Hands Where I Can See Them

Epilogue Two

*Seven Years Later*

Max

"Dad! I'm sixteen! Not six!" Ella frowned.

"Well, last time I checked, you were six. And I'm your father. That means, you do what I say whether you want to or not." Fang said sternly, as he chopped vegetables for dinner.

"Maaaaaaaaax." Ella whined, turning to look at me.

I was sitting on the counter, watching Fang cook because even after nine years of marriage, I still can't cook to save my life.

"Sorry, Honey, I can't help ya here. He's right."

"Ella, go clean your room or we'll send Dean home when he gets here."

Ella stomped into her room and- I'm assuming- did what she was told.

"I love being a father. Even when she's like that." Fang smiled, looking up at me.

I leaned down and kissed him.

I've been with Nicholas "Fang" Diekman for the past ten years of my life and I couldn't be happier. I love him and Ella with all my heart.

Fang and I continued kissing for a while before a knock on the front door made me jolt away from him.

"Ouch! You bit my lip." I laughed, jumping off the counter and going over to the front door.

Sadly, Ella beat me to it.

While Ella opened the door, I retreated back over to Fang.

"Hi, Dean." she smiled like a kid in a candy store.

"Hey, Ella." he mirrored her smile.

She let him inside and looked over at Fang.

"Daddy, this is Dean. Dean, this is my dad and my step-mom."

I smiled. It always made me happy to hear Ella refer to me as her step-mom.

I laughed when Fang smiled and waved the knife he'd been holding.

"Nice to meet you." Dean said, obviously scared of Fang.

As any young boy should be meeting his girlfriend's father.

"Likewise. You two can go sit over there while I finish up dinner. And Max, can you get the jug of sweet tea from the fridge?" Fang said/asked.

I nodded and got the tea like Fang asked.

"Good girl." he mumbled

I sneaked behind him and grabbed the hose from the sink.

"What was that?" I asked, holding it up.

"Don't shoot, Detective." he plead, jokingly as he turned around to face me.

"Tell me why I shouldn't." I replied, holding the hose up, my finger positioned on the trigger.

"Because my daughter and her boyfriend are right behind me. And if you shoot me with that thing, it'll look like I pissed myself."

All the more reason to do it.

Quietly, behind Fang, I heard Dean ask Ella, "Are they always like this?"

"Always. Their marriage is like a great friendship and a love at the same time." Ella replied.

"Y'know, there is another reason why you shouldn't shoot me." Fang said, running his hand down my arm.

"And why's that?" I asked.

"Because I'm your husband and you looooooooove me," he spread his arms out as wide as they'd go. "You love me this much."

"Very true. Which is why it's my job to humiliate you at any chance I get." I smiled, leaning toward him like I was going to kiss him.

I stuck too fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged them a bit- just enough for the nozzle of the hose to fit in.

I pressed my lips against Fang's. He was distracted enough for me to stick the nozzle of the hose into his jeans and pull the trigger.

I couldn't even describe how hard I was laughing when the front of his jeans started to soak.

"No fair, Max!" Fang pouted.

I kissed his cheek and pulled the nozzle out of his jeans, blowing on the end of it like those badasses in old country-western movies.

"I'm just happy it wasn't your real gun." Fang laughed.

"Yeah. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose your favorite appendage before you're forty." I smiled, sticking the hose back into the hole.

And yes, that's what she said.

And that, my lovely readers, is where this story comes to an end.

I hope you've all enjoyed "Hands Where I Can See Them" as much as I've enjoyed writing it for you.

When I first uploaded the first chapter of this story, I never imagined a year later, it could get so much love and support. It really foes mean the absolute world to me. And I love each and every one of you for taking the time out of your days to review my fanfictions be it this one, another story of mine or just one of my one-shots. It means everything to me.

I really can't express in words how much each and every one of you's love and support means to me. I've been writing since I was a kid and to finally have people reading what I write and liking it means everything to me.

And yes, I just HAD to end this story on a "That's what she said" joke because I'm about as mature as a two year old. (;

Again, thank you all for being so supportive of me over the last year and I hope to still have all of you as readers for as long as I'm writing fanfiction. Which, I hope, will be a long time!

xoxo,

K.J