In Love With a Mute

Epilouge (as promised)

3rd person (what? Maya you're writing in third person? Who are you?)

19 years later... (sue me I'm using Harry Potter reference)

Zach and Jack had graduated many years ago but still act as if they were in there earlier years. To be fair, they are only in their late thirties with three children but it doesn't mean they can't have fun.

Bela runs around the house, chasing her younger sister, Dawn, while Jack breaks into a small laughter.

Zach trudges into the room, whispering sweet nothings at the young child in his hands.

"How's our baby boy doing?" Jack asks, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Amazing for a 6 month year old," Zach responds, sitting on the couch and slowly putting him in his bassinet.

"How did we get so lucky?" Zach asks, shifting so he's facing towards Jack, who was now grabbing Dawn and Bela.

"I don't know. But all I know is that you girlies need to take a nap," He smiles, crinkles forming around his eyes.

"I don't wanna!" Bela shouts in a playful tone.

"You need to, hunny. You need your strength so you can chase your sister later," Jack whispers, a fit of giggles coming from the both of them. Bela has just turned 3 a month ago and learned how to speak quickly. Dawn, on the other hand, was about 16 months and could only say some words. (Dada was her first). "I'll be right back, Zachy," Jack winks, walking towards the girls bedrooms.

"Why does he still call me that?" Zach mumbles, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and taking a large gulp from it. Zach looked around his home, toys every where but it was perfect. Jack was perfect. The girls were perfect. Ross-Tristan was perfect. (Their little boy). This was all perfect. Not long before they had gotten married, they moved into their beautiful home.

Jack comes back after twenty minutes or so to see a adorable Zach cuddled up in a blanket, watching the show intently that was playing on the t.v. Jack smiled sweetly and plopped right next to him, making the younger jump. "Goodness, Jack. Don't do that," he gasps, pausing the show and turning towards him. "Sorry Zachy," He grins. "Stop calling me that. I'm 35 for goodness sakes," he retaliates, trying to hide his small smile. "You Love it, don't lie," Jack smirks. "Maybe a little," Zach mumbles in response, planting a tender kiss on Jacks lips, the taste of them never getting old. Jack smiles into the kiss and tries to deepen it but Zach pulls away, earning a soft whine from the other. "Not now," he gestures to Ross-Tristan who was a couple of feet away sleeping soundly.

And that's how they spent the rest of their lives. Small kisses and a happy family. They even reunited with the other boys to find out how they have all been. (even though they live right next to each other). Corbyn and Christina have a young boy named Dean and another named Sam. Jonah and Daniel had adopted a young, red-headed girl named Charlie who was bouncy and inquisitive. They all got together while the children played in the other room, Christina joking about Dean having a crush on a boy who lived across the street. (Castiel and Dean always hang out. It's like they can't get enough of each other). Charlie always stuck beside her brother-like friend, being much too afraid to talk to the others.

Life was good. And it couldn't get any better.

A/N: lmaooo the ending sucked. But that is it for this story! I'm sorry for not writing a sequel but I really am trying to focus on my other stories, especially my Donah one. So heres a fluffy prologue. Bye everyone! Please stay tuned for new stories to come ;)