The Story Of Us

Epilogue

Epilogue

Selena’s POV:

“He huffed and he puffed but he couldn’t blow the house down.” I read aloud.

“Why not?”

“Because the third piggy’s house is made out of brick.” I said.

“Oh. Read it again please.” Kaylie pouted.

“I don’t think so missy. It’s your bed time.” I said sternly tucking the 4 year old in to bed.

“But mommy.” She pouted.

“No buts, now bed time. Mommy has class in the morning.” I smiled.

“That means Auntie Layne is watching me?” Kaylie asked excitedly.

“Yes it does!” I smiled kissing her forehead. “Now go to bed young lady.”

I made sure my four-year-old daughter was tucked nicely in bed before I got up and walked to her door. As I was about to turn out her light, she asked me a question that I get from her often.

“Mommy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Is my daddy ever going to come visit me?” She asked.

“Kaylie babe,” I sighed walking over to her, “you know I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re daddy doesn’t know about you.” I said tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Will he ever know about me?”

“I don’t know sweetie.” I said truthfully. “Now bed for real this time.” I said kissing her once more, then turned off her lights and closed her door leaving it cracked.

I walked to my room and got in my bed that was in my mom’s friend’s house.

If you all are confused let me explain the situation.

After Justin left for St. Louis I went home and cried myself to sleep that night. The real thing I needed to tell him—was not that I love him and I was going to miss him—but I was pregnant—with his baby.

After analyzing and arguing with myself that Justin and I used protection every time we did it, I realized that we didn’t when I caved in to our bet that night of his 18th birthday, and that morning after his birthday.

I told my parents and they were kind of upset, but they supported me throughout and even my friends and Tori did.

I planned on telling Justin somehow through Skype—but he was always busy with his school work. When he finally made time to Skype with me and just as I was about to tell him—I saw something that broke my heart in a million pieces.

Another girl.

She was blonde. Her name was Sasha. He had met her while at the business program.

Justin classified them as ‘just friends’ but I could tell they were more than that, just by the body language, and how she would ‘talk’ to him. So I let him go. I didn’t tell him. I knew I should have, but I didn’t.

That’s when I found out I was accepted in University Of Rochester. So I took it. Fortunately my mom had a friend named Layne who lived in New York and let me stay with her—since I was pregnant, and my mom didn’t want me living in a dorm room or alone. I was thankful for Layne because without her, I don’t know how I would have made it.

Also after I was accepted and moved, I changed all my contact info. My email, phone number, I deactivated my Skype. Mainly all things so Justin couldn’t find me.

Now the only people I still talk to from high school is Demi. She has and will always be by my side.

Oh, and I also talk to Tori also. Her son, George, is also 4, just a few months older than Kaylie.

Everyday it hurts me knowing I’ve never told Justin that he has a daughter, and it hurts me even more when Kaylie ask if she’ll ever get to see her dad.

I worked all day at school, and worked part time at night at a coffee shop, hardly getting to spend time with my own daughter. The moments I get to spend time with her I cherish every second of it.

I cried myself to sleep that night, like I do every other night.

Justin’s POV:

“Justin, baby, are you coming to bed?” Sasha, my girlfriend of 4 years yelled.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there!” I yelled back.

I walked out of our bathroom and into our bedroom that were full with boxes.

“Are you excited to be going back home to Florida tomorrow and open up your new business?” She smiled as I laid down.

“Of course Hun!” I said giving her a quick peck on the lips. “And I’m even more excited to be taking you with me.”

“You know, I’ll go wherever you go.” She smiled. “Goodnight Justin.”

“Night.” I said giving her one last kiss before I turned off the bedside lamp and laid completely down. Soon Sasha was in a deep sleep but I stayed up thinking like I did every night.

Thinking about Selena.

How she was doing.

I haven’t spoken to her in 4 years and it drives me crazy.

I miss her lips, her smile, her laugh, her everything.

But I should get over her right? Because I bet she has gotten over me.

I mean why else would she change her number, and any other way of me contacting her?

I sighed shaking my thoughts before I fell in a deep sleep, and like always dreaming about Selena.

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A/N: DONT KILL ME! YES THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL! I will post "The Story Of Us" sequel AFTER I posted and finished Falling For The Enemy's sequel! YES FFTE is back like I said ! I love you guys, and I'm so glad you all loved this story. Love you all xoxo