Dani glanced down at the small infant cuddled close to her chest, her tiny face turned to snuggle into her breast, the shock of unruly, wavy black hair bringing a smile to her lips, the texture so very similar to her older children, the coloring the only difference. She let her eyes wander from the feeding baby to the horizon, the sun sitting fairly low, moving slowly as it prepared to kiss the furthest point of the ocean. She took a deep breath. It was almost time. She let the warm breeze wash over her, relax her further as she detached the tiny girl from her breast, the mouth moving in search of the lost nipple, her sole source of nutrients, her very source of comfort. She tucked a thumb into the cup of her bra and lifted the soft lace, shifting it back into position, thankful once more for the minimalist approach Axami took when designing their specialty lingerie range. She ran a hand up her arm, adjusting the delicately embroidered lace strap of her dress, settling the fabric back in place. She smiled again as the rosebud mouth pursed, the baby's brow furrowed, channeling the very essence of her father as she prepared to make her displeasure known. She lifted the child, bringing her forehead to her lips, brushing against the smooth skin of her newest daughter, inhaling her baby scent, fresh and clean, new. 'If only you were as easy to put down as your brother over there.' She turned as though showing the infant her sleeping brother. 'But I know, you're Daddy's little girl.' She smiled again then. 'And Mommy just isn't cutting it is she sweetheart.'

'Me ready.' Rania called out as she ran through the open doorway and approached her mother, stopping only when her arms had wrapped around Dani's legs, her head resting against her thigh.

'Me too baby.' Dani touched a hand to her toddler's head and ruffled her curly dark hair. 'Only your sister isn't.'

'Liar being naughty?' Rania's eyebrows knitted as she took a step back to get a closer look at her little sister.

'Lyra.' Dani corrected Rania's pronunciation softly, her eyes shifting from her toddler to the baby squirming in the crook of her arm. 'Is fussing.' She caught hold of one of the flailing hands, her daughter's tiny fingers wrapping tightly about her thumb. She rocked back and forth on the spot for a moment, attempting to further soothe the baby with action, before she carried the tiny girl towards the crib her twins currently shared, their little bodies small enough to lie comfortably side by side. She gently lowered her daughter and placed her on the pale moss green covered mattress next to her sleeping brother. 'But its ok. She's going to be a good girl now.' She placed one hand on each of the babies' cheeks, her palm flush against their skin. 'Just like Flynn.' She took hold of the sheet and drew it up, tucking it in around her three-month-old twins. 'She's not going to fuss anymore.'

'Me not.' Rania shook her head, her little face serious. 'Me a good girl.'

'You are a very good girl Rani.' Dani turned to face Rania then, she crouched down to her eye level. 'You're my very good girl.'

'Mommy's big girl.' Rania nodded proudly, her arms winding their way around her mother's neck.

'My big girl.' Dani murmured, hugging her daughter close. 'And we're about to go do something really special Rani.' She placed her hands on Rania's upper arms and held her away slightly then, looking in her eyes. 'Do you know what that is?'

Rania's brow furrowed for a moment as she thought about the question. And then she smiled. 'We are going to marry Daddy.' She nodded once as she made her declaration proudly. 'So he can be in the family. With you and Lindsay and Ray J and Liar and Flynn,' she pointed to her own chest. 'And me.'

Dani schooled the smile tugging at her lips at the proclamation, Rania's understanding of the situation as adorable to her as her daughter was. 'Daddy was always in the family sweetheart. He always will be.' Dani tucked a strand of Rania's hair, longer now, behind her ear, pushing it back towards where the rest was secured, a small white orchid blossom protruding from the band. 'This just…' she let her voice trail off as she searched for the right words to explain to her four-year-old that it just made it official, that it ticked all the boxes to appease the legal system in times of emergency, that while she wanted nothing more than to be tied to Nico Careles, the vows, the certificate were all secondary, all formality to the feeling she had had for over the last two and a half years.

'Makes Daddy ours.' Rania finished for her.

'And we are his.' The simplicity of it all, the perfect explanation provided by a toddler, making her smile. She stood then, her eyes darting to check the time. 'So let's do this.' She reached down and took hold of Rania's outstretched hand as she glanced back at the sleeping babies, the nanny the resort had provided hovering quietly in the background, her deep maroon uniform, her crisp white jacket immaculate. With a nod to her Dani led Rania out through the sliding glass doors, picking up the bouquet of purple orchids as she passed the dining table. They wandered slowly towards where she knew Nico would be waiting, their wedding scheduled for poolside at sunset.

Nico stood waiting patiently, ready to catch the first glimpse of her as she rounded the corner of the resort and headed towards him. He stood under the white chiffon gazebo, topped with roses. Rose petals were scattered at his feet, the wedding ceremony set to take place on the platform at the very edge of the horizon pool, the Gulf of Thailand, the pristine blue ocean and the brilliant red dusk sun forming the backdrop. He caught his breath as she came into view, his heartbeat speeding up as he took in her ivory dress, her upswept hair, the way her attention was fixed on their daughter, his surprise yet to be discovered. He had been evicted from their suite a few hours earlier, his black suit in hand, and left to his own devices. It was then that he had flown into action, preparing to give the woman who had granted him everything he could ever have dreamed of, the very wedding she deserved. And now, he waited for that moment when she realized the extent of his secret planning.

Dani lifted her focus from Rania as she rounded the corner, her eyes locking with Nico's. She felt the smile pull at her lips as his eyes lit up at her appearance. She dropped her eyes a moment before returning her gaze to his, that action letting her see for the first time how truly devastatingly handsome he looked in his black tailored suit, his white dress shirt, his purple tie that matched her bouquet perfectly, the single orchid pinned in his breast lapel completing his entire outfit. She drew a deep breath as she took mental stock, as she reminded herself that the man, too gorgeous for words was waiting for her. Only for her. She released the breath as she let her eyes take in the surrounds, her gaze shifting from where Nico stood waiting to roam across the area in front of her, the space she would have to cross to finally reach the love of her life, her soon to be husband. It was in that perusal of the open deck, the landscaped gardens that she noticed the white chairs. And the people seated in them, swiveled to face her, to watch her procession towards Nico. Her eyes landed on Lindsay, her smile radiant, her dress a larger version of the one Rania was wearing, their almost matching champagne chiffon layers fluttering in the breeze, the color just a shade darker than her own gown. Ray J stood beside her, proud in his black suit, his white shirt open at the collar, a purple orchid pinned to his chest. Beyond her older children she could see everyone she loved, her family, her friends.

He saw her stop walking. He saw Rania release her hand and skip towards her waiting sister. He saw the smile slip from her face as her brow furrowed in confusion, her failure to acknowledge Rania's escape from her grip. He watched as her lower lip slipped between her teeth and her eyes grew wide, her surprise evident. He saw the tears well, the moisture turning her dark eyes glassy. And then he was moving, abandoning his place at the edge of the pool to get to her, closing the distance as fast as he could, not caring about protocol or wedding ceremonies at that moment. He felt time slow down as he raced to get to the woman he loved beyond words, beyond reason. He saw Kellie heft herself to her feet, her movement slowed by her swollen belly, her hand braced on Harlan's shoulder, his hand finding her abdomen, covering their expected child in support. He saw Anna's head tilt, her eyes narrow, her pinched face looking around Kellie's body as she clearly debated her next course of action, knowing she could move much faster than her heavily pregnant friend. He watched as Bob placed a hand on RJ, the younger man preparing to jump to his feet, to intervene and protect is precious Doctor D. He risked a glance towards Xeno and Captain Stace, taking note of their hesitation, their apprehension. He saw his mother quickly turn fully in Dani's direction preparing to join him in consoling should the need arise, his father quick to follow suit. He watched as his grandfather stiffened slightly, his outward expression as conflicted as he knew he felt. He saw Raymond shake his head as he placed a hand on Ambrosio's shoulder, the action ceasing the older man's movement to assist. He drew to a halt as his hands found her arms, as her eyes met his. He saw then the disbelief, the awe and the joy in her gaze.

'You did this?' She whispered, her eyes searching his despite the way her head shook in her astonishment. 'How?'

'I had help.' He used his shoulder to gesture vaguely in his grandfather's direction, knowing he had been instrumental in the ferrying of their loved ones to Koh Samui, his Jetstream proving once again a most useful acquisition to the Careles family estate.

She turned to face Ambrosio then. 'Abuelo?'

'Like Nico, I would do anything for you Novia.' He nodded at her expression of disbelief. 'So bringing you your family was the least I could do.'

Dani's eyes filled with tears once more as she returned her gaze to Nico's. 'I can't believe you did this for me.' Her throat closed with emotion her voice choking. She swallowed, attempting to clear the lump. 'Our kids are here. All of them.'

'I knew you wanted them to be.' Nico acknowledged quietly. 'I want you to have everything Dani.' He touched a hand to her face, his palm resting against her cheek, his thumb brushing under her eye, softly removing an escaping tear. 'Because that's what you gave me.'

'Marrying you is enough.' She leant into his touch, her eyes closing. 'I didn't need anything more.'

'I hope you'll never need for anything ever again.' Nico whispered as he stepped closer, his lips finding hers, brushing against them tenderly as he sealed his words.

'Famous last words.' Dani raised a teasing eyebrow then, her composure returning somewhat after her surprise. 'I'm sure I can find things to ask you for. Things that I desperately need.'

'Of that I have no doubt.' Nico deadpanned, his arm wrapping about her waist. He smiled then as he turned her to face the rest of their family and friends. He felt her lean against him, his smile growing wider as their spectators finally saw the joy, the peace, the serenity in her eyes, the anticipation in his. 'Is there anything you need right now little mouse?' He ducked his head and whispered the question into her ear. He felt her tremble against him, as she lowered her gaze to the floor, her smile growing positively radiant.

'I need to marry you.' She turned her face to him, her eyes finding his. 'And beyond that, I don't need or want anything else.'

'I organized cake.' Nico kept his expression neutral as he took her by the hand and led her towards the alter, through their family, their friends. 'For after.'

'I'm never gonna say no to cake.' Dani stepped closer to him, her head finding his shoulder, her body tucked intimately against his, their linked hands caught between them. 'And I'm never going to say no to you.'