9 years later…

"And they all lived happily ever after…"

I'm in the park reading Snow White for the nth time to two little blondes. Sophia, who's almost six, is resting her head on my lap while Francheska, who's turning seven, is leaning against my arm.

"Why is mom not here yet?" Francheska asks me as she sits up while yawning.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to show up soon, Chesky," I reply as I kiss her forehead.

"Hey, San!" An approaching blonde shouts at me.

"Mommy!" Francheska stands up, runs to her mom, and hugs her tight.

I nudge Sophia awake and point at Brittany when she gives me a questioning look.

"Hey, S. We really need to get going now." Brittany places a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you."

"No big deal, Britts. I've been doing this for the past six years!"

Brittany gives me a wide smile. "See you later?"

"Definitely."

Brittany stoops down to place a kiss on Sophia's forehead and whispers, "Sleep well, love." She gives me a final wave, then turns to leave.

As Brittany walks away, I smile as I realize that I've made the right decision.

I nudge Sophia again, harder this time.

"Come on, Sophie. Let's go home."

Finally, she sits up and rubs her eyes. I stand up and reach out my hand for her to grab.

"Fine, mami." She shakes her head at my outstretched arm and holds out both of her arms.

I sigh and carry her. "You've gotten really heavy, you know that, hija?"

I feel her nod against my neck. "But mommy is a lot heavier than me and you always carry her to your room."

"Touche."

I struggle as I open the door of my car while carrying my daughter. I lay her down in the passenger seat and made my way to the driver's seat. I grin as I look at Sophia who still has her eyes closed.

"You're so cute, Sleepy-head," I tell her, kissing her on the forehead.

"You're lying," she mumbles.

"What?"

"You always get upset whenever mommy is sleepy. You always wake her up with kisses and tell her she can't sleep because you both got something to do. I even hear you shouting at mommy late at night."

"Huh? I do?"

"Uh-huh. I hear you almost every night. You're always screaming mommy's name, to wake her up, I guess. Why can't you just let her sleep?"

I blush as I realize what she's talking about. "Oh… Oh! I—I wasn't… I… We've got work to do, honey. I've got to keep her up!"

"Huh? But doesn't mommy work during the day? And besides, I know she always gets angry whenever you keep her from sleeping. I always hear her shout your name back at you at night."

I slap my palm against my face. "Oh, God. You can hear us?"

Sophia nods. "Mmm-hmm. Your screaming wakes me up almost every night. I really hope you'll stop fighting, mami."

I can't help but laugh. "Don't worry, baby. Your mommy and I never fight."

"But… Why are you—"

"Shh, baby. Just sleep. Ask your mommy about that later." I think I'll leave the duty to explain to my wife.

"Baby, we're home!" I scream as I open the door to our house. I get no response and find my wife sleeping on the couch.

Sophia runs towards her and shakes her arm. "Mommy, mommy, wake up before mami shouts at you!"

I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from laughing as I kiss my wife on the lips. "Yeah, babe. We have some work to do."

Her eyes flutter and she smiles when she sees me. "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing." I kiss her lips again, and she sits up. Sophia kisses her mom on the cheek, and leans against her.

"How's your day?"

"Pretty great. Nothing interesting happening in the firm, though. You?"

"What do you think? Just another day with a pen and sheets of paper."

"Progress?"

"Halfway through."

"You've still got 8 months before your deadline, right?"

"Mmm-hmm. Why? Don't you want me to finish the book earlier so I could spend some time to work with you instead?" My wife winks at me.

"What do you think?" I giggle and kiss her lips again. "You're so damn cute, Q."

Quinn smirks. "Wow. That's new. You always tell me I'm hot, instead."

"I didn't say you aren't." I give her a suggestive look and she places a hand behind my neck and pulls me in.

I was about to deepen the kiss when a small voice interrupts us. "You're not going to fight later, are you?"

Quinn pulls away and gives Sophia and I a questioning look. "What is she talking about?"

"We're just too loud, Q. She thinks we're fighting because she hears us screaming at each other every night."

Quinn's face turns red. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her to ask you."

Quinn bites her lip as she turns to Sophie who looks like she's still waiting for an explanation. "I…"

"She'll explain later when you change into your pj's, okay, Sophie?" I try to help Q out and kiss Sophia on the cheek.

She shrugs. "Okay, then… Will you make me bacon for dinner?" She looks up at Quinn with pleading eyes.

I smack Quinn on the arm.

Quinn turns to me with wide eyes. "What?"

"You turned our daughter into a mini you!"

"And you don't love it?" Q sticks out her tongue.

"Mmfff. Fine."

"Yes, I will, baby," she turns back to our child. "Now, go change." Sophia stands up and runs up to her room.

I didn't realize I was staring at Quinn until she interrupts my thoughts. "You're really creepy, you know that, S?"

"Huh? What?"

"You're just staring at me with a goofy smile. It's weird."

"I'm just… happy, Q."

Quinn raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure I could make you a lot happier than that." Quinn gives me a wink, gives me a chaste kiss, and stands up.

As I watch her sway her hips while walking up the stairs, I know I've made the right decision.

I'm glad I've moved on.

Guess that's the end, guys. *sniff* What do you think?

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