Extended Epilogue
Five years later …
“License and registration, please, sir,” the stern-faced cop said as Quinn rolled down the window.
“I told you you were going too fast,” Selena grumbled from the passenger seat.
“Well, if you didn’t take so much time getting ready, we wouldn’t be late,” Quinn answered as he fished his wallet from his pocket. He took out a plastic card and handed it over to the police officer. “Here you go, sir.”
The officer took the card and held it up. He frowned and pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, then gave the license a second glance. “Sir, is this a joke?”
“What? No officer, I would never joke with you.”
Selena guffawed.
“Is that so, Mr. McFuckface?”
“Mister what?” Quinn grabbed the card and scanned the front.
“Mommy, daddy, the officer said a bad word!” Four-year-old Lizzie screamed from the back seat.
“Why is McDuckface a bad word?” her adopted brother, Anthony, asked. Meanwhile, the newest addition to their growing family, little Jacob, gurgled happily in his car seat.
“Oh my God, you still have that thing?” Selena asked, slapping her hand over her eyes. “I gave you that library card years ago!”
“Of course,” Quinn said. “It’s the first gift you ever gave me.” He took out his wallet and handed the correct card to the cop. “Sorry, officer. Here’s my real license.”
“Hmm …” The officer looked at the card.
“He has to put money in the swear jar!” Lizzie exclaimed. “He said a bad word!”
“Elizabeth Eowyn Martin!” Selena hissed. “Keep quiet, please.”
The officer took off his sunglasses. “Well, if I don’t have to put money in the swear jar, maybe I can let you off with a warning?”
Selena let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, officer. And, no, you don’t have to put money in the swear jar.”
“But mommy, that’s not fair! You made me put a dollar in when I called that lady on TV who was mean to Grampa a b—”
“Shush, Lizzie!” Selena let out a sigh.
The police officer was trying to suppress a laugh as he handed Quinn his license back. “All right, Mr. Martin, drive safe and have a good day.” He gave the kids a final wave and walked back to his car.
As soon as Quinn pulled the window up, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew. Never thought I could use our adorable children to get out of a ticket.”
“Yeah, well, now we’re really late, so let’s get a move on.”
“All right then. Everyone strapped in?” He turned around, looking at his three kids and then Selena. It sounded clichéd, but the sight of them never failed to give him that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. He once asked Selena if she regretted not having witch or warlock children, and she replied that all their kids were magical. He certainly agreed.
He never dreamed he could be so happy, despite the mess and the chaos of having two toddlers of the same age and an infant. They adopted Anthony not long after Lizzie was born. They had been touring a public hospital with his father when they saw him. Anthony had to be put in an incubator because his mother had been an alcoholic and drug user up until she gave birth prematurely. She then died soon after. None of the staff thought he would make it, but he was a little fighter. Selena and Quinn visited him every day and fell in love with him. With their connections and because no one wanted a sickly baby, they were able to take him home and formally adopt him after a few months. Not only had Anthony survived, but he was growing up into a healthy and bright little boy.
“Finally,” Quinn groaned as they approached the Anderson mansion on Long Island. It was a long weekend, and Grant and Frankie were hosting another of their famous barbecues. The food and drinks were always phenomenal and free flowing, plus, with the amazing views of the ocean, it was always a treat to come here.
“Look, it’s Jolene!” Lizzie said in an excited voice as she jabbed her finger against the glass, pointing at the black Dodge Ram that was parked a few spots away. “Uncle Connor’s here!”
“Yay! Uncle Connor!” Anthony echoed.
“I can’t believe Connor is the ‘fun uncle’ now,” Quinn groaned. “That was supposed to be my shtick.”
Selena laughed. “Yeah, now you’re just mean daddy, especially when you give them homework.”
While most people would have thought Quinn would’ve been more the laid-back and carefree parent, he was actually the opposite. He was so worried that his kids would turn out to be juvenile delinquents (like him) that he had become a strict disciplinarian. He wanted his children to grow up smart and with a good work ethic, so he started teaching them to read and count at an early age. He couldn't wait to get them in front of a computer.
“Hmmm …” He looked over at the jacked-up truck. “Think Connor’ll sell me Jolene this year?”
“He loves that thing; he’ll never sell it.”
“What if I tell him why I want it?”
“Don’t you dare!” Selena turned red. “You will not tell him we conceived Lizzie in his truck,” she whispered. “Remember his reaction when he saw that scratch on the door?”
“Yes. But remember how fun that night was?”
She turned even redder. “Yes,” she said with a small smile. “Now, let’s get everyone out of the car and go get some food.”
“Yeah, before all the pregnant Lycans finish everything off,” Quinn moaned as he unbuckled his belt.
They unpacked the car and Selena carried Jacob in his car seat, while Quinn had one toddler in each arm. When they reached the backyard, Anthony and Lizzie squirmed out of their father’s arms as soon as they saw their cousins and friends piling on top of Sebastian, playing their favorite game, Catch the Dragon. Connor was chatting with Dante by the grill, handing the chef a cold beer. His brother turned his head when he heard the familiar squeals of Lizzie and Anthony, and then waved to Quinn and Selena.
Selena and Quinn walked over to the adults who were sitting in the lounge chairs and enjoying the perfect weather. She put the carrier down and picked up Jacob, bouncing the chubby baby in her arms.
“Daric thinks we’re going to have a girl,” Meredith announced as Selena sat down on the empty love seat. Quinn plopped down beside her and grabbed her legs, draping them over his lap.
“Did you see it?” Selena asked the warlock.
“I have a good feeling about this one,” Daric said with a cryptic smile.
“What happened to you guys, anyway?” Meredith asked. “Why are you so late?”
Selena rolled her eyes and recounted what happened, including the incident with the police officer.
“Quinn McFuckface? You really gave him that name?” Meredith chuckled.
“It seemed like a good fit at the time,” Selena answered, giving her husband a wry look.
“Well, ha ha,” Quinn mocked. “The joke’s on you, Mrs. McFuckface.”
Selena laughed out loud. “Yes, I guess it is.”
The End
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