjoyed once again and threw her a baby shower when Piper was seven months along, after Thalia gave birth to her second son, Liam.

Everyone was excited and happy for us.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

A child with Piper and I's genes? That would be one sexy baby.

We soon had our little blonde girl, Nora. I wasn't the same after her birth.

Being a father was the best thing that happened to Piper and I. Obviously we had to keep quiet during sex but that was kind of hot to be honest.

After three years, Piper popped out Eric, our second child, who Nora seemed to always want to hang out with until he reached that age when he became her annoying little brother.

Fights. Fights everywhere.

Piper and I agreed that we wouldn't have any more kids after that.

Ha, guess what.

We were wrong.

And it wasn't just one baby.

Fraternal twins.

Ashton and Kendall were born five years later, and we found out about the pregnancy on Eric's fifth birthday.

My dick has serious magic powers.

I obviously didn't feel upset or regretful about it. My kids were my world and I couldn't feel happier for anything else in the world.

Nora took care of them all more than I've ever seen a sibling take care of their other sibling. Hell, she was literally their second mother. Eric became the closest to her as they grew up and the twins were always in their own world. Piper and I seemed like we had the perfect life. And we did.

Happy ending?

No.

When Nora was sixteen, we found out she had leukemia.

And it was too late for her to be cured or put in chemotherapy.

Ten months later she died on Eric's fourteenth birthday.

Eric was crushed.

The twins were crushed.

Piper was a goddamn mess.

Me?

I had never cried harder in my life.

Nora was a beautiful, strong, intelligent and amazing young girl. I'm not saying this because I'm her father, I'm saying this because it's true. She had a future ahead of herself. She was supposed to graduate from high school, go to college, earn her degree and become a dermatologist like she had planned.

But plans never fucking work out.

Never.

I remember coming home later than usual, going to the bar more often, drinking whenever I felt upset, and distancing myself from my family more and more. I barely even looked at Piper anymore, and when I did, we fought.

A lot.

One day, I finally came to my senses when we had a big fight and she left the house with our kids. I went back and apologized and begged her to come back, promising I wouldn't be that guy again.

And I kept my promise.

Ethan had started to hang out with the wrong crowd and by the time he went to high school, he started drinking, partying, and skipping school more often. He lost his virginity, started ending up at the principal's office often, and started fighting random people. He took Nora's death hard and my son with that innocent and funny grin was gone and replaced by a hard, cold scowl.

He stayed that way for the rest of his high school years.

Soon, however, he met a girl. Jeanie. She was the typical smart, quiet girl who Eric couldn't stand before but soon grew to fall in love with her. She changed him and he started to smile again.

Piper was my constant in my life. And she still is. I honestly don't know what would have happened if I hadn't decided to annoy her that day in class.

I love her. More than anything.

Now about the happy endings.

Happy endings don't exist. Endings only happen at the end of forever, and I doubt that we're close to that.

Beginnings, however, occur all the time.

So yes, Piper and I never got our happy ending.

We instead got a happy beginning.

Many beginnings.

And I can't wait to see what comes next.

Happy 30th anniversary, Pipes.

Okay, honestly, this was an amazing journey tbh. I can never thank you guys enough for supporting me and criticizing to shape my writing to the way it hopefully becomes.

Mixed Feelings will always stay special to me, and I'm not gonna stop writing Jasper stories.

This took a REALLY long time, and I'm sorry for that, I wanted to write a perfect epilogue but I'm honestly still not satisfied.

But WHATEVER. Important thing is, I just want to say that you guys are the best and I don't deserve you I LOVE YOU ALL.

~maybeitslaiba~

PS... NEW JASPER STORY COMING SOON. Almost done with the 1st chapter :) It's going to be called "The Cute, Fake Couple"