Guys...this is the last chapter. I think I'm going to cry.

This chapter takes place four years after the birth.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Proud Parents

"Last up in the talent portion of the competition is our reigning champion, Angela Rogers." The announcer says.

Steve and Peggy's four-year-old daughter Angela Rogers is a beauty pageant queen. One of the reasons she always wins is because she is as cute as a button and unlike her other competitors, she's a good sport. Peggy's into the pageantry for the excitement and to put her daughter in small, fancy dresses, Steve's forced to take photos, and Angela's twin brother, Xavier, is here with no say.

The audience claps as Angela walks on stage. She's in a pink ballet ensemble with her blonde hair done up in a tight bun. Angela stands in the middle of the stage in the first position and waits for the music to start. As it starts, she begins dancing.

"Mommy," Xavier says tugging at the corner of her coat, "I'm bored."

"Hush Xavier." Peggy replies hypnotized by her daughter spinning on pointed toes.

Xavier looks up at his dad who mouths that he's sorry for everything. Xavier sulks back into his seat as Steve snaps photos of his little girl jumping in the air. Xavier looks over and even though he's four and doesn't know much of the behavior of adults, he's been in enough pageants to know what jealousy looked like. He sees it on all the moms here minus his own. The only reason his mom is never jealous is because she has no reason to. Her daughter was always the champion.

As Angela's routine came to an end, everyone rises up in their seats to applaud. Especially her mother. Her dad is proud as well even though he objectifies the idea of all pageants and usually says nothing to his wife about it. Xavier despises being here because he's always bored and is the only four-year-old boy here, although he loves seeing his sister perform.

"I still can't believe I made a ballerina." Steve says almost tearing up.

"We made a ballerina." Peggy corrects kissing him on the cheek. Xavier gags a bit. Peggy looks down at her son and gives him a big kiss on the forehead which leaves a lipstick mark. Xavier squeals a bit as Peggy wipes it away.

"I think we should take the kids to England." Steve tells Peggy. "I mean, the kids love your family as I can tell from the phone calls. And I think Xavier will be the best in polo."

"He's too young to be playing polo." Peggy replies. "When he's older, he can."

"What's polo?" Xavier questions.

"It's croquet on horses." Steve replies. It isn't really, but that's the only way Xavier would understand it.

The host of the pageant walks back on stage and all the little girls competing were behind him in a straight line. Angela's no longer wearing her ballet tutu but a pink dress and her hair was out of the bun but in curls just at her shoulders. And of course, no little girl on that stage was without makeup or glitter. Angela's makeup was more simple compared to the others.

"After a tough decision," the host says, "our judges have come to a result. The winner of the beauty pageant is: no surprise, Angela Rogers."

In that split second, Steve snaps a photo, Angela jumps in the air, Peggy screams with thrill, and Xavier claps as loud as possible. The other moms clap only out of respect as Angela runs off the stage with her tiara on her head and a giant bouquet of roses in her little arms. She jumps into her dad's arms and Xavier looks at her from above.

"Congrats my baby." Steve says hugging his daughter tightly.

"Thanks daddy." Angela replies.

"Where's mommy?" Xavier questions.

The three of them turn around to see Peggy having a verbal fight with some of the other moms. Steve turns his kids eyes away from the argument. Usually the other moms would pick a fight with Peggy because Angela always won and they were envious. In Peggy's defense, she's not to blame. She wasn't the one competing, Angela was.

Moments after, Peggy returns to them and she sees Steve taking pictures of the twins.

"What did they want this time?" Steve feels the need to ask.

Peggy hugs and congratulates her daughter as she hears Steve's question.

"The usual." Peggy replies. "They all want their daughters to win, so I said they can win the next one."

"Why?" Angela asks her.

"Because, Sweetie, we're going to go to England." Peggy replies. The twins cheer with each other. Steve looks at her and she nods her head. "It'll be fun."

The parents look at their twins.

"Here." Angela says as she gives Xavier one of the roses from her bouquet. "You can have one."

"What am I supposed to do with it?" Xavier says looking at the flower.

"You give it to the girl you love." Angela replies. "But you can't give it back to me. I know you love me because I'm your sister, but you can't give it to me because I'm your sister. That'd be weird."

Xavier looks at his mom and hands her the rose. Peggy gasps and takes the rose before kissing her son again. Steve laughs and captures that moment in a photo.

"That's good." Peggy tells Xavier. "I should be the only woman in your life who you can give roses to. Don't grow up so fast."

"And Angela," Steve says looking at his daughter, "your boyfriends better be coming to me for permission before asking you on dates. Okay?"

"Okay." Both twins reply.

Steve and Peggy look at each other proudly.

"We're good parents, aren't we?" Peggy asks him although she already knows the answer.

"We are." Steve says.

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