Life's Not-so-little Surprises, Epilogue
Jensen is sluggish as he gets out of the Impala, it’s been a long day, and he’s reminded again why he hates Septembers so much. Clinic had run long, finally managing to finish up with just barely enough time for him to head across town to his dinner talk on better ways to test for early stage liver disease.
He doesn’t bother stifling a yawn as he opens the door and toes off his shoes, leaving them on the small rug next to the dryer. It’s late, well past Ashley’s bedtime, and the house is quiet.
He thinks maybe Jared has gone to bed too, they both had a rough time last night with Jared getting a migraine, although he had sounded better the couple of times they had talked on the phone earlier today.
He makes sure the door is locked, the lights off everywhere but the kitchen, before grabbing a beer from the fridge. He takes a big swig, letting the liquid slide down his throat and ease some of the day’s stress. He’s craning his neck from side to side when he spots a lone envelope on the kitchen table.
Jensen stares at the return address, hands shaking as he reaches for it. Inside is just one piece of paper. Jensen doesn’t know why, but he was expecting something more. It doesn’t matter though, the single court approved letter means the world to him.
“Well?” Jared asks as he slides up beside Jensen, arm slipping around Jensen’s waist.
Jensen startles, not having heard Jared come downstairs, too focused on reading the document. He looks up at Jared with wetness in his eyes and a soft smile on his face.
“Yeah,” is the only thing he manages to rasp out before Jared is wrapping those long arms around him.
“Congratulations, Dad,” he says, dimples and teeth flashing. Jensen laughs, thrilled and relieved and a thousand other things, and hugs Jared back for all his worth, clutching the paper that declares him the adoptive father of one Ashley Jo Ackles-Padalecki.
“Thank you,” he whispers and presses a kiss onto Jared’s chin. The adoption had been Jared’s idea, and Jensen had been amazed yet again by the generous nature of his fiancé.
Jared shakes his head, once. “No, thank you.” He cups Jensen’s face and kisses him, slow and sweet and filled with so much affection and joy that Jensen kind of just melts against him.
When they pull apart, all of Jensen’s earlier tiredness is gone. He’s wide awake now, and judging by the look on Jared’s face, so is he.
“Ash asleep?”
“Yep, out like a light. The dogs too,” Jared answers and a flash of wickedness enters his eyes. “Why? Whatcha wanna do?”
“Celebrate,” he says with a grin, settling his hands on Jared’s ass, mind already filling with images of blowing Jared and then fucking him into next week.
They set the security alarm and turn off the light before heading upstairs. Jared nearly trips because of his inability to keep his hands off Jensen, and Jensen laughs against his mouth but is quickly shut up by Jared grinding their hardening cocks together.
It’s later, when they’re both sated and sticky on the king-size bed, Jared curled against him fast asleep, head pillowed on Jensen’s shoulder, that Jensen decides not to tell Jared that the liver transplant position won’t be his.
Because it doesn’t matter.
Last year, he would have fought tooth and nail for it, done whatever he had to do to get it, but things are different now.
Now, he has Ashley and Jared, both worth so much more than any job or position.
Now, he has a family.
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