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Chapter one: 16 years later.
Mikaela's point of view:
It has been sixteen years since I met my husband, father of my children, and love of my life Samuel James Witwicky. Fourteen years since he first told me that he loved me, eleven years since we got married and eight years since we had our fist child.
I watch his little chest rise and fall as he lays there fast asleep under his racecar sheets. I run my fingers through his brown hair, that he inherited from his father.
"Evan, its time to get up buddy."
His blue eyes open slowly. "Five more minutes, mommy." He says closing them again.
I give him five more minutes, as I sit beside his bed watching him sleep a little longer and when the five minutes pass I softly tell him again that its time to get up. This time he rubs his eyes and crawls out of bed, giving me a good morning hug.
"Clothes are on your dresser, buddy. Dad's fixing breakfast, it'll be done in ten minutes." I smiled walking out of his room and down the hall into the next.
Opening the door I see dolls laying all over the hardwood floor, I shake my head at how fast her room can get dirty. I step over all the mess and make my way to her bed, placing my hand on her back whisper in her ear that its time to get up.
She is usually our hardest child to wake up and today is no exception, Her long brown hair and big blue eyes, that are identical to her brothers. She is the perfect mixture of both Sam and me.
"Paige?" I say softly moving the hair out of her face and seeing her still sleeping.
I do what I do every morning since she started pre-school and I scoop her up in my arms carrying her out of her room and downstairs to breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen, I see Sam flipping pancakes over the stove. He sees me and flashes me a smile "Hey beautiful."
"Morning." I smile walking over to him giving him a kiss, Paige still clinging to me.
I sit Paige down in one of the chairs beside Evan, and I see Nicholas sitting in his high chair eating a bowl of spilt cheerios off the trey.
"Hi Nicky." I smile giving him kiss on his head full of brown curls.
"Mama." He said in between each cheerio that entered his mouth.
Nicholas looks just like Sam, his hair is the same, his eyes are the same, and even their personalities are similar. Both of them always smiling and laughing about something.
"Breakfast is served." I hear Sam say bring pancakes and bacon to the table.
"Yummy." I smile at him and then look over at Evan and Paige who are half asleep in their chairs.
"Paiger Rager." I smile saying the nickname Sam gave her. "Ready to eat?"
She lets out a yawn and looks over at me giving me a look that tells me she's still grumpy and tired. Sam sees it to and lets out a laugh, while he puts some breakfast on everyone's plate.
"Milk or Juice?" I ask Evan.
"Juice." He reply's in a yawn.
I pour him a glass of juice, hand it to him and ask Paige the same question.
"Miwk." She says, still not pronouncing her L's right.
I think to myself how cute she is and how much she acts like me sometimes. She is only four years old, but has the attitude of a teenager.
Forty-five minutes later and breakfast is finished and everyone is about to leave for school. I finish packing Evan and Paige's lunchbox's and then head up stairs to make sure Paige's outfit is put on right.
Walking into her room I see Paige already dressed, playing with her dolls on the floor waiting on me to fix her hair. I pick a big white bow, that matches her pink dress and white tights that she already has on, off her dresser and snap it in her hair.
"Lip gloss?" She asks looking up at me.
"I don't think daddy will like that to much." I say back picking up her black Mary Jane's off the floor and putting them on her feet.
"Pwease, mommy." She begs.
"Your too cute, you know that? Just a little clear lip gloss." I say picking her up and carrying her into our master bathroom, sitting her on the counter.
I open one of the drawers, pulling out a tube of clear lip gloss and applying a little to her lips.
"Rub it in." I say putting the tube back.
'Thank you, mommy." She smiles.
"Lets go, Paiger Raiger." I smile back, picking her up and carrying her back downstairs.
I watch Sam put Paige in her car seat, as Evan buckles up in the front seat.
"Bye buddy, have a good day at school." I say giving him a kiss, Nicholas on my hip. "I love you."
"Love you to, mom." he says back.
"I wuve you to mommy." I hear Paige say from the backseat.
"I love you to, baby girl."
I walk over to the other side of bumblebee.
"Be careful." I smile giving Sam a goodbye kiss.
"Always." He smiles. "I Love you."
"Love you too."
"Drive safe bumblebee." I say patting the hood and walking back up to the front porch with Nick.
I stand there on the porch watching them pull out of the driveway and onto the road. If you would have told me sixteen years ago that I would be married to Sam Witwicky, I probably wouldn't have believed you, but now I couldn't imagine my life any different. I love my husband, I love my kids, and I love my life.
A cluster of one-shots about Sam and Mikaela's life now, sixteen years later.
