Seventeen Years Later

Alivia POV

Trace pulled the car into the driveway of our giant home and parked the car.

I sighed in relief as we made it home from another mission safely."We're home," he smiled and kissed me softly. I laid my head on his shoulder and smiled. Two minutes later we unlocked the car.

"I wonder how the kids are," Trace said getting out.

I got out and walked to the trunk.

"I'm sure their practicing. Getting those acceptance letters was a big deal to them," I lifted my suitcase out of the trunk.

"We didn't need an acceptance letter to know that Peyton was going to get into Gallagher. She's your daughter," Trace said and grabbed my hand.

"Well we didn't need a letter from Blackthorne to know Matt was going to get in either. He is of course the spitting image of you," I smirked.

"Stop it," he frowned.

I smirked wider.

As we walked up the steps Trace grabbed my hand and said "We knew they were going to make it in from the beginning." "Why do you say that," I asked, placing my bag down to slid my arms around his neck.

"Because they're our kids," he whispered and kissed me.

I smiled against his lips and then pulled away.

"Well then let's go inside and see our kids."

He grinned and unlocked the door.

We dropped off our bags and headed and walked upstairs to the gym.

I told Trace a four story house would be too much but he didn't want to listen.

As we got closer to the gym sounds of grunting, yelling, and bodies hitting a matt filled the air.

Trace I walked hand in hand towards the sounds, smiling at each other. He leaned down and kissed my temple.

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

"Let's see how Matt is beating Peyton shall we," he asked.

"Excuse you? You have been beat enough times by Rebecca Moyer to know that being a girl has nothing to do with it. Peyton is going to beat Matt every time," I said matter of factly.

"How are you so sure," Trace raised an eyebrow.

"Observe" I opened the door right when Peyton flipped Matt and pinned him down with one knee.

I smiled at Trace with a "told ya" smile and walked in.

"Whatever," he mumbled, following me.

"How many times is that grandma," Peyton asked, flipping her bangs out of her eyes.

"Ten to three," my mom laughed.

My dad looked at Matt and laughed.

Matt's unruly curly hair was even messier than usual and covered the look of wanting to quit in his eyes.

"You need some work Matty."

Matt propped himself up on his elbows and flipped his hair.

"I keep losing to a girl!"

Peyton spun and kicked him in the chest, knocking him on his back.

"You keep losing to a Gallagher Girl," she corrected and then helped him up.

Peyton blew her bright blonde hair out of her eyes and then spotted us.

"Mom! Dad!"

Peyton ran straight for Trace and practically knocked him over. Matt grinned and walked over to us. I hugged my baby boy tightly and then pulled back.

"How have you guys been? Have you been doing your training regularly? Have you been stretching properly? You guys have been running every morning right," I asked.

"Calm down Cammie," my dad joked.

My mom rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I've made sure they've been working hard."

Trace walked over to my mom and gave her a hug and shook hands with my dad.

"How was your mission," Peyton asked, bumping Matt with her hip. "Classified," Trace smirked. Matt bumped Peyton back.

She grabbed his waist, spun him around, and kicked his butt. He rolled back onto the matt and then turned around to face her. "You're dead Pey!" Peyton rolled her eyes and then flipped over to him. She landed squarely on both feet and then squared off ready to spar.

"Bring it Matty."

As they launched into another fight I turned to my mom.

"Any news?"

"The gang was planning on coming over so they could throw a Blackthorne/Gallagher going away party."

"Including Bex, Macey, Liz, Grant, Preston, Jonas, Rachel, Joe, Abby, and Edward," my dad added.

"I can't wait to see them!"

"It's going to be good having everyone together again," Trace slipped an arm around my waist and smiled.

[{Two hours later}]

You would think that after getting back from a mission your friends and family would let you have time to rest.

Well not my family.

I stood in the bathroom mirror and stared at my reflection.

My skin was flawless (thanks to Kodi and Ames for mixing makeup and science experiments together and using me as a lab rat) and there was no sign I ever went through torture or struggle.

My head and heart knew…and that was more than enough for me to endure.

I placed my hands on my belly and gave a small smile.

I still hadn't told Trace yet.

"Hey sexy," Trace slid his arms around my waist and smiled at me in the mirror.

His hands ran over my tight shirt on my belly.

Then he froze.

"Liv…," he started.

I smiled sheepishly at him and his face broke into a huge grin.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was planning on it today actually," I turned in his arms.

He kissed me gently and then said "I can't wait for another Anderson to be walking around!"

"Umm actually baby…," I bit my lip, "there's going to be…two more Andersons walking around."

"Even better," he picked me up and spun me around.

"The legacy will continue even after Peyton and Matt graduate!"

I smiled and brought my hands down to his chest.

"The best thing is…no more Circle."

He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered "Exactly."

[{Twenty Minutes Later}]

Everyone arrived at separate times naturally.

With my parents friends Bex and Grant came first.

Next came Liz and Jonas.

Then came Macey and Preston.

Lastly my grandmother, grandfather, aunt and uncle came in together.

Kodi and Alex came first with Brandon who immediately tackled Matt to the ground and shoved his acceptance letter in his face. Matt pushed him off him and pulled his out of his back pocket.

Next came Amelia and Jake.

They had their son and daughter: Jack and Audrey both of them 11 months apart.

Those kids are barely like their parents. They are super athletic and have incredible senses of balance. But they do take after their mother's phonographic memory and their father's incredible hacking skills.

Lastly came Reb and Dondre with their triplets Bryan, Josie, and three kids were quiet like their dad but always got their word in and fought and hit you unnecessarily like their mother.n

Our entire family was here.

The kids immediately went to the gym to work out.

The adults stayed in the living room and talked and laughed.

It was good to have everyone here again safe for now.

[{Seven hours later}]

Later when everyone had left and the kids were sleeping I lay with my body curled into Trace's.

His fingers ran over the skin that my shirt had failed to cover as I slid against him.

I closed my eyes and breathed against his chest.

"Is something wrong baby," he asked quietly.

I shook my head and pressed my forehead against his chest.

"Everything's perfect."