The House

Six Years Later

I loved college.

I never thought I'd ever enjoy anything academic, but I loved it. The classes, the freedom, the debates, even the homework. I just adored it.

The parties were a plus too.

Let me catch you up to speed.

See, after my parents issue with Austin had been completely ironed out, he had been allowed to live in our house for... well, for as long as he needed. I had started college a few years back and he had graduated three years ago. I'd gotten into the same college as him, and so had Trish and Dallas; we were all taking different courses but it all just worked out like that.

Dallas was majoring in business and actually pretty good at it. A surprise relationship had erupted between him and Trish senior year of Marino High. It had seemed strange at first, but now, I don't think there ever was a cuter couple.

They were planning to get married in 6 months. I, of course, was going to be maid of honor, while Austin had been chosen to be best man.

I was working on becoming a journalist. I honestly hadn't decided what I wanted to become until freshman year. I was just lucky I was taking English. I had already been offered two jobs on magazines, for when I was out of college, so that was good.

Trish was majoring in psychology. I had thought it hilarious that she wanted to be a therapist, as she couldn't stand listening to people talk about their problems, but her Stop Feeling So Fucking Sorry For Yourself And Fix Your Problem attitude was kind of helpful, in a tough love way. She'd be a great therapist.

Dez was also majoring in business and took a shine to Dallas because he saw him as a younger version of himself. Dez was out of town a lot, on business trips. I was surprised that I missed him as much as I did. He's been offered a job in Japan recently, and he;s considering going. The thought of it kind of depresses me, but that's life, I guess.

Austin was still had graduated as a lawyer, and, the more time I spent with him over the years, the more often I realized that he may have been born to be one. His ability to worm his way out of any situation just by using your own words against you was amazing.

Cassidy dropped out of school halfway through senior year. I see her sometimes at the mall, handing out food samples and shit.

Elliot attended a community college, and was studying... well, I didn't really know. Or care.

I mean... I guess you could say Austin and I are a pretty solid couple. We'd already spent enough time apart to know that we needed each other in our lives.

So, yeah. I guess we've grown up a little. So life's good for me right now.

I am a little miffed, for whatever reason, that Trish got engaged before I did.

Austin's always talking about the engagement and wedding, but my finger's still bare.

Plus, Trish got a rock. A huge one. The diamond was about the size of her nail.

Up till' college, I was pretty sure I didn't want a family or marriage until I was 30 or something ancient like that. I wanted a career before Austin knocked me up or before we even moved in together.

But now that I'm 22, 30 doesn't seem that old, and Austin started renting an apartment about two years ago, so he wouldn't have to travel between the house and back to college as often. I've subtly managed to move in without my parents noticing much. I just text them very so often to let them know I'm not coming home, but they're not stupid. They have to know that Austin and I do more than just hug, and that my toothbrush and pajamas are no longer in their house.

And... grudgingly, kids are looking especially cute right now.

Anyway, I'm in my final year, thank God.

Yeah, I like school, but not that much.

Jesus H. shit, I was stressed.

If you'd told me six years ago, that in - well, six years, I'd be driving around town looking for a dozen roses the exact shade of blood, I'd have walked slowly away from you.

But here I fucking was.

Long story short, Trish's wedding was in a week.

And, had I forgotten to mention that ever since Dallas proposed, she had turned into a psychotic bridezilla?

'Cause she had.

"I swear to God, all the florists in this town are useless. The fuckers. I need blood red roses, not sunset red. And could you believe that bitch that offered me white roses? Like they're exactly the same as blood-red ones?! Jesus."

"Trish-" she sped up, the arrow on the speedometer inching past 80. I clenched the doorknob.

"We need to hurry if we're going to make the dress fitting at 2. I hope you've been laying off the ice-cream like I told you, Ally. I swear to God if you can't fit into your dress, I'm going to make sure you don't wake up tomorrow."

At times like this, it was best to remain silent and nod.

At times, I couldn't wait for the wedding to be over. I missed the times when Trish was all chill and relaxed, but I knew that if I told her this, she'd scratch my face off, and then get mad at me because the blood on my face would ruin the wedding photos.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out, smiling when I saw it was a text from Austin.

Tell Trish you have a family emergency and get your cute butt over here. -A

I snorted. Trish glared over at me.

Be there in ten. I replied.

We were totally gonna do it tonight.

Pardon my inner 14 year old girl.

I had had enough of this stress. It had been weeks since Austin and I had had any alone time, with work and college and the wedding and I was in desperate need of multiple O's; which Austin knew all too well how to give.

"I present you, for the first time ever, Mr and Mrs Dallas Greene!"

Everyone burst into applause, and I wiped a tear, and so did Austin.

It was official. One of our friends were married. We were old now.

I still felt as immature as I was six years ago, but, ya know, these things don't change overnight.

We stayed in my parents house that night, for the first time in a year. My mom was glad to have me back, and was obsessive over checking up on me the whole day we were there; asking if I had had pap smears and how I was doing and you know, mom stuff.

She finally left me alone, and the seconds she was out the door, Austin's lips were on mine.

"You looked so beautiful today... That dress is so fucking hot."

I smiled against his lips. "Here?" I said, smirking. "In your old room? Kinky,"

He pulled my dress up, and I raised my arms so he could pull it off.

"Don't tell me you're not into this," he scoffed, bowing my body against him. I gasped, as I often did, when I felt him, hard, against my stomach.

He smirked, lips on my neck. "Always so responsive..." he murmured, unclasping my bra. I grabbed him by his tie, pulling him closer to me, kissing him hard. He kicked off his dress pants and his boxers all in one go.

And, as always, I was begging for it within minutes.

"Austin, please..." I whisper, tugging on the buttons of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

He doesn't wait to be asked again, not in the mood for teasing tonight. He lifts me, and I wrap me legs around his waist, and he makes for his old bed. He keeps his eyes on mine as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. My eyes squeeze shut, and I'm close already.

The headboard bangs against the wall, and I can't find it in me to care whether my parents hear me or not; a decision I'm sure I'll regret in the morning.

Within twenty minutes, I've come twice, and Austin is dangerously close.

His fingers move against my clit, and my back arches, my walls clenching around him for the third time.

"Austin - fuck!"

He rotates his hips, letting me milk him.

And that's how Alice Penny Moon was conceived.

Austin:

Family life is the best.

I honestly never thought it would be this good, but, then again, I never thought I'd fall in love with a sixteen-year-old girl while I was in college. But, sweet Baby Jesus, I was so glad that I did.

Ally was working part-time with a a magazine company. She worked from home five days a week, and she loved that she could stay with Alice and do her job and the same time.

I enjoyed my job as a lawyer more than I thought I would. I guessed that the different sticky situations I had found myself in over the years had given me a flair for helping over people out of trouble.

As I sat on the sofa, watching re-runs of Alice's favorite cartoons, waiting for her and Ally to get home from shopping, I felt at peace. Alice was three now, and her vocab level was well above the level it should be for her age, and it made me proud.

Neither Ally nor I were sure of exactly why she had gotten pregnant; I had been wearing a condom, and she had been on the Pill. We guessed that the condom had broke and she had forgotten to take her pill that day. Either way, I was glad that something had gone wrong with our contraception methods or whatever. Alice was one of the best things that had even happened to me.

I had asked Ally to marry me on Alice's first birthday, and the look of sheer joy on her face is forever cemented into my brain. The wedding had been fantastic, with everyone helping make it perfect, but honestly, I wouldn't mind it she had worn jeans and we had gotten married in Vegas. All that mattered was that she was mine.

There was a small panic at one point when there was a possibility of my having to move to work at a different law firm; in England. Ally had expressed her longing time and time again to raise her kids in Miami, and I had agreed wholeheartedly.

Moving to England was not part of the plan.

But the crisis had been averted quickly enough, and, following that, we moved into the house we lived in now; a spacious apartment with three bedrooms.

I heard Ally's keys in the door and her excited chatting with our daughter.

Even the words made me smile.

Our daughter.

The door opened, and Alice ran towards me, followed by Ally.

"Daddy, daddy!" Alice squealed, launching herself into my arms.

I read the writing on their new tee-shirts and found myself laughing.

All wore a shirt that read my daughter's the shit.

Alice wore a shirt that read I'm the shit.

Alice sat on my lap, and I was glad she couldn't read yet.

"Guess how many old ladies glared at me on the walk home?" Ally wondered, gesturing to the tee shirts then picking Alice up, and then sitting on my lap herself. I smirked.

"How many?"

"Six."

I laughed, brushing her hair out of her face. Alice was ignoring us now, her eyes on the T.V.

I kissed her Ally's hair and she nestled into me further. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, too," was her reply.

Ally started to shift around a little, and I was convinced that it was innocent until I felt her moving against one area in particular.

No matter how long I'd been with Ally, every time she touched me, I was instantly rock hard. I didn't think we'd even get 'bored' of each other.

I cupped her chin, lifting her head to face me. I shot a glance towards Alice, who was starting to fall asleep.

"I'm going to go tuck Alice in," I murmured against her ear. "and, when I get back, you're going to be completely naked. Is that clear?"

She whimpered, her eyes wide. "Crystal," she squeaked.

I nodded, getting up and picking Alice up carrying her to her room.

And I was so happy, so grateful that Dez had come my way, and consequentially, Ally had come my way. I was glad that we had fought for each other. I was glad that she loved me just as much as I loved her.

The End.

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