Hi guys, I know it's been quite a while and I'm sorry. It's just that I never planned for this story to be more that a one-shot soooo I didn't really come up with any ideas to continue it.
But do not worry! I have decided to write you an epilogue filled with fluff to make you all feel better.
Enjoy!
20 years later.
"Hey, Kim!" Jack yelled from the kitchen. He was working on some new chicken soup that he thought his beautiful wife would like.
"I'm coming." The 36-year-old blonde answered from upstairs.
"Hurry up, Kimmy." He took out a bowl and began filling it with soup.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?" She replied exasperated.
A smile formed in his lips. He stopped what he was doing and gazed at his wife. She hasn't changed one bit. He thought.
"Oh, something smells delicious." She stated, taking out a spoon and trying the soup. "Mhm."
"You like?" Jack asked.
"Yes, but I think it's missing something."
Jack frowned. "Really? Because I added salt and pepper and-" Kim cut him off by kissing him.
"Mhm." She stated once they parted. "Much better." Jack smiled again.
"Daddy! Mommy!" A high-pitched voice called from the couch.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" Jack asked as he headed over there and picked his daughter up.
"Can I ask you guy something?" She asked in an adorable voice.
"Sure, honey." Kim replied from the kitchen. Man I hate being pregnant, she thought, why the hell do I gets all these cravings? She started searching for more food as Jack sat down his daughter in her seat. Where are those dammed poptarts?
"How did you guys get together?" Her little voice rung in her parent's ears.
Jack stared at his wife, she glanced back and smiled.
"Well, sweetheart, it all started with a game of dare or double dare."