Epilogue: Sweetest Love – Robin Thicke
'Why do people smile when no ones smiling?
It's 'cause their thinking of someone they're loving.
Keep on believing we are meant to be, and
nothing's stopping you and me from going to heaven.
Sweetest love.
I got the sweetest love. There ain't nothing sweeter.
I got the sweetest love, ain't nothing beat it,
there ain't nothing sweeter.'
"I don't want to wear this dress…or any other dress," you hear your soulmate moan.
You turn around and see Amy and her mini-me, Spencer standing there, both with their arms crossed and signature pouts in place.
You admire the sundresses they're both wearing with slightly different designs and smile. They look so cute, so beautiful and you feel so full, so happy. The past twelve years have been the best of your life. There's been arguments, tears, heartache but you're still here, you're still together.
Your little family of three.
"Well, if you'd have both gone shopping with me then you could have picked what to wear but you didn't." The both moan and your heart melts a little. They're so alike, even though you didn't adopt Spencer until she was two and she's only six now.
"I love you, Karms but there's nothing worse than shopping with you. For food or for clothes."
"Yup," Spence says, nodding her head decisively once. You try to hold back the smile that's threatening to escape and cross your arms, forcing yourself to look stern.
"Well, stop complaining then. And stop tugging at your dresses." Amy rolls her eyes and Spencer pouts even more.
You remember the first time you saw Amy with her. Despite the brown eyes, the black curly hair, the skin that's a few shades darker than you both, Spencer still looked-still looks just like Amy to you. Their open, honest eyes, their temperaments, everything about them just seems to echo one another and you fell in love, instantly.
You saw all that Spencer was as she curled herself around Amy and tucked her head under Amy's chin, your favourite place to be. You saw Amy's child, your child and you knew, you knew you'd found your baby that you didn't even know you were missing.
It'd taken you and Amy a long time to agree, to be ready for children. You remember the first argument and how Amy refused to even talk about kids. You remember storming out, knowing Amy was far too tired from working her shift at the hospital and finding yourself on Reagan's sofa. Sweet, sweet Reagan who tore Amy a new one the next morning and who's stuck by you both, despite all that happened when you were kids.
"C'mon, we'll be late. Hurry up," you say, holding the door open for them to walk through. They both begin to comply, frowns in place. Spencer runs to the car and Amy drags her feet. You grab her arm just as she passes the door. She turns around. "You look beautiful, princess." You kiss her and feel her relax into you. You both pull back a second, foreheads resting against each other.
"So do you. God, you look stunning." She kisses you again before pulling back and admiring the snug little blue number you put on just for her.
"Thank you," you say, blushing a little as her eyes look you up and down and turn a few shades darker than usual.
"C'mon, we'll be late. Hurry, Mommy's." You laugh and Amy rolls her eyes.
"She takes after you," Amy says and you take a deep breath, soaking in the happiness of your two girls. You entwine your fingers with Amy's, tugging her towards the car.
Amy's driving, you're in the passenger's seat, admiring the house, the home you built together as you pull away.
"What does 'gagement mean, Mama?"
"Engagement, Sweetie. Aunty Cait and Uncle Ol are gonna get married," Amy says. You just sit in silence and watch them. You catch sight of Spencer's frown as you turn around and smile.
"Why they doing that?"
"Because that's what people do when they love each other."
"How come you and Mommy aren't married?"
"One day, baby, we will be," you say, touching Amy's arm, lightly and rubbing it with your thumb. She hums in response and carries on driving. You turn around and smile at Spencer. "I promise, one day we will be."
"Will Aunt Reagan and Meghan be there?"
"Yeah," Amy says. Spencer cheers in response.
"Can I play outside with them?"
"Yes."
"No," you say at the same time as Amy. "You'll get your dress dirty."
"Karms, she's a little girl."
"Yeah, but—"
"Please, Mommy?" You catch sight of her once again and you know it's a mistake. Those big brown eyes, the lower lip that pokes out, the sad little look on her face breaks you and all three of you know that's she's winning this fight.
"Fine." You sigh. "But please, please at least try not to get too dirty, okay?"
"Okay. Mommy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too. And I love you," you say, turning to face Amy. You lean over and peck Amy on the cheek.
"And I love my girls now come on, you big softies, let's get in the party mood for Aunt Cait and Uncle Ol."
"Yeah," Spencer cheers and you chuckle softly under your breath.
A/N: And so it's over. This is the longest thing I've ever finished! Wahoo! Thanks for sticking with me, guys. I might make some edits/correct some mistakes in the next week or so but otherwise, this is finished with…unless I write a one shot or something in the world of this AU.
I'm going to start work on a new story, I think, in the next few weeks – another AU with Karmy in it. I probably won't post until a few chapters are finished of it, though. I'll also be going back over my other Karmy story to make some edits and finish it properly, like it deserves to be.
I really hope you enjoy this chapter, that you've enjoyed the story and I haven't let you down. Like I've said before, I'm not usually a prose writer so this was a challenge to write and complete. I just hope I did it justice for all of you.
HUGE thanks to everyone that's commented and favourited and things. I really appreciate all of you! Especially the likes of: Deezy2016, .98. Andrewfanofakinit, kenfromnhus, narutofan96sasuke, Ansacht, Madison8897, Sammycakezz, Pixie1913 and everybody else who leaves consistent or detailed comments and feedback for me.
It was a fun ride and thanks for sticking with me!
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