A/N: The time has come for "The Other Daughter" to end. I have enjoyed writing this story but I feel it is time to close the door on Aubrey and Hunter's story, at least for now. Thank you to everyone who supported this story and reviewed. I think the majority of you will be pleased with the ending. However, don't lose hope because there could always be a sequel on the horizon…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone from the WWE. I only own my characters.

EPILOGUE

One year later….

I watched Abby waddle from her toys on the patio to the grassy just below the first step. She bent over, intrigued, and studied the grass. She pulled a large patch from the ground, flopped on her bottom, and proceeded to eat it.

I guess old habits die hard.

Reluctantly, I got up from my seat and chased after her for the umpteenth time that day.

She was barely one year old and I was already wanted to strangle her.

Marissa stepped out of the house with a big bowl of potato salad.

"MEME!" Abby shouted. The grass was forgotten as she ran for Marissa and the potato salad.

Potato salad was her favorite food this week.

Marissa smiled and placed the bowl on the table, picking up Abby.

"PAPA, MEME! PAPA!"

"Not yet, Abby." Marissa said, gently "We have to wait until the chicken is done."

Marissa dusted off the grass from Abby's bottom as I walked up to the two them.

"Do you think the boys will make it home in time?" Marissa said, bouncing Abby on her hip.

I shrugged.

"I hope so. They barely made it for her birth as it was."

Declan and Kenyon came running out of nowhere, nearly throwing Shane into the bar-be-que pit.

"WATCH IT, BOYS!" Marissa yelled.

"SORRY!" They yelled in unison.

The glass door slid open and Aimee stepped out, a giant present in her hand.

"NA-NA!" Abby screamed, wiggling free from Marissa's grip.

Aimee set the present down and scooped up Abby into a big hug.

"How's the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world?"

"NA-NA! NA-NA!"
"Hey godmother" I said, kissing Aimee on the cheek.

"Hey, momma" she said, returning the kiss.

We moved back to the table, starting up a conversation. Abby, not old enough to appreciate the latest sale at Macy's, broke free from Aimee's grip, and waddled back to the patch of grass.

Glancing at her, I sighed and gave up.

"Don't worry" Marissa said, smiling "it only gets worse."

Aimee rolled her eyes.

"This coming from a woman eating for two."

Marissa rubbed her swollen belly.

"Three more months."

"And what's the sex of this one, again?"

"It's a surprise."
Aimee rolled her eyes again and leaned in closer to me.

"An excuse for another boy."

"I'll take what I can get."

The three of us looked up. Mom stepped out of the door, hands on her hips.

"I'm just happy one of my daughters finally gave me a baby girl."

Mom planted a kiss on my head, sat down, and winked at Marissa.

"Hopefully, my other daughter will me my second baby girl."

The sun set slowly as the four of us chatted away about mindless things.

"SOUP'S ON!" Shane yelled, wearing his 'KISS THE COOK' apron.

The man was a nerd, pure and simple.

Declan and Kenyon stopped mid-battle and ran for the table. After 20 minutes, Mom and I wrestled a screaming Abby into the high chair. Aimee put a slab of potato salad in front of her.

With tears on her cheeks, Abby shoved the food into her mouth and gummed it down.

I took a bite of chicken and, reaching for my diet coke, a chunk of potato salad flew into my drink.

I looked at Abby, whose favorite past time was throwing food instead of eating it, and saw the utmost look of joy on her face.

It only meant one thing.

"DADA!"

Abby wailed her arms and kicked her legs in a frenzy.

"Tend to your lady." Taker said, nudging him.

Smiling slyly, he walked over to her and lifted her out of her high chair, giving her a big kiss.

Abby's response was to cover his face in potato salad.

"Hey baby girl." Taker said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey daddy"

Vince came out shortly thereafter and the eleven of us ate Abby's birthday dinner.

An hour and hugs and kisses later, Abby sat on my lap and squealed in delight as mom brought out her mini birthday cake.

"Happy Birthday to you…"

I helped Abby blow out her candle (she mostly just threw spit all over the cake) and I placed her on the bottom of the patio.

Mom took out the candle and placed the cake in front of Abby who went to town.

Taker says hell raising runs in the family.

Meanwhile, Aimee went in the house to help mom with our cake; Vince was yelling at somebody on his phone (nothing new there), the boys were attacking Taker (who was winning without trying) and Shane and Marissa were rubbing her belly, talking excitedly about their new arrival.

I poured myself a glass of wine and went over to the railing, watching the sun set on the horizon.
I felt an arm around my shoulder and a kiss on my neck.

"She's just like her mamma" he said, smiling.

I smiled back and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"And let's not forget her daddy."

He gently placed a hand on my stomach.

"Wanna get started on that son of my mine tonight?" he said, grinning devilishly.

I snorted.

"When Abby turns 18, sure."

I kissed him again, a little bit more serious this time, and I leaned my head against his chest.

I watched as my engagement ring glistened in the low sunlight.

I was due to be Mrs. Paul Levesque in the fall.