Oh goodness. The end is near. "Be still my bespectacled heart."~Penelope Garcia :D Enjoy guys! Especially Kyl8909 and CountryChic1! Just for ya ;D

Also, sorry for any mistakes. Shinji said he was feeling kind of sick so he apologizes for anything he missed.

Really quick, a guest reviewer said "she is Sanford's niece not cousin." Seeing that Derrica is the offspring of his AUNTY and UNCLEand NOT his brother or sister, I'm going to have to say she's his cousin.

EPILOGUE

A loud noise came from the room next door and Spencer groaned, rolling over to a spot that should have been warm. Instead, it was cold, and he opened his eyes to one of the most beautiful sights he would ever see in his entire life. His long time boyfriend, Darius, was walking into their room, holding the new addition to their family. Her five month old hands waved, smacking him in the face while he held her bottle up, feeding her. She turned her head, gurgling and spitting some of the formula onto the blanket he had wrapped her in. Spencer giggled and attention was drawn to him, pretty grey eyes wandering over his face and smooth, tan arms outstretched for him.

Darius rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed and handing Isabella to Spencer. He gladly took their daughter and nestled her against his chest, stroking a finger down her soft skin, her hand catching it and tugging on it. "Hello, precious. Are you not eating? How are we gonna fill that tummy if my little girl won't eat," He cooed, Darius laying back in the bed, a hand stroking lazily along Spencer's thigh. The brunette poked Darius, who then grabbed her burping cloth from the nightstand and threw it over Spencer's shoulder. Darius had wanted to start sitting her up so she could do it on her own, but Spencer just wanted to spoil his daughter.

She hiccupped, then burped, and Spencer smiled as he pulled the cloth away and there was nothing on it. He held her, cradled in his arms again, and began rocking, her eyes falling after the movement finally calmed her down. Spencer stood slowly, Darius' arm bracing his back, and took her to her room. Spencer had moved into Darius' apartment after only a year together, then the couple moved to a house three years after that. This house had four rooms, the master, the guest, the study, and Sanford's room. Isabella was in the study, and Spencer crept past her lightly sleeping brothers room to get to hers.

"She finally asleep again?" Darius asked, his eyes barely open when Spencer's lithe form was suddenly in the door frame.

The brunette smiled as he pulled back the covers on his boyfriends side and snuggled into his chest. "Yes. Now hold me so I can fall asleep faster."

Darius laughed, accommodating the mass in his arms, wrapping a leg over Spencer's thigh and tucking his chin onto the top of his head.

Three hours later they woke to a clattering sound in the kitchen. Their bodies were so tired, they hadn't moved at all during their slumber, at least not until Isabella screamed for someone to go and get her. Darius uncurled himself, kissing Spencer's hair swirl. "I got her, go stop Sanford from burning the house down… again," he joked, turning down the hall to the study. Spencer stretched, sitting up and yawning before standing. He tried to shake the mental picture of the stove fire Sanford had started last year and headed down the hall to the stairs.

Sanford's now dark brown hair was shoulder length, pulled into tight braids courtesy of Lauren. His mocha skin was visible in the short sleeve graphic-tee he was wearing, a pair of jeans that were actually belted covering a smaller version of his father's Timbs. He had an orange frying pan in his hand and Spencer yawned loudly so the sixteen year old knew he was in the room.

"Aw, Spencer, seriously? Like walking in on you guys wasn't enough, you have to wear his clothes everywhere." Sanford turned around, his bright green eyes holding a hint of brown, his sharp cheekbones pulled into a grin.

The brunette promptly blushed and scowled. "Maybe you should have knocked. Besides, I told you, it was your aunts fault. She was supposed to call before you guys got home."

Sanford scoffed, spraying the pan with nonstick. "Spencer, I know you're attached to these but seriously, we need new pots. The non-stick is coming off of these and I think that's why the fire alarm went off." He stuck the pan back on the burner, Spencer stepping into the kitchen in his Darius shirt and short combo.

"No, the fire alarm went off because you were talking to Maria and neglected the food which," He pointed to the pan while Sanford leafed through some papers in his backpack, and moved to it, throwing the already scrambled eggs in. "You're doing now."

Sanford mock glared, pulling out a paper from his bag. "Where's dad?"

"He's getting Isabella. You dropped the pan and woke her up." Spencer put a strand of his now shoulder length hair behind his ear. The last few months with his daughter hadn't been the best time to get it cut and he still hasn't gotten around to it.

"Oh, my bad. I'm in a rush. Aunty Lor's dropping Derrica off and I gotta drive her to school."

Spencer scrunched his eyebrows as he prodded at the eggs. "I'm sorry, you two were going to tell me when?"

Sanford was still working on de-wrinkling the paper in his hands against the table's edge. "Dad knows, he didn't tell you?"

Spencer scooped the eggs out and onto a plate the sixteen year old had pulled out for himself earlier. "No," he said, peeking at what his son was doing. "I told you that you always have to tell me where you're going when you take your car out, love." He set the pan on a cool burner and set the spatula on the side of the stove.

Sanford rolled his eyes as he sat down to eat his food. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Spencer, I know."

The brunette sighed, moving behind Sanford before placing his hands on either side of his head, and kissing the top of his skull. "I'm worried. I know that eighty percent of teen drivers are the reasons for accidents and I also know what a dark and cold place the world can be." Sanford paused in his bite as Spencer rubbed his cheeks with his thumbs, his fingers roving over Sanford's almost scruff. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost my favorite son."

The light mood was back and the teenager muffled an "Only son," with his chewing. Spencer let him go and grabbed the paper Sanford had laid out for him.

Isabella made her presence known, goo-ing at her older brother. He tugged her arm before returning to his meal, Darius' hand swooping over to pull on a handful of his son's braids. He was swatted and moved next to Spencer, kissing the man on his forehead. The ex-agent and now consultant tilted his head and turned the paper around so Darius could see it.

"Are you… interested in something like this?" Spencer's voice asked, shakily because he had experienced it, horrific memories surfacing.

Sanford finished his last bite, turning to face his fathers. He smiled at them, standing to place his plate and fork in the sink. "No," He said. "I'm not. I want to stay in the same grade as children my age. That's why it was all crumpled. I just need you guys to sign it, stating that you've seen it." He came over by them, playing with his baby sister's feet as he pointed out the dotted line where one of them signed to say 'We considered but we're denying.'

Spencer personally took up the duty of scrawling his chicken scratch across the page and passing it to Sanford.

Darius sighed, sitting in the chair and playing with his daughter, Sanford taking the paper from Spencer when the door bell rang. "I'll get it," The teen stated, running through their living room and to the door, where a chubby Derek/Lauren look-alike came running to her cousin's legs, and Lauren walked in, hugging her nephew.

Her belly was swollen with another child and she waddled to Spencer who greeted her happily. "Ugh, I feel like a whale!" She complained, hugging her brother and her newly gained niece.

"Are you kidding?" Spencer tugged on Derrica's hair and winked at her when she looked up at him in smiles. "You're glowing."

"Oh, please, I'm forty and having a child." She rolled her eyes as she bent to kiss Derrica on the forehead. "Good bye, honey, be good at school. I love you." She waved at her family and then was out of the door.

Sanford picked up his back back and threw it on, then scooped his cousin into his arms. He swung around, planting a kiss on Spencer's cheek and knocking his dad in the shin with his boot before blowing onto his sister's cheek and whirling out the door, car keys in hand. "Bye uncle Dairy-us, bye uncle Spencer!" A small echo called.

"I don't know why you were so keen on getting him a car," Darius commented, watching the dust settle after his tornado.

Spencer smirked and sat in the chair next to Darius. "He's sixteen, love, he's absolutely amazing in school and he's excelling socially in a good way." His voice took a more serious tone. "He's been consistent in taking his anticonvulsants." He paused and smiled soberly at Darius. "He's deserving."

The man nodded, his eyes full of pride in his family. "Here, babe," he said, handing Spencer Isabella. "I'll be home by four today, no later. Are you going to be okay, or should I call Anita to come in?"

Spencer pursed his mouth. Their nanny liked Darius. And he didn't like that. So, no. She would not be getting a call. He shook his head as Darius nodded, heading up the steps.

Isabella was blowing spit, her head bobbing as Spencer moved to the living room. He grabbed her baby doughnut and placed it on the floor next to him, setting her in it as he turned the TV on. She kicked her legs playfully, a wide smile on her face as she did so. He grabbed her outstretched arms, leaving the channel guide on, and she pulled herself up. Much to his glee apparently, as his voice raised and he called Darius.

The man came running down the stairs, a towel haphazardly around his waist, soaking wet.

"She sat up by herself!" Spencer's voice was clouded with joy and Darius chuckled, calming down and wrapping the towel properly. "Give it a month and she'll be crawling. Goodness, Darius, our precious little thing is growing."

Spencer's voice was quiet as he said those words and Darius' ears hurt to hear that tone. Isabella had been a seed from him, and Spencer's seed, their first attempt, resulted in a miscarriage. The traditional surrogate, who looked as much like the Orsafires as they could find, was willing to try again, but the brunette had lost all hope in himself. He asked Darius to do it, in tears and making his lover suffer. He tried to talk Spencer into doing it again, but was negated with "You've succeeded already," and "Better genes,". Eventually he relented, obviously, but it still hurt to know that Spencer was never going to try and give life, only raise it.

Darius bent down and kissed Spencer's honey tendrils, then went further and kissed his now sitting up daughter. He carried on back upstairs and by the time he was out of the door, Spencer was tugging on Isabella's legs while she was lying on the blanket, her back on the floor, his long, elegant legs spread around her and a giant grin on his face as he murmured baby talk to her.

DOSR

It was four-fifteen p.m. when Darius walked through the door, setting Spencer's tattered messenger bag down that he used when Spencer wasn't consulting. The brunette was in the kitchen with Sanford, who was on the phone with his mother. Isabella was lying in her playpen, a giant teething ring in her hands, a tiny white gleam at the corner of her mouth as she tried to ease the pain.

"I didn't even notice," Darius exclaimed, poking Sanford in the forehead and bending down to watch his daughter through the screening.

Spencer smiled as he dried his hands. "Neither did I. Not until JJ pointed it out this afternoon." He tucked the cloth in the oven handle when Darius stood and bombarded the side of his face with kisses. "She ran home and found this," He indicated the ring as Darius planted another on his chin. "I boiled it a few times and let her go at it. Maybe this is why she's so fussy at night. She was chewing on the nipples but she wasn't hungry."

"Little mama's getting her teeth in, huh?" He directed at her. His eyes turned to Spencer and he smirked down at him. "Now that that's figured out…" Darius tucked a hand on Spencer's back, the other running through his long locks. "Are we still on for tonight?"

Spencer looked down at Sanford, who smiled and nodded, pushing a hand motion saying 'Go ahead, I got this' and laughing into the phone as his mother said something to him. The brunette nodded into the curve of Darius' neck and kissed his Adam's apple before pulling away. "I'll get ready in the guest room and meet you down here in twenty?"

The younger man nodded, squeezing Spencer's arms before pulling all the way from him. "Twenty minutes."

Both men went up the stairs, heading in different directions. Twenty minutes later, low and behold, they were standing in the hallway, Isabella was on her brother's hip, reaching for her lighter daddy. "Spencer, if you don't leave the house now, she's going to grow unusually attached. She'll be co-dependent on you for the rest of your and her life and dad's going to be miserable." Sanford was grinning at the reluctant look on Spencer's face, and the desperate one one his other father's. "I promise I'm fine. If I need help I'll call you." He almost choked on the lie, Darius had told him to call Anita for any problems.

"O-okay. Just remember not to leave her in her crib for so long. Maybe you should sleep with her tonight. Don't let her diap-"

"Spencer, do you trust our son or not?"

The brunette almost scoffed, waving a hand in dismissal. "Of course."

Darius pulled him out of the door and Sanford stood, ready to close it. "Then we're good to go. Love you, guys, be good." He pulled Spencer to their truck, who was still trying to wave at the receding form of his kids. Once they were in the car and down the road, the man seemed to calm a little, though his hands were still fidgeting.

"Babe, they're fine."

Spencer sighed, staring out of the windshield. "I know, I do. It's just the first time I'll be spending more than a couple of hours away from her."

Darius chuckled, bringing a hand over Spencer's head rest and rubbing the back of his neck comfortingly. "And she's in wonderful hands. Tonight, after your hair cut, we get to relax and go all out."

Pale cheeks turned red at the sound of Darius' voice dropping but he remained calm, his mind suddenly thinking about how exactly they could go all out.

Over the four years they had lived in that neighborhood, the couple had developed a taste for Korean food. The restaurant was lively, full of fast talking patrons and quick moving servers. It was large, about the length of half of a football field, and they were seated at their regular table.

"You never get anything new," Spencer teased, staring at Darius' bulgogi.

"Oh, you've got that department covered," Darius returned, wincing at Spencer's haemultang. "Next you'll be eating live octopus. Or even dog." He stuck a piece in his mouth and took a sip of his water.

Spencer squinted, plopping a raw shrimp into the soup. "I have not, nor will I ever try Sannakji. Do you have any idea how many people die from not properly chewing the tentacles? I'm too afraid to have anything live slithering down my throat. Raw, yes. Live? No."

Spencer missed Darius' dark gaze as he pulled another piece of meat into his cheek. "Nothing live, huh?" He questioned, his mouth pulling into a teasing line.

"Nothing live." Spencer dropped another in, carefully spacing them so they'd cook properly, oblivious to the undertones of the statement. "And bosintang? Never." Spencer actually made a face, something he considered rude when talking about food. "That is utterly disgusting. Not only is it painful to think about, it makes me physically sick."

Darius jerked an eyebrow up, swallowing before grabbing another forkful. "Bosintang?" He asked.

"Dog meat." Spencer clarified, pushing his shrimp around in his soup.

"Oh, gross! I was kidding!" Darius pouted, pushing his plate away. "There's a name for it. Augh, nasty."

Spencer giggled, poking his last shrimp and popping it in his mouth. "Yes. It's the fourth most common meat in eastern Asia."

"Aw, babe, you made me lose my appetite!"

The brunette rolled his eyes as his boyfriend stared at his plate, contemplating. "Like I haven't talked about worse. Remember when you had asked me about the case in-"

"Yep." Darius replied quickly, holding a hand up in surrender. "Okay, time to wrap up. The movie starts in about forty-five and I think I need to sit and think about life before watching it."

Spencer laughed as he called their waiter over and asked for boxes. "You're so overdramatic."

"And it's why you love me, right, Doc?"

Spencer shook his head with a smile on his face as Darius placed the hand he had on top of the table into his. "Probably," He finally replied.

DOSR

Darius grabbed the hotel room keys that were presented to him, handing the spare to Spencer. The elevator ride was short, uneventful and completely mundane. It wouldn't have been though, if the old couple that had gotten in behind them wasn't there.

Heat trickled up Spencer's spine as he felt Darius' eyes roaming over his body. Each second that passed where they weren't touching, was another second Spencer wished would be over with. Their floor came and Darius was the first out, Spencer behind him as he smiled to the older couple. His smile faltered as they reached their hotel door, his mind flicking back to what had him so hot in the first place.

The movie was intriguing enough to sit and watch, but not enough for Darius' hands to stay still. Their linked hands had stayed together most of the movie, until an impatient black man decided now was the time for his treat. His fingers loosened and Spencer found his folded right thigh being pushed off of his left thigh, a single finger caressing the outline of his previously flaccid penis. The first thing he felt was panic. There was someone sitting three seats away from him. The second thing he felt was his right leg voluntarily placing his foot against the seat in front of him, hiding anything visible on that side. Next, of course, was his heart thudding and his mouth opening as a single finger turned into a palm and he opened his legs just a little to accommodate said palm.

From his peripheral vision, he could see a smirk on his boyfriend's face as an explosion lit the theater for approximately two seconds. His breath came out suddenly, as the palming on his crotch slowed, fingers cupped and, starting from the v-line on his slacks, slid their way up to his zipper and button. He found that his hands had taken over, pulling the zipper down and his button open as a darker hand reached into them, sliding over his boxer briefs teasingly. He winced and saw a head turning in his direction, immediately trying to pull a straight face, falling faster than a house of cards in a tough wind as soon as the head turned away.

The hand was gone and Spencer let his leg come down, flushed and hot from the bother his partner left him with. He fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to calm himself down. The credits were rolling and Darius was standing when he finally had the courage to open his mouth, the fear of a moan escaping dwindling. "So we've regressed to a couple of teenagers," he ground out.

The darker man smirked and brought his hands over his head to stretch. "Just keeping you young and on your toes, old man."

Spencer stuck his tongue out subtly, pulling it back in as soon as it came out. He stood, adjusting his pants so they wouldn't show the chubby he was now sporting.

The hotel door was open, closed, food put away, and they had been in the same room for more than five minutes. What Spencer couldn't understand was why Darius was chilling on the bed, his ankles crossed, the remote in his hand, the other resting on his chest. Hadn't he responded positively in the dark room? Wasn't that a sign that he wanted to continue?

Then it hit him. This was one of those times Darius had decided to spice up their love life. He rolled his eyes and sat at the foot of the bed, crossing his hands in his lap.

"And what game are we playing today?" He asked, his voice nonchalant.

Darius pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. "I'm not sure yet. I'm still trying to think." He tossed the remote onto the side table, sitting up. "All I know is that I want to do you from behind."

Spencer's cheeks heated, but he kept his cool, pretending that was something he heard every day of his life. His preferred position was laying on his back, able to pull Darius down for any kisses he felt he needed. He'd never admit it out loud, but the feeling of tongue against tongue was a favorite in the genius' book.

Darius never complained but obviously he wanted something else today. His hands glided around Spencer's slim shoulders, ghosting over his shoulder blades and to his lower back, playing with the hem of his shirt. He whispered against his lovers back, his lips teasing in their wake. "No games tonight, this position is perfect."

Spencer was pushed to the edge of the bed, his shirt ripped from his body, and a clothed chest nestled against his scapulae. He sat with his legs wide open, his ass on the edge, his hands tightening their grip on his thighs as he moaned from the effort being displayed by his lover on his neck.

Darius' hands played with the naked flesh, his fingers tracing every outline of Spencer's stomach before finally resting on the waist of his pants. He flicked the button open, pulled the zipper down, and stuck his hand directly onto flesh, forgoing the underwear completely. Darius' legs were now spread on either side of his lover, his left hand perched on Spencer's ribs, his right massaging the organ males frequently thought with.

"Hahn," Spencer whimpered, his mouth missing the feel of Darius' tongue. He tried to lean back, to turn his head and capture Darius' mouth, but he was stopped by a sweating forehead against his cheek that pushed him back into place. "Stand up, baby," Darius coaxed. Spencer shakily stood, only enough to pull his pants down to his knees. "All the way," Darius' whisper was cloying and quickly taking over all noise in the room, including the television. He just wanted to relax into the touch but he was forced to give in to Darius' command.

Spencer's pants were now discarded, leaving him completely naked, -save for the silver necklace commemorating their seventh anniversary last year- which he thought unfair since Darius was still fully clothed. His thighs had been lifted over Darius' and now he felt completely exposed, yet even hotter. Chocolate hands smoothed the crease between his thighs and crotch, moving just under his balls and coming back. He twitched at the touch, taking in a silent breath. A wet line was licked from the middle of his shoulder blades to just under his chin, his head falling back and to the side, allowing access.

Darius brought his hand lower, falling over Spencer's ring of muscle, the one he knew every nook and cranny of. His other hand stopped playing with the pale slit dripping precum and reached into his own pocket with much effort. Out came a thin, small tube of lubricant. His teeth bit down on Spencer's neck, causing the brunette to moan, a sultry sound that could have disturbed their neighboring occupants.

Darius had bit only to distract from the fact that he was unzipping his pants. His fingers rimmed the line of muscle before invading it, a softness there that hadn't been, their first time. Spencer had grown used to Darius' almost abnormal size and it was snug, just the way they liked it. Their need for condoms dwindled, where eventually they had stopped purchasing them altogether, their experience with sexual aftercare masterful. When Spencer was loosened, his hands gripping the sheet on either side of them tightly, the balls of his feet perched on the floor, Darius lifted him, enough to impale him.

"It's d-deep," Spencer keened, his feet bouncing in the rhythm Darius was dishing.

"Back is better," Darius teased, his voice breathy from his thrusting actions. His whole lower body was moving, his feet planted and arms tense on Spencer's hips.

The brunette growled from deep in his throat, his body coming up, then back, down, forward, up again, back and down, forward, repeating and hastening as their breathe came out in short, loud huffs. Spencer's hands were tugging on his buds, pinching as the thrusting continued.

"I-I'm!" Spencer tried to warn, but his voice gave out and his body spasmed, channel tightening as he came. Milky strands shot onto the hotel carpet, a minute, scattered puddle falling in front of his opened legs. His body shook as Darius kept going, letting Spencer ride out his orgasm efficiently. He pulled out right on time, teeming as soon as his head was free from the moist and soft passage. It landed on Spencer's spine, his cheeks, and a little on Darius' thumb, his hands still holding onto Spencer's hips.

Spencer sighed as he was pulled back onto the bed, side by side on their backs. He rolled so that his head was on Darius' clothed chest, scrunching his nose as he did so. "It's not fair, you know," He started.

"What isn't?" Darius questioned, not embarrassed at all by the softening member sticking out of his zipper.

"I didn't get to touch you or kiss you or anything tonight, Darius." He looked through his lashes at his long time lover. "Can we do it again, my way?"

Darius was silent as he ran a hand idly through the new haircut, his fingers catching on curls. "Of course, baby," he finally said, a smile on his face as he looked down at the puppy eyed doctor.

Darius' eyelids turned a dark red and he knew the sun was up. This meant that they had to get home, because otherwise, Spencer would panic. The only problem was, Spencer was already standing at the hotel door, carefully opening it.

"Whachya doin'?" Darius' voice was soft and sing-songy.

Spencer jumped, turning around slowly. "I, uh, woke up before you."

Darius sat up, stretching. "Right…" His voice was full of suspicion. "And?"

Spencer took his hand off the knob and the door closed, his eyes guiltily shifting around the room. "I was going to head home first, you know, to check… on… our…babies…" His voice trailed off as a curt glare came from Darius, who had moved to slip his pants on.

"And you were planning on leaving me… here… with no car."

"No!" Spencer stated, both hands hugging his body, the glint of silver shining behind his right fingers. "…I called a taxi for you."

"Oh lord!" Darius groaned, tucking his shirt in. "Seriously, Spencer? You are that worried about them? Sanford is highly capable of taking care of Isabella."

Spencer frowned. "I know," He said, watching Darius lace his boots. "I'm still worried. She's my daughter, and he's my son, what do you expect?"

Darius twitched as he tied the last knot. "Are you implying I don't care about our kids?"

Spencer's eyes widened and he shook his head, his hands following suit. "No, God, no! Darius," He almost whined, "That's not what I meant! I just… She's my… first."

The younger man almost smacked himself upside the head. Of course. Spencer had lost his first baby, the second one not of his flesh but of flesh he loved. Concern was greater. Inexperienced with a baby so young, aching to put life on earth but so afraid, settling to raise instead. He felt like an idiot. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I'm sorry." He had stood and walked to his lover, checking for his wallet and the room keys on the way. He hugged his lover to his chest, both arms engulfing the shorter man.

When they pulled away, Spencer brought a hand up, his index and middle fingers brushing against Darius' temple, then his cheek and finally his chin. He smiled lightly and kissed the man on his lips, stroking with his tongue until he was let in. His arms wrapped around Darius' neck and they stayed like that, tongues reevaluating each other, for a few minutes. When Spencer pulled away to gasp in air, Darius rested their foreheads together before kissing Spencer's. "I love you," He whispered.

"I love you, too."

Darius smiled and let Spencer go. "You can head to the car. I'll grab the food and check us out." The brunette nodded and left the room, Darius soon to follow.

The house was quiet as they stepped inside, Spencer's shoes were off as soon as the door closed. He took the stairs two at a time and crept to Sanford's room. It was empty and he moved to Isabella's, expecting them to be there. Panic set in when they weren't and he whirled around to Darius who shushed him quickly with a finger to his lips and pointed to their room.

Sanford had barricaded Darius' side with pillows so Isabella wouldn't roll off. He was on Spencer's side, sprawled on his back and lightly snoring. Their five month old was laying across the bed, her head almost in her brother's arm pit and her tiny feet, stuffed in booties, were curled under her bum, her knees under her stomach. Spencer leaned against the door frame and drank in the scene, his mind at peace. Darius came behind him, kissing the space between his shoulder and neck, then rubbing small circles on it, smiling as he took in the perfect picture in front of him. Spencer's family had grown, first by two beautiful entities he had never thought would come into his life, then by a gorgeous, grey eyed, curly haired girl he knew he would spoil.

He was still happy. So, so happy.

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed! The scene was me this time, I tried a different style.

This was the last chapter. I'm crying! It's over.. I'm not sure whether I'm happy or sad. Anyway, thank you guys so much for sticking with me this long! I am so grateful! All of the alerts and reviews and favorites and gosh I don't know what else to say! You guys motivated me to keep going so I did!

Shinji wishes to extend his gratitude, hoping "that even though you didn't like my sex scene, you appreciated my editing!" I think he's purposely trying to make you feel guilty, don't even worry about it! ...He's going to chew me out for that lol. Ta for now but hope to see you in the future!