Here it is you guys, the final chapter of 'Not His Type,' I hope you like it.
"And that my dear children, is how your daddy and I finally got together." I said, my voice lowered to a whisper. I bent my head and kissed the forehead of the nearest little body on the bed next to me.
"They asleep yet?" I heard Nick say, drawing my attention to him. I looked up to see him leaning against the open doorway, his arms crossed, and a wide smile on his gorgeous face. Ten years had just made his face more rugged and small laughlines on the edges of his eyes.
I smiled up at him, leaning back on the bed. The thick comforter under my hands was incredibly soft to the touch, but not nearly as warm and inviting as Nick's gaze on me. I slowly climbed off the bed and onto my feet, smoothing down my scarlet, shimmering dress.
"Don't you look stunning, Mr. Stokes." I told him as I walked into his arms.
He kissed me slowly as his arms folded around me. "And you look gorgeous, as usual, Mrs. Stokes." He watched me for a moment, smiling. "Hard to believe it's been ten years, isn't is Sara?"
I smiled up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Ten years since that dinner Cath and Rick tricked us into, and in one more week it'll be ten years that we've been married."
We both turned to look at the bed in the middle of the room, silently watching its occupants. Although there was a set of bunkbeds and one larger bed, the larger bed was a mass of tiny bodies.
Caiti, age nine, was curled up in the middle, her long dark brown almost black hair flowed river straight and surrounded her like a cloak. Lying on one side was her little brother James, aged seven. His short light brown hair was short and stuck up at odd angles, and he was the spitting image of his father. On her other side was her little sister Ally, just four years old, with her short brown hair pulled into her usual adorable pigtails.
Nick placed his hand around her waist, coming to rest on her softly swollen belly where their fourth and (Sara said) final child lay asleep, growing, inside. His grin threatened to split his face in two.
"You ready to go to dinner Beautiful?"
She laughed and kissed him again. "Got it in one Nicky."
I know it's kind of a hokey way to finish up this story, but I'd just seen Arabian Nights and it always was my favorite part that the whole thing was a story to her children.
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-transgenic-girl
p.s. I'm thinking of writing the side story of Warrick and Catherine, it won't be too long, but just short and sweet. Suggested by Peatrie. What do you think?
