Disclaimer: I don't own The OC or the song used in this chapter. The song is Someday You will be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie from the album Plans.

A/N-This chapter is a lot happier than the last chapter. I kind of screwed around with the meaning of this chapter due to the fact that I wanted to write a happy oneshot. So yea. The line that's from this song is pretty obvious. Oh, alwayslove guessed the line from the last one, it was "You never said this wasn't what you wanted" in case anyone cared to know. And the kids that Seth and Summer have in this oneshot will probably be back in other oneshots for this, just because it's easier to have one set of kids than 20 or something. Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and to Meg for editing. Please review!


Someday You will be Loved by Death Cab for Cutie

Sometimes Seth wondered why he and Summer had decided to have four kids.

Well, they hadn't really decided. Originally, they had thought they were just going to have two. But after they had the twins, they decided to have one more. They had been happy with their three kids. But then, there was the celebration of their anniversary where they drank a little too much and then there was baby number four.

He loved all four of his kids, he really did. But when they were all being individual pains he didn't love them so much.

Perhaps it was because they had all gotten his needing attention problem that they were all vying for attention at the same time. It made for a really loud house, which he thought normal for his and Summer's children. Quiet children made him nervous, like Ryan and Taylor's two kids. They were way too quiet for him.

But today, he had actually needed silence in the house. He was working on his book, his second one to be published. He had been stuck for a while and had hit a breakthrough on it. And then the loudness had started and even though he had thought Summer had it under control, he was apparently wrong as it had just gotten louder.

"Seth, could you come and help me put them to bed?" Summer poked her head into the room, their year old daughter, Rebecca in her arms.

"Sum, I'm working on this."

"I know but seriously, I need your help now."

Seth sighed and got up. It wasn't like he was getting anything written anyway. He took Rebecca from her. "Who am I putting to bed tonight?"

"You get the twins. Just to let you know, Felicity has been crying since she came home from school."

"Why now?"

"I don't know. She went up to her room and wouldn't say a word to me. Ophelia seemed fine, I don't think that it was a fight between the two."

"I'll investigate." He kissed Rebecca, giving her back to Summer. "Tell Connor I said goodnight." Connor, four years old, was Seth and Summer's only son but he loved his sisters. Seth made sure he spent a lot of time with Connor, considering they were greatly outnumbered. Even their dog was a female, so he had decided since Connor was born that they needed to stick together.

He walked to Felicity and Ophelia's room, letting himself inside. Ophelia was already cuddled in her bed, waiting for her father to come tuck her in. Felicity was the exact opposite of that, as she was sitting up in her bed, sniffling.

"Hey FeeBee, what's wrong?"

"She won't tell you anything Daddy," Ophelia spoke up from her bed. "She won't say anything."

Seth looked at his two nine year old daughters. He wanted to know what was wrong with Felicity, though knowing his rather overdramatic daughter, it probably wasn't too much.

"Do you know Ophelia?"

"Of course I do!"

"Will you tell me?"

Ophelia looked between her dad and her sister, obviously having a problem deciding what she should do. She had never really been stopped from telling her sister's secrets before--like when she broke the vase in the living room. So she didn't really think anything should stop her now.

"Adam Hart told her that he didn't love her."

Behind him, he heard Felicity gasp, obviously angered by the fact that her sister had said something.

"Ophelia I can't believe that you told!"

Ophelia just shrugged. "Eh, nothing's ever stopped me before. I find it hard to keep secrets anyway."

Seth smiled at her and then turned his attention to his other daughter. "So who is this Adam Hart and do I have to go do some butt kicking?"

"Adam Hart is the boy that every girl in our class is in love with," Ophelia supplied.

"Would that include you?" Seth questioned.

"Eh, no. He had me for a while last month. It's Felicity's turn now."

Seth raised his eyebrow. "What is this about you and him?"

"He kissed me, that was it. We were over before we even started."

"We're going to talk about that later because you are nine and should not be kissing boys."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "I'm almost ten."

"That doesn't change anything."

"Dad, she's the one who needs you."

"Right," Seth turned his attention back to Felicity. "So now what's all this about him not loving you?"

"I-I told him that I loved him," she sniffled, "and he said that he-he loved Casey Neal!"

"It's true, I was there," Ophelia lowered her voice to a whisper, "it wasn't pretty."

"He knew how much I loved him!" Felicity started to cry harder.

Seth sighed. Why Summer had sent him to deal with this was beyond him. He didn't know what to say.

"Okay, FeeBee. I'm going to give you some advice that I want you to remember forever okay?"

Felicity looked at her dad, nodding her head.

"Someday you will be loved. And it will be a lot more meaningful than the love you would have gotten from Adam What's His Face. Okay? I even found love and look at me. I'm a pretty funny-looking guy and I thought it was going to be impossible. Apparently, your mom saw something in me. Not sure what, I'm still trying to figure that one out."

Both Ophelia and Felicity giggled at him. He was glad that he was able to get Felicity to laugh, but he wasn't done yet.

"And I want you to tell that boy that if he isn't nice to you, I'm going to come and find him."

"Seth," Summer's voice sounded from the door, where she was watching them.

"Okay, fine. I want you to show that boy that you are way better than him and that he means nothing to you." Seth looked at Summer. "Is that better?"

"I suppose."

"Okay, girls. Time for you to go to bed. And you Ophelia, you need to stop kissing boys until you're over the age of 40. And I'm serious about that."

"No you're not Daddy."

"Oh yes, I am. I will hunt down any boy who even comes close to you. The same goes for you for too Felicity."

"Goodnight girls," Summer said, pulling Seth out of the room. "Are you going to go back down and write more?"

"Nah, I think I need to get over the fact that my baby girls are kissing and telling boys they're in love."

"They're growing up, soon enough they'll be having boyfriends for real."

"Ah, do not talk about that!" Seth exclaimed, lying back against the pillows on their bed. "I cannot handle that."

Summer laid down next to him, burying her head into his arm. "I'm so tired."

Seth ignored Summer. "At least we still have Rebecca. She's only one, I've got a good fifteen years left before I lose her to any boys."

"Think of how fast those fifteen years will go. The past year with her has gone fast, the four years with Connor have gone even faster, and the almost ten years for the twins."

"Are you trying to make me feel worse about this?"

"No, but I'm trying to make sure that you don't freak out when all of the sudden you're walking one of the girls down the aisle--"

"Shhh, Summer I don't want to hear about that!" Seth exclaimed.

"Oh grow up Seth." Summer rolled her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, you know what I just realized." Seth sat up, making an unhappy Summer have to move.

"Please, enlighten me since you've already so rudely made me move."

"If they're growing up, that means I'm growing up."

"Yes, you usually do have a birthday every year. Remember, yours was about three months ago. You're 34 now."

"No! I am not 34. When did that happen?!"

"We just went over this Cohen. It was 3 months ago." She poked his stomach. "Lay back down. I was comfortable."

"No, I just cannot get over this. In nine more months I'm going to be 35. I'm almost middle age!"

"And you're a huge drama queen." She poked him again. "Come on, let me be comfy."

"You're still 33."

"Yes, because my birthday is later than yours, therefore I turn 34 later than you. Come on, Rebecca could understand this better than you."

"I resent that comment." Seth finally laid back down, allowing Summer to once again get comfortable.

"Face it Seth, you're getting old, our kids are getting old, everyone is just getting old."

"You're not helping."

"I know."

"We've been together since we were sixteen. That's a really long time."

"Longer than most couples."

"Did you ever think that we were going to be together this long?"

Summer nodded her head. He peered down at her.

"Okay, that might be a bit of a lie, considering I hated you for the better part of our junior year. But after that, I was pretty sure that we were."

"Mhmm, because I'm obviously the greatest lover you've ever had, therefore you just couldn't get rid of me."

"Uh, yea, if that's what you think. Though, before I started dating you, I was convinced I was going to meet this guy who sent me this note."

"What note? You've never mentioned any note to me."

"It was when we were a lot younger--"

"Because we're old now!" Seth exclaimed.

She ignored him and continued talking. "And it was right after Elliot Neal broke up with me. I was heartbroken because he was the first boy that I really thought loved me. And then I got this note in my locker and it said "Someday you will be loved". I was convinced for the longest time that I was going to find that guy and marry him."

Both fell silent for the next few months, obviously enjoying the silence that they normally did not get to have.

"Sum?"

"Mhmm?"

"That note that you were just talking about? Yea, I was the one who sent it."

"You what?"

"I was the one who sent it. You always knew that I was a creepy boy who liked to follow what happened to you. I knew that Elliot broke up with you and that you were really upset by it. I thought that sending you that would cheer you up."

"Please tell me you are just joking. Because if it's true it's way too freaky of a coincidence."

"Nope, I'm not joking. I really sent it. I just gave the same advice to Felicity."

"So I actually did end up marrying the sender of the note," Summer muttered.

"What would have happened if the sender of the note ended up being your father? Or like Marissa? Or--"

"Well, it ended up being the right person. I always knew that it would be. I just cannot believe that it was you. I seriously wondered all of those years who sent it and now I know."

"Yea. I always knew that I would end up with you. Obviously that was just one of my techniques to get women. Yep, I knew it would work."

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."

"What moment?"

"The moment that I am currently having because I finally realized I'm with the man I was always supposed to be with."

"And you didn't know that before? Huh. I'm a little insulted right now. You doubted our relationship?"

"No. I just…now it's a definite that we were always supposed to be together."

"I've always been telling you that. And now, 18 years later you agree with me. Geez, it took you long enough."

"Still ruining the moment. I like it better when you are quiet."

"You love it when I talk to you. And do other things." He kissed her. "Especially when I--"

"Mommy!"

"Oh that sucks," Seth groaned. "Just ignore him. He's four, he should learn how to not be dependent on his parents."

"You are horrible. I wasn't going to let you get anywhere with me anyway, so you can just put that idea away." Summer got off the bed, heading out of the room.

Seth sighed, adjusting himself. He smiled. He couldn't believe she still remembered that note. He had forgot he sent it.

It had been his intentions to sign the note so she would have known that it was his and then she would have fallen in love with him. At the last minute, he had chickened out, and just sent it saying the words. He hadn't ever really expected her to ever even acknowledge it, let alone remember about it.

Summer came back into the room, resuming her previous position.

"How's Connor?"

"He was apparently in some desperate need of water and couldn't reach his cup in the bathroom. I nearly had a panic attack when I didn't see him in his room."

"Are you ever going to not freak out about them when they are not in the last place you left them?"

"Is that a real question? Of course I'm always going to freak out, they're my children. What would you do if you went into Connor's room and he wasn't there where you had left him?"

"Probably call you so you could freak out."

"Of course you would." Summer yawned. "I'm going to bed now. Are you?"

"Um, I actually think I just got an idea for my novel. I think I'm going to go work on that right now." He moved off the bed, kissing her softly. "I mean, you wouldn't have sex with my tonight, so what else am I going to do."

"You're an ass you know that?"

"You married me."

"Unfortunately," she smiled at him. "See you in the morning. You get to take them to school tomorrow."

"Night."

"I love you."

"I love you too, just like I told you I would. Because when I sent you that note, I meant to put that someday you would be loved by me. And you'll always be loved by me."