A/N: This isn't really an epilogue but just a summary and a prelude to many more chapters that will really happen in the future. I have no more muse right now to continue this work, but I am sure there will be times in the future that something will spark my creativity and I will be ready to revisit it. Thanks to all of you who have followed, reviewed, and read this story. As the work began with Mimi's POV, I thought it would be fitting to temporarily end it there for now. During the Spring I should be back with whatever I write in the future for this tale, so don't be dismayed if it's a long hiatus for me. Thanks again for your support. Most of this little epilogue is a response to the wonderful whoknowstv review. It gave me the spark to write which I needed, so thanks to her this little eppy exists.

Epilogue One

Dear Journal,

Can you believe that I am eleven years old? The first time I addressed you, I was ten and my mom had married my teacher Mr. Evans. Since then a lot has happened.

My mom had not one but two babies that I got to help name. My parents knew of my love of anagrams and gave me first choice at their first names. I chose the names Aidan and Nadia. When I looked up their meanings, I knew that these would be perfect names for my youngest siblings. Aidan means little fire and he has a fiery personality just like our mom. And Nadia means hope. Something our family and the world needed at the time of their birth. Their full legal names are Nadia Love-Paz Evans and Aidan Luke-Pax Evans. My mom had the scheduled C-section on their birthdays because she started to follow her bed rest and allowed both my grandmothers to take care of the house and hire professional cleaners to get the home ready for the newest members of our family.

Also, before my little brother and sister entered the world, my mom let me go to doctor visits, and her doctor explained to me everything and even though I still knew that there were risks, I felt confident in knowing that my mom had one of the best doctors in the United States, and with my therapy sessions, I was able to talk through my problems. I had a lot of issues that were buried down deep inside. The first being how my mom never talked to me about my dad Mike's side of my family. It really hurt me to find out that he didn't have a relationship with his father after being disowned for deciding to pursue a career in dance in theater and not in medicine. And how his mother disowned him when he married my mom because she was black and not Asian. Dealing with this knowledge hurt but it helped me to understand why I didn't have a relationship with the Changs, and why my dad had wanted to legally change his last name to Jones because of how my mom's side of the family fully accepted him and his family didn't. My mom convinced him to settle for hyphenating our names, because in the industry, Mike Chang was a well respected name. After my father's death, my grandmother had reached out to the Changs, but the family wanted nothing to do with his funeral neither did they acknowledge my mom as their daughter in law nor my sister and I as their grandchildren.

Dealing with this abandonment in therapy with my mom and my sister in family therapy was something that I didn't know I needed until it happened. This also drew me closer to Kade and Craig who had the same issues with their birth mother. Craig and I grew closer together because Shelly and Kade really didn't react the way that we as their older siblings did. Craig and I truly became brother and sister because I could come to him and talk to him about things that in the past that I kept bottled in. All of my concerns or just issues that I didn't feel comfortable talking to our parents about, I could come to Craig and he just listened, and that is what I needed the most. When he found out about my night terrors, he set up a tent in Shelly's and my bedroom with an air mattress and two sleeping bags for him and Kade. He would wake me up whenever I would cry out in my sleep and comfort me or go and get our parents if I was too distraught. He really was a good big brother even though sometimes he did get on my last nerve around my time of the month.

Yep, my period soon came on after all of my emotional outbursts which wasn't surprising to any of the females in my family. My newfound attitude was a monthly occurrence that everybody in the family got used to and would just side eye me with that it just her time of the month look. My mom is the only person who I could really talk to about this, and she was real cool and thankfully the sanest person in our family again after giving birth and going through therapy. She was the one person in our family who needed therapy the most. She should have gone right after my dad died, because she had issues, too. We all went to family therapy later back then, but she never went to individual therapy. I know a lot of people look down on people who go to therapy but they don't know what they are missing. Mental and emotional health are just as important as physical health and going to therapy helped our family understand that although we knew how to say the right things our actions and words were not a true reflection of what was going on in our lives.

Furthermore, even though we went to therapy, we were not the happily ever after family of fairy tales and sitcoms. We still had drama, and the most dramatic was Shelly. The biggest change in our family dynamic was Shelly. At first she was excited about the babies coming home, but as soon as she saw the attention that she was used to getting going to the babies, she began to act out. My grandmothers were not having any of this, and this problem was nipped in immediately in the bud according to my mother. My mother knew how to make all of us feel special, and she never neglected any of us. And our dad who was initially consumed with the twins, but after changing the hundredth dirty diaper was over his hyper focus on the youngest members of our family and was equally attentive to us all. Blaine who helped my mom with the twins during the day was given help with hiring of a house cleaner who would come twice a week as soon as our grandmothers were able to separate themselves from the babies.

Life at our home is very hectic with teething babies and a hormonal teenager and pre-teens, but we all have learned to work as the Evans Eight as a team to make sure that we were able to meet the demands that living in a huge and active household required once the grandparents had left. My mom has decided to retire from the industry, and my dad had resigned from the school working on his art at his home studio that was originally going to be dad's, Mike dance studio.

In order to keep my daddy Mike's memory active in our lives, my sister and I are continuing to take dance lessons. I am even a part of dance team that Shelly is also a part of, and we go to competitions that I have won a few of. I have just started ballet, and ballet is no joke and I have the ugly dancing feet to prove it. My dad Sam even used his art skills to edit film and film me with a green screen dancing with my dad for part of my 11th birthday present, and this was the best present ever. He said he got the idea from Nat King Cole's and Natalie Cole's duet of Unforgettable.

Well, that is enough catching you all up with what is going on with the Evans' Eight for now. Writing about that video causes me to tear up because I am fortunate to have two awesome dads and that is like the best thing to ever happen to me as of now. I will come back periodically with milestones like the twins' first birthday, my first date, and other journal worthy events now that I am no longer being required to daily keep this journal for therapy purposes only.