AN: last chapter :) sorry for the delay. Busy weekend my daughters are really into dance (I'm a dance mom lol only not crazy) anyway it was the end of year recital/showcase this weekend. Busiest dance weekend of the year, and of course Father's Day.

So like I said last chapter. Thank you for all your enthusiasm for this little story. I'm a sucker for military homecoming videos on you tube. Also I have twins on the brain because my sister- in -law is expecting twin girls (identical) anyday now :)

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Chapter 7

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Four months later

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"Are you sure you don't want me to keep the girls?" Andrea asked as she bounced both of the twins on her hips as Carol ran around the apartment trying to decide what to wear, what to bring, get the girls diaper bags packed.

The girls were nine months old, old enough to be handful but not quite walking yet. They wanted to walk, and crawled and got into everything. She set Sophia in the playpen.

Andrea and her sister Amy had become a lifesaver since Carol had started back to school. Today Andrea had come over to help her ready the twins, and herself to head to the base.

Today was the day, Daryl was coming home. She was excited but also felt like she might throw up.

"I'm gonna puke."

Andrea rolled her eyes as she set Mikka down in the playpen with Sophia. "You're not going to puke...if you puke I'll kick your ass. That's my dress. You're gonna go, gonna finally see the man of your dreams again, and it's going to be fine".

Carol checked herself in the mirror one last time. Putting her cool hands to her cheeks trying to calm her nerves. The dress she was wearing wasn't helping her to relax. The red sundress was not something she would have normally picked for herself. Andrea had been after her for days to wear it to meet Daryl. "It does wonders for your boobs! Holy crap, I think I need to have a baby just so I can breastfeed!" Andrea had said when she'd put it on earlier.

The girls were dressed in matching pink dresses, the fine whiffs of strawberry blond hair pulled back in bows. Diaper bags packed, her twin stroller in the car, she felt like she had run a marathon just getting ready. But it was worth it. Suddenly her nerves seemed to disappear. She wanted today to be special, and it would. Not because of dresses, or preparing for any eventuality with the girls, because they were a family.

"Ok.." she said with a nod"I'm good."

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The airstrip at the base was crowded, Daryl watched through the window as the carrier approached plane landed. It seemed like a dream, for so long it had felt like this day would never come.

His commanding officers and the guys in his unit had been surprised when he had told him about Carol and the twins, but he'd wanted the world to know, hell he wanted to shout if from every godamn rooftop that they were his. It was his miracle in more ways than one. They were his family now. He wanted everything with Carol and the girls. He wanted it to be forever. He grinned at the feeling of the ring in his pocket. They'd had a layover in Germany and he'd found himself drawn to a jewellery store, all the while telling himself it was too soon, he'd scare her away but he couldn't help himself, he bought it anyway. He could almost see Merle rolling his eyes, and calling him the sweet one at his excitement.

He wished Merle could have met them, seen the girls, spent time with them. But he wasn't going to think about the what if's anymore. In the end he choose to believe that Merle wherever he was, wanted him to be happy. And he was.

Getting off the plane, they're was a band playing in the background and people everywhere. He put his hand up to shade his eyes as he walked along the Tarmac, watching for her. When he saw her.

She was sitting, someone had obviously given her a chair, most were standing, most weren't trying to hold two babies. . Her hair was longer than he remembered. Somehow he hadn't noticed in the videos. Stray red curls were flying in the wind. A red dress that dipped low on her breasts, the colour made her skin glow, and both babies nestled in her lap. She had her head bent low as she pointed out different things to them, he could tell she was speaking softly in their ears, smiling and nestling her cheek against their heads and then she saw him.

Her eyes filled with tears, her blue eyes so clearly full of happiness, from even steps away. He sunk down on his knees in front of her chair. Pressing his forehead to hers, his arms around the girls, he stared into Carol's eyes. The words slipping out of his mouth as his lips brushed hers. "Marry me.." he whispered.

She nodded, as his mouth was on hers, a muffled "Yes" murmured into his mouth, and then he felt two little hands on either of his cheeks. He pulled away with a chuckle looking down at the identical faces who were smiling at him both sucking on their fingers, giggling he was sure at whatever they thought he was doing to their mother. Suddenly their faces lit up, and just as he wondered if they recognized him from all the FaceTime they had done they last six months they both happily started to squeal filling his heart like Little Angels.

"Dada dada"