One Week Later:

Will and Nico were laying on the couch, their legs tangled together. Will's chest was pressed to Nico's back, and his head was resting on his soft dark hair.

They were currently watching the news, for anything that had to do with the cure. After days of watching, it finally came on.

"After nearly two years of struggling to keep the people of Oregon alive with a loss of four-hundred and twelve civilians, the doctors have finally found a cure. Many doctors have worked hard, but one intern worked harder than others to keep his boyfriend alive. Some say the young man was breaking down, but Larissa Evans and his father say that he'd actually discovered the cure. The boy hadn't realized it, but he did. In other news with this, all of the burials will be held at the same place, honoring the hard work of the staff. The few that disagreed have peacefully lowered their families to the grave. In other news-"

"Good job, cure discoverer." Nico murmured sleepily.

One Year Later:

Will had gotten a stressless job, trying to get enough savings to get him and Nico their own apartment. Turns out, Will's father didn't enjoy how loud either of them were at night.

Even if they weren't having sex, they were giggling and talking the entire time. He'd complained and forced them to buy him a coffee machine.

Will and Nico were currently chatting and sitting down by the pool in the apartment building. Nico was giggling while Will tickled his sides mercilessly.

"Stop it, Will!" He laughed, grabbing at Will's hands.

Ten Years Later:

Nico herded his seven year old son out the door, "We're going to be late, Ashton."

The small brunette crossed his arms, "I don't want to go to school." He stuck out his tongue, his green eyes glittering.

"Do you want me to make Daddy drive you, or do you want to ride the bus?" Nico said threateningly.

"Papa-"

"Hmm?"

"Bus," he squeaked, a small giggled escaping his lips. Nico grabbed his hand, a smile splitting his face. He shut the door and jogged down the sidewalk, Ashton giggling and holding his hand tightly.

~

Will was working at the nearby Starbucks, mostly so he could get Nico drinks for his early mornings with Ashton. He got a discount, so he may as well. Every day, he looked forward to coming home to his husband on the couch, watching TV, his legs tucked up to his chest.

He had been doing that ever since Will had gotten his job, just waiting for him. Ashton always got home about an hour after Will which gave the couple 'alone time'.

Will was just driving home in their one car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

He'd gotten all he ever wanted.