Before you read this epilogue, I would just like to have a fangirl moment to gush about how cute the ending of Wizards vs. Angels was. From the moment Alex walked into the lair, I was chanting "Jalex, Jalex, Jalex, Jalex." Everything about that scene was tummy-tickling adorable. Can someone make me a trailer for this story using that scene and the trailer for Flashforward? Please?
Okay, fangirl rant over. You may proceed.
[May 8, 2010]
It was two in the afternoon and Alex, popcorn bowl in hand, was ready to watch all her missed shows on TiVo. She turned the volume just high enough to bother Justin, who was studying at the kitchen table. Jerry and Max were working in the Sub Station downstairs and Theresa was upstairs with Blake.
It reeked of normalcy.
"I'm going to the store," Theresa announced, walking downstairs. "I just got Blake to take a nap but if he wakes up, just feed him a bottle, okay?"
"Were you talking to me?" Alex asked.
Theresa raised an eyebrow and placed her hand on her hip. "No, I was talking to your brother who is currently buried in all his books," she replied sarcastically.
Alex shrugged and tossed some more popcorn in her mouth. "Okay, cool."
With a sigh, Theresa walked out the door. Justin peeked over his pile of AP review books. "You know," he said, "it would be awesome if you took some responsibilities every once in a while. Just saying."
"Yeah, yeah." She didn't bother turning around to face him, instead she just raised her arm and waved his comment away. "I'll feed Blake if he wakes up. But he's not going to wake up, so relax."
The second those words left her mouth, Blake's whimpers could be heard through the baby monitor. Justin stifled a laugh and Alex groaned. "Are you kidding me?"
"Well. Go." Justin said with a smile.
Alex ignored him and turned the TV louder.
"Turning the volume up won't make Blake stop crying, Alex."
On cue, Blake gave a piercing shriek.
"Why can't you get him?" Alex whined.
"Because Mom asked you."
"But I have to go through all the trouble of pressing pause and then physically walking upstairs to get Blake. And it's a Saturday."
"Oh, you poor thing."
"I do not appreciate your tone, Justin."
Blake cried out again, as if saying hello? Did you forget about me?
"Just go, Alex!"
"No. I mean, you're his technically-but-not-really father."
"And you are his technically-but-not-really mother. Your logic fails."
"Gah. Fine." She unwillingly trudged upstairs, picked Blake up in her arms, and walked back down the stairs. Blake immediately stopped crying once he was in her arms, and that made her smile.
Once she entered the kitchen again, Justin chuckled. "See, now was all that exercise so bad?"
"No, I guess not." She smiled sweetly, walked up to Justin, bent down, and kissed his cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked.
She only shrugged and plopped back down on the couch. That's when Justin realized Blake had somehow wound up in his arms, his bottle sitting right on top of his notes.
Sorry this epilogue took FOREVER to write. And it's not even that great. The main reason is that I liked last chapter's ending too much and I though an epilogue would only decrease the ending's effect. I still think this short epilogue is unnecessary, but I promised an epilogue, so here you go :)
Now that this story is finally over, I can focus on other stories without the guilt of leaving this one hanging. My next project will be to finish Black Hole (if you read that story, please message me! I need your opinion on something) and rewrite Around the Campfire. I will probably have a WOWP oneshot up too because I'm so in love with the ending of Wizards vs. Angels (see AN above).
Again, thanks for reading. Help a friend out and review? 11 more until 200, we can do it!