Everything

Epilogue

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

Everything - Michael Buble

Here's the epilogue. That's it. It's over. I'm very thankful for all of those who stayed with me and this story. Thank you for all of the input and reviews. I loved writing this story and I hope you all loved reading it.

You never really know how your life is going to turn out until it actually happens. That's one of the many things Reid Garwin learned over the years. If his teenage-self saw him now, he would be so confused with himself. However, now, now was a lot different. Now Reid was a successful man of thirty-three with a wife and a baby. What more could he ask for?

"Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to help me with these boxes?" Reid turned around to face his wife with their five month old on her hip. "We have a lot of stuff to move in here."

"Of course I'm going to help out. What kind of man do you take me for?" he grinned. "I am just so glad we finally moved in. The place looks great doesn't it?"

"I agree," Hannah smiled. "What do you think, Ethan? Think you'll be having fun in this house?" The baby smiled, clapping his hands loudly. "I thought so."

Reid smiled at them both before following her back outside to the moving truck. One by one, they brought the boxes in, there were a lot more than he originally thought. Since when did they have this much stuff? This all didn't come from their apartment back in Springfield. There was no way. Someone had to have been playing them.

"That's the last of it," Hannah put the last box onto the floor. "It is going to take forever to unload all of these. Do you think we can take break? My arms hurt. Did we always have this much stuff?"

"That was exactly what I was thinking," Reid asked. "Ethan down for his nap? Good. Then by all means I think we deserve a break." Reid grabbed two glasses from the kitchen, the first box that was unpacked, and poured them both a drink. "It is a time to celebrate isn't it? How about a toast?"

"To what?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know. Moving in to our new house? That sounds good enough for me," he said, taking himself out onto the balcony facing the backyard. "I'm so glad we picked this one."

"We?" Hannah asked, coming up beside him. "I do believe I am the one who convinced you to pick this one, Mr. Garwin. You wanted to the house on Maplewood Drive."

"You convinced me good, Mrs. Garwin," he winked, sipping on his drink. "But you were right. This was the better choice. It also helped that it's not that far from the others."

"Now the next generation will be growing up together just like you did," Hannah smiled as she and Reid watched the sunset together. "Funny how that works out."

"Not really. It's almost like an unwritten law that the Sons have to grow up together," Reid explained. "I don't know why, they just do."

"Uh huh."

"How uh-how long do you think Ethan will be down for?" Reid asked.

"Not sure," she answered. "He's been on one crazy schedule. Why? What's on your mind?"

"Oh, I don't know," Reid placed his glass on the table, sliding his arms around Hannah's waist. "I mean we pretty much have an empty house. What do you say we-"

"Is that all you think about?" Hannah asked giggling as her husband's fingers made their way up her sides. "Do you really want to risk it?"

"What's there to risk? We have to break in the bed anyway. I say we break it in now," he said. "And I can tell you want to too. I can read you so well, baby."

"That's what you think," Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck. "If he wakes up I don't want to hear any bellyaching out of you."

"Oh, you can count on it," he smirked. "I can't help that I have a hot wife. The guys I work with are so jealous."

"You think you're such a smooth talker, don't you?" she asked, running her fingers through Reid's hair, massaging the base of his head. "What do you want?"

"You know exactly what I want," Reid moaned. "You should have been a massage therapist."

"You know all of the rumors surrounding that profession. There's no way I would want to get mixed into that."

"Then you can be my own personal one," he said. "I have this really bad kink in my back. I think you should fix me."

"Sorry about your luck, sweetheart," she said. "You might want to get someone to look at that. That's a sign you're getting old, you know."

"Take that back," Reid pushed her against the wall. "Take that back right now!"

"You aren't as young as you once were, that means you're old. Suck it up dear husband of mine."

"You are going to be in so much trouble," he said.

"So you say, but do you really mean that?" Hannah asked.

"You're cursing for a bruising, babe," Reid told her.

"What are you going to do about it?" Hannah challenged.

Quickly, Reid hoisted Hannah up into his arms, holding her tightly. Even after all these years, Reid still drove her crazy. She couldn't explain it. The same went for him. What she did to him, he had no idea, but it was fantastic.

They made it up the stairs in record time to their bedroom. Nothing was where it was supposed to be yet. Boxes were still all over the place. The only thing that was where it was in the right place; their brand new bed. That's all that mattered at the moment anyway.

Reid tossed her onto the bed unceremoniously and took off his shirt. Hannah pulled her husband by the belt loops of his jeans and onto the bed. She was going to enjoy this. She was going to enjoy this very much.

"It's been so long," Reid spoke, tugging Hannah's shirt up then tossing it onto the floor. "Way too long."

"You can blame your son for that," Hannah moaned once his lips attached themselves to her neck. "Hurry up."

"I don't think so," he continued onto her skirt. "I plan on making you suffer like you made me."

"It wasn't my fault," she moaned again, shivering at his touch. Her husband has amazing fingers. "Fuck me already."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he smirked, tossing the rest of her clothing onto the floor. "It's such a big turn on."

"You are way too dressed for this," Hannah said. "That's not fair."

"I'm not going for fair, sweetheart," Reid positioned himself at her entrance. She was already wet for him. Lovely.

Hannah groaned, gripping the sheets tightly when she felt him fill her up. Damn she missed this. When it came to their sex life, it was like they were back in college again. Age didn't change a thing. There were, however, other challenges that sometimes got in their way, and when that challenge began crying from the other room, Hannah couldn't hold in her laughter when it came to her husband's reaction.

"That kid is going to be the death of me, I swear," Reid exclaimed. "It's like he knows."

"You should have seen your face," Hannah slid out from underneath him. "Someone else is hungry."

"Get back here! I'm not finished with you yet."

"I can see that," she entered their son's room. "Ethan, you just love messing with your father don't you?"

The baby stopped screaming as soon as he felt another presence enter the room. That sneaky son of a gun. Hannah couldn't help but smile at him. He was just like his father, always wanting attention. Ethan gave her his wide smile when she picked him up and held him close.

"That sneaky bastard," she spun around to see Reid leaning against the doorframe. His sweatpants riding very low on his hips. "He did that on purpose. Just like the last time."

"Oh hush, he just wanted some attention," Hannah stroked Ethan's fine hair. "Isn't that right, baby?"

Ethan smiled again, nuzzling further into his mother's neck. Reid couldn't believe this.

"Ethan, you are in so much trouble," Reid took him from Hannah's arms. "Don't look at me like that, mister. Stop it! Ugh, he's like a puppy. How can I not love this face? I can't stay mad at you."

"It's because you can't."

"You owe me a rain check now, sweetheart," Reid told her. "By the way, Caleb wants us over at his place tonight. It's a 'welcome to the neighborhood party.' Everyone's going to be there."

"Why am I not surprised," Hannah asked, shaking her head. "I think we should empty some more boxes and call it a day."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Reid grinned, smiling down at his son. "I'll sort out some stuff in here. Do you want to take care of business in our room?"

"Sure," she said. "And make sure you actually do something in here too, I'll be watching."

"Of course you will."

Hannah entered their master bedroom and got to work at once, unloading the boxes that were scattered all around. This was going to take a lot longer than she thought, but she had to start somehow. Moments after she began organizing their things throughout the space, she heard Ethan's high-pitched laughter from across the hall. What was that husband of hers doing now?

Hannah got half way through the box before silently creeping to the doorway to spy on what her husband was doing with their son. Placing a hand over her heart, she smiled at what she had stumbled upon. Reid had told her before they decided to start trying for a baby that he was scared to death of being a father. When he was younger, he never pictured himself as being a father. He said that he was scared that he would screw up the child's life. As she watched the two most important men in her life; he was wrong. Dead wrong. Ethan loved his father. There was no denying it. Whenever they were in the same room with one another, Ethan would always want to be in his father's arms. Especially when he would toss him up into the air, catch him and snuggle him close to his chest. That was one of the things that caused him to burst into a fit of giggles.

Hannah had no idea how she got so lucky. She had a wonderful, loving husband, a beautiful baby boy. Her life was in, her world, perfect. Sure there were the occasional arguments, but so far, she and Reid would work them out within an hour or so. She would not change her life for anything. It might not have started out the way she wanted it to when she was younger, but it was well worth it in the end.