Boys and Girls, Part IV: Why I Love to Hate You
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
11,567
Reviews:
100
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Epilogue
Epilogue
“Lucas! Get over here!”
A mischievous, blonde four-year-old turned to his disapproving mother and grinned. Dimples identical to his father’s appeared on his cheeks.
“Leave him alone, Jacy. Boy’s just chasing after a pretty girl,” his father reassured.
Jacy frowned. Like father, like son.
Lucas was currently terrorizing Ryan and Lani’s four-year-old daughter, Maile. The miniature beauty was a pint-sized replica of her mother; no wonder Lucas was bugging her. She hid behind her father, one eye glistening violet and the other, gray.
“Are you bothering my daughter?” Ryan asked Lucas with mock sternness. Lucas turned tail at Ryan’s imposing figure and ran to his mother’s side.
“Don’t bully my child,” Jacy warned jokingly, simultaneously patting the slight bulge in her abdomen.
“Tell your husband to keep his eye on that boy of his,” Ryan answered, trying not to laugh.
Jacy couldn’t help it. She broke out into howls of laughter, prompting Tristan to give her the “you’re crazy” look.
It was a week short of the Superbowl, and the gang was gathered at Tristan’s mansion in San Francisco. It was surprising to see Tristan act so calmly. Aside from preparing for his first professional Championship appearance, Tristan was also tending to the needs of a wife who was five months pregnant with his second child and taming his rambunctious first-born.
Tristan was chatting it up with Joe and Jason in the living room as “Sports Center” blasted from the plasma TV. A gaudy but pricey Superbowl ring already glinted on Jason’s right ring finger. He had won the Superbowl with the Miami Dolphins in his third year of playing and second year of starting for the team. In his sixth year with the 49ers, Tristan was finally headed to the Superbowl.
“Nervous, man?” Joe asked, cradling a fragile infant girl in his strong arms.
“Nope,” Tristan answered. “I just wanna get this thing over with and get one of those ugly rings on my finger.”
“Still as cocky as ever,” Jason commented.
“Daddy!”
Jason whipped around to the sound of his wailing daughter. A munchkin-like redheaded girl trudged over to Jason, rubbing her arm and wincing.
“Bryce hit me,” she mumbled, trying to hold back tears.
“No I didn’t! Sara’s lying.” a somewhat bigger boy answered. He had the same light brown hair as his father, but his eyes were the same cerulean blue as his mother’s.
Jason scowled in the direction of his oldest child. “What did I tell you about hitting your sister?”
“Uh…don’t do it?” the five-year-old answered.
Tristan chuckled, and Jason frowned in his direction. “Don’t encourage him, Carter.”
****
Just then, Maile shuffled shyly into the living room. The men were all captivated by Lani’s gorgeous daughter. Her father followed close behind. As Maile slowly made her way over to Sara, Ryan stared at Tristan.
It wasn’t the friendliest of exchanges, but countless get-togethers over the years had forced these former enemies into the same room many times. Grudges eventually faded, and even though they still weren’t the best of friends, Ryan Mackey and Tristan Carter had finally let bygones be bygones.
“My money’s on the Patriots,” Ryan declared with a sly grin on his face.
Tristan shook his head and chuckled. “You really in the mood to lose money, Mackey?”
Ryan looked over to his daughter. Maile was getting her hair braided by Sara. “Come on, Carter. You know I never lose when it comes to money,” Ryan answered confidently.
It was true. Ryan had been working on Wall Street for almost two years now, and his success was unprecedented for such a young gun. But Ryan and Lani and their four-year-old daughter were living very comfortably on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Even if he wasn’t playing football, Ryan couldn’t think of a better situation to be in.
Lani was instructing yoga and pilates classes at a nice gym nearby their home. She had to take a year off though, and now, in her sixth month of pregnancy, the couple was awaiting the arrival of twin boys. Ryan could have died a happy man at that very moment.
****
“Oh my God!” Stephanie began. “I can’t believe Jacy’s on her second and Lani…you’re on your second and third!”
The women shook their heads. “Believe me, Steph,” Lani began, patting her swollen belly, “you’re gonna want more in about a year.”
“It was soooo painful!” Stephanie shrieked. “I mean totally worth it, but very painful. I think my family was destined to be a line of only children.”
Jacy finished arranging her fruit platter. “Isn’t it so like Stephanie that her first born is a blonde-haired, green-eyed daughter?” Jacy popped a grape into her mouth. “Of course, this is already a losing battle for Joe.”
“He loves his little Princess,” Stephanie beamed. “He loves his big princess too.”
Delaney rolled her eyes. “I think I’m done for a while.” Taking care of a five and four-year-old who are hell-bent on one-upping each other erases the need to join a gym.”
“It’s kinda funny how your husband, the drill sergeant, has such a difficult time with those two,” Jacy commented. “I mean, Lucas is no angel, but you gotta look at his father. Not a big surprise, right?”
“Jason’s not Mr. Strict twenty-four/seven. He’s always sneaking extra dessert on their plates and letting them stay up a little later than I want them to. But I don’t mind. Those two bug the hell out of each other, but I know that if anyone threatened Sara, Bryce would be on him in two seconds. He got Jason’s sense of honor. I love that.”
The girls smiled. They had all managed to get their happily ever afters.
Just then, Lucas trotted into the kitchen with a devilish smirk on his face. Those dimples were mercilessly adorable on the face of a mischievous four-year-old boy. He tugged on his mother’s pant leg.
“Mom?”
Jacy regarded her son with all the love and adoration in the world. “Yes, honey?”
“I’m gonna marry Maile when I get older.”
Jacy’s jaw dropped in surprise. She looked over at Lani who had the biggest smile on her face.
“Is that so?” Lani asked. “Well, I’ll have to run it by Maile’s father first. Is that okay?”
Lucas nodded his head. Just then, Ryan appeared in the kitchen doorway, holding his daughter. He regarded the women suspiciously.
“What are we talking about, ladies?”
Jacy exchanged glances with all of her friends before turning back to Ryan.
“I’ll tell you in about twenty years.”
THE END…REALLY
****
A/N: Waaaahhhh!!! I can't believe it's over. Where to go from here?
“Lucas! Get over here!”
A mischievous, blonde four-year-old turned to his disapproving mother and grinned. Dimples identical to his father’s appeared on his cheeks.
“Leave him alone, Jacy. Boy’s just chasing after a pretty girl,” his father reassured.
Jacy frowned. Like father, like son.
Lucas was currently terrorizing Ryan and Lani’s four-year-old daughter, Maile. The miniature beauty was a pint-sized replica of her mother; no wonder Lucas was bugging her. She hid behind her father, one eye glistening violet and the other, gray.
“Are you bothering my daughter?” Ryan asked Lucas with mock sternness. Lucas turned tail at Ryan’s imposing figure and ran to his mother’s side.
“Don’t bully my child,” Jacy warned jokingly, simultaneously patting the slight bulge in her abdomen.
“Tell your husband to keep his eye on that boy of his,” Ryan answered, trying not to laugh.
Jacy couldn’t help it. She broke out into howls of laughter, prompting Tristan to give her the “you’re crazy” look.
It was a week short of the Superbowl, and the gang was gathered at Tristan’s mansion in San Francisco. It was surprising to see Tristan act so calmly. Aside from preparing for his first professional Championship appearance, Tristan was also tending to the needs of a wife who was five months pregnant with his second child and taming his rambunctious first-born.
Tristan was chatting it up with Joe and Jason in the living room as “Sports Center” blasted from the plasma TV. A gaudy but pricey Superbowl ring already glinted on Jason’s right ring finger. He had won the Superbowl with the Miami Dolphins in his third year of playing and second year of starting for the team. In his sixth year with the 49ers, Tristan was finally headed to the Superbowl.
“Nervous, man?” Joe asked, cradling a fragile infant girl in his strong arms.
“Nope,” Tristan answered. “I just wanna get this thing over with and get one of those ugly rings on my finger.”
“Still as cocky as ever,” Jason commented.
“Daddy!”
Jason whipped around to the sound of his wailing daughter. A munchkin-like redheaded girl trudged over to Jason, rubbing her arm and wincing.
“Bryce hit me,” she mumbled, trying to hold back tears.
“No I didn’t! Sara’s lying.” a somewhat bigger boy answered. He had the same light brown hair as his father, but his eyes were the same cerulean blue as his mother’s.
Jason scowled in the direction of his oldest child. “What did I tell you about hitting your sister?”
“Uh…don’t do it?” the five-year-old answered.
Tristan chuckled, and Jason frowned in his direction. “Don’t encourage him, Carter.”
****
Just then, Maile shuffled shyly into the living room. The men were all captivated by Lani’s gorgeous daughter. Her father followed close behind. As Maile slowly made her way over to Sara, Ryan stared at Tristan.
It wasn’t the friendliest of exchanges, but countless get-togethers over the years had forced these former enemies into the same room many times. Grudges eventually faded, and even though they still weren’t the best of friends, Ryan Mackey and Tristan Carter had finally let bygones be bygones.
“My money’s on the Patriots,” Ryan declared with a sly grin on his face.
Tristan shook his head and chuckled. “You really in the mood to lose money, Mackey?”
Ryan looked over to his daughter. Maile was getting her hair braided by Sara. “Come on, Carter. You know I never lose when it comes to money,” Ryan answered confidently.
It was true. Ryan had been working on Wall Street for almost two years now, and his success was unprecedented for such a young gun. But Ryan and Lani and their four-year-old daughter were living very comfortably on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Even if he wasn’t playing football, Ryan couldn’t think of a better situation to be in.
Lani was instructing yoga and pilates classes at a nice gym nearby their home. She had to take a year off though, and now, in her sixth month of pregnancy, the couple was awaiting the arrival of twin boys. Ryan could have died a happy man at that very moment.
****
“Oh my God!” Stephanie began. “I can’t believe Jacy’s on her second and Lani…you’re on your second and third!”
The women shook their heads. “Believe me, Steph,” Lani began, patting her swollen belly, “you’re gonna want more in about a year.”
“It was soooo painful!” Stephanie shrieked. “I mean totally worth it, but very painful. I think my family was destined to be a line of only children.”
Jacy finished arranging her fruit platter. “Isn’t it so like Stephanie that her first born is a blonde-haired, green-eyed daughter?” Jacy popped a grape into her mouth. “Of course, this is already a losing battle for Joe.”
“He loves his little Princess,” Stephanie beamed. “He loves his big princess too.”
Delaney rolled her eyes. “I think I’m done for a while.” Taking care of a five and four-year-old who are hell-bent on one-upping each other erases the need to join a gym.”
“It’s kinda funny how your husband, the drill sergeant, has such a difficult time with those two,” Jacy commented. “I mean, Lucas is no angel, but you gotta look at his father. Not a big surprise, right?”
“Jason’s not Mr. Strict twenty-four/seven. He’s always sneaking extra dessert on their plates and letting them stay up a little later than I want them to. But I don’t mind. Those two bug the hell out of each other, but I know that if anyone threatened Sara, Bryce would be on him in two seconds. He got Jason’s sense of honor. I love that.”
The girls smiled. They had all managed to get their happily ever afters.
Just then, Lucas trotted into the kitchen with a devilish smirk on his face. Those dimples were mercilessly adorable on the face of a mischievous four-year-old boy. He tugged on his mother’s pant leg.
“Mom?”
Jacy regarded her son with all the love and adoration in the world. “Yes, honey?”
“I’m gonna marry Maile when I get older.”
Jacy’s jaw dropped in surprise. She looked over at Lani who had the biggest smile on her face.
“Is that so?” Lani asked. “Well, I’ll have to run it by Maile’s father first. Is that okay?”
Lucas nodded his head. Just then, Ryan appeared in the kitchen doorway, holding his daughter. He regarded the women suspiciously.
“What are we talking about, ladies?”
Jacy exchanged glances with all of her friends before turning back to Ryan.
“I’ll tell you in about twenty years.”
THE END…REALLY
****
A/N: Waaaahhhh!!! I can't believe it's over. Where to go from here?