Here's the last chapter. It's been a ride, a crazy one. I think this is the first story I started. I was in love with Kennash and hated how the show did them wrong then I had this AU idea come out of nowhere and with my team of lovely helpers and supporters, this came into fruition. Up until this point, I had written chapters as if they were the end of the book, but this one is. In this journey, Kenna and Bash have separated, divorced, found their way back to each other, dealt with personal mental health journeys, had a daughter, got remarried and adopted their second son. I really enjoyed this story and ending this means that I have more time for ATEOTB and Eighteen. So I hope you enjoy this story.

*There won't be a sequel but maybe one day, I'll think about doing one, no matter how short.

I have introduced Elisabeth and Margaret Valois in this last chapter. They weren't present somewhat, but as Bash work on his family life and connecting with siblings lost and found, I thought it was fitting to have his younger sisters come for the last chapter to show how much his healing journey has improved his life.

The first part is around Summertime, late July or early August. Then it leads to December with the family spending Christmas together.

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BlerBlerBler [chapter 33]: I loved Pascal in the show. It gave Bash and Kenna a lovely little family unit so I thought it was fitting to have them adopt him rather than some OC character. :D

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"Do we really need to hang that up?" Bash asks his wife, pointing at the new birth certificate on the wall of her new study with the perfect view of their expansive garden.

Kenna nods proudly. "Yes, yes we do," she replies easily. "It's official, we are parents of three wonderful children and we have to show it somehow! With Pascal's new adoption certificate with his new name!"

"Then, why don't you hang Adrien's and Perrine's birth certificates up as well?"

"I will," Kenna says happily. "I just needed to remind myself that this is real."

She shifts the framed paper a bit and steps back, crossing her arms and pursing her lips. She looks at it, a smile gracing her features as she turns to her husband who playfully glares at her.

"You're too mumsy," he says.

"Is that a bad thing?" She asks, shrugging. "Jesus, I forgot to buy drinks and alcohol for the housewarming party!"

"I've already sorted that out," Bash tells her. "As you were going around putting certificates up on walls and throw pillows everywhere."

Kenna playfully rolls her eyes. "Okay, you move a few sofas and beds around and you think that's how interior designing is done?"

"I've never really had the need to interior design," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks around. "I guess this is my first proper home that I have a say in what goes where."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't," he says, laughing. "Can I do our room at least?"

Kenna tuts. "Fine," she agrees. "I'll check on the kids and you put that desk up for me, please, mon amour!"

"Oui, mon chéri," he replies, picking up the box.

She heads out of her study and into the spacious kitchen and family room area. She stops in surprise, taking some time to herself to get used to the large interiors. It seems like Paris was a lifetime away, her and Bash's bedroom just a little bigger than their new one now. The kitchen is fairly the same size like in France and Kenna shakes her head, smiling to herself.

"I'm sorry that I ditched you," she tells Mary, taking a seat on the sofa. "Is she feeding well?" She asks, eyeing the children who watch a movie on the new flatscreen TV.

Mary nods, lifting the cover to check Rose. "She is. God, she eats and eats and eats. What is it with our kids being so gluttonous?

"It's definitely from our husbands' side. All of them, obsessed with our breasts for some reason," Kenna replies, making them laugh. "Do you like your new house?"

"I do. Do you like yours, neighbour?"

Kenna giggles. "I do, I really do. I've just put up Pascal's new certificate up. He's no longer Pascal Allais. He's Pascal Laurent Daniel de Poitiers," she says, clapping happily. It's still surreal to her, but she knows it's real.

"So you gave him all of Bash's names? Middle names included?"

Kenna nods, shrugging. "We couldn't really think of anything else that fits. And Adrien and Perrine both have three names as well including their first names so, we named Pascal after Bash. One French name and one name from the Bible. He... Pascal told us he wants to be baptised."

Mary gasps, placing a hand on Kenna's wrist as she quickly glances at the boy. "Does he?"

"He does," Kenna confirms. "We know that his birth parents weren't overly religious and he's been coming to Church with us on Sundays... At first, we didn't let him go to Sunday School, but since he's asked, we should let him right?"

Mary nods, smiling. "That's great. Honestly, it is. You should do that. Have the talk with him and see what he believes in."

"We don't want to force Catholicism down his throat or anything. We've already shocked him by telling him he'll start a private Catholic school in Autumn... I feel like we're pushing him too quickly," Kenna says. "I don't want him to freak out about anything. He'll have to be baptised before they start school."

"From what I've seen, Pascal is a strong boy. He can handle whatever life throws at him and just take things slowly. Don't rush anything, give him time," Mary replies. "You guys have got this."

"Mum?"

Kenna turns to the children. "Yes, Pascal?" Then she freezes and her eyes meet Pascal's who also realises what he's just said.

To him, it seems so natural. She's his mum, she looks like his birth mother in a way although maybe his memories have been altered and he believes that they share similarities. He's always called her 'Kenna' until now and he stopped himself from calling Bash 'Dad' last week. But, everything is official now.

"C-Can we go and play outside now?" Pascal asks, going with it.

Kenna beams. "Yeah, honey. Don't go on the trampoline yet, boys. Your fathers haven't put it up properly."

"Okay!" The kids yell, getting up and heading outside as Anne glares after them.

"You can join them, Annie-Bun," Mary tells her eldest daughter.

Anne scowls, turning to her. "I will play with Perrine instead. Even if she has her gooey everywhere."

"Gooey?" Kenna asks, confused.

"Saliva, spit-up," Mary says, waving her hand. "Anne's a little neat freak now. Don't mind her, she's just jealous and petty about everything since we brought Rose home."

Kenna chuckles. "Annie, do you want to help me choose some paint colours for Perrine Aveline's room?"

Anne nods, getting up from the floor. "Yellow. Everywhere. It's bright and happy!" She says.

Kenna reaches out and runs her fingers through Anne's blonde curls. "You're so precious. And yellow isn't a bad idea at all. Did you help Mummy and Daddy with Rose's?"

"Yeah," Anne says proudly. "We went with baby pink."

"Francis hated it," Mary says. "But what Queen Anne wants-"

"Queen Anne gets," Kenna finishes, laughing.

Her eyes land on the photo above the fireplace and she grins. It is the photo taken the day they took the kids to the zoo and all she sees is happiness. She never would have imagined such a thing a few years ago, but everything's changed for the better.

"That's a beautiful family picture," Mary states. "I want something like that done. A day out with the kids, just natural and happy. We need a new family photo now that Rose's here."

Kenna turns to her. "I hear beaches and zoos are wonderful to capture happy memories."

"I'll bear that in mind," Mary says, smiling softly as her gaze goes to her new baby. "Family is everything..."

...

"Bash," Francis calls his brother, handing him his phone a week later at work. "It's Elisabeth."

Bash raises his eyebrows. "She hasn't called in years," he mumbles, taking the phone. "Bonjour, Elisabeth. How's it going?"

"Bien. It's good to hear from you. I heard from Maman that Francis and Mary had the baby and I just had to call them and well, you," Lissie says. "So, how have you been, big brother?"

Bash gives Francis a look and the blonde grins, winking before he leaves Bash's office. Just like every mother out there who gives the phone to their child and tells them to speak to relatives. Not that he doesn't want to speak to his half-sister but they were never close. "Not too bad."

"Bien, bien. And how is Kenna? I hope she hasn't divorced your arse again," Lissie says lightly.

"No, we're great," Bash tells her. "Really great."

"Great! And the kids? How many is it again?"

Bash rolls his eyes, moving a few files around. "Three. We adopted a boy, he's eleven now as of July 26th. Uh, Adrien's now seven and Perrine's now one."

"Wonderful," Lissie mutters. "I'm sorry about your mum, by the way. We all know how mum and she were, but at the end of the day... she was nice to us."

"Thank you," Bash mumbles.

Lissie sniffles. "I also heard that you have a half-brother as well. How did Louise and Frankie take that?"

Bash chuckles wryly. "Not too well at the start, but they've warmed up to him. They're even planning trips to New York every Winter because he has this fancy apartment and well, money and they mix well."

Lissie laughs. "That sounds like your half-sisters alright... I know what I'm about to ask is too much, but I can't tell Mum or Francis just yet."

"What is it?"

"I'm getting a divorce, Bash," Lissie confesses.

Bash frowns. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What has it got to do with me though?"

"I was hoping that I could come and stay in England with you for a bit," Lissie tells him. "I can't go back to France with Briony, Maman will do my head in. I can't stay with Francis because he and Mary just had Rose. So... you're my next option."

"We're not exactly the closest of siblings," Bash tells her, leaning back in his seat.

"Don't worry about it then-"

"No, don't... Come," he tells her. "I'll explain it to Kenna and the kids, it's fine."

Lissie sighs in relief. "I'm sorry for asking. I-I just need some time to get back on my feet."

Bash bites his lip. "I understand," he whispers. His own wife went through it. "Is there... is there something you need to get off your chest?"

Lissie stays silent, her breathing heard over the phone. "N-No."

"Elisabeth," Bash says softly.

"He hits me," she whispers, a sob escaping her lips. "I just couldn't cope anymore. I can't let my daughter..."

Bash stills. "I'm sorry. I-I don't know what to say," he replies, rubbing his head. "Do you want me to get you?"

"Bash-"

"I can book a flight to Australia right now-"

"No, I'll come to you. I've got a mate, he's helping me," she tells him. "When Papa used to hit Maman, I swore to myself that I would never let a man treat me like that. But I did and... I've hit rock bottom, staring at myself every day in the mirror and questioning what is wrong with me."

Bash swallows deeply. "Lissie..."

"I don't even know how it got this bad. We'd argue, really full-on. Over the little things. He'd disappear for days and weeks and... I know everything he'd do. With other women, when he's not with our child or me..."

"Lissie, stop," Bash begs her softly. "I-I can't hear this."

Lissie sighs. "Jesus, I'm sorry. I didn't even think... You and Kenna are good now, right? I'm sorry I didn't even come to your wedding. I was dealing with this shit and I couldn't show my face."

"Because it would have been blue and purple?" Bash asks.

"Yeah," Lissie admits, deflated. "Well? You and Kenna?"

"We're doing wonderful, as I said," Bash snaps before he instantly regrets it. "Sorry. I'm just fed up of the implications every time someone asks if we're doing well. As if I'm going to hurt her again or as if I'm going to cheat on her and hurt my kids... I'm trying my best, I'm seeking every possible help I can to make sure that I treat Kenna how she deserves to be treated. To make sure that my children grow up in a stable, loving home..."

Lissie sighs. "I never meant to imply anything."

"I know."

"I wish Kyle was as willing to change like you are," she tells him proudly. "Honestly, I used to be so jealous of you and Kenna. I resented her. She had this perfect, glamorous life with you and every time you posted something on social media or turned up for some family gathering, you both looked like something out of a fairytale."

"But we weren't," Bash admits. "Kenna and I can turn on the charm and act our arses off, Elisabeth. We can pretend and lie and inside, we'd be dying and cursing each other. That... That wasn't a fairytale. That was hell. But deep down, I loved her and I hurt badly when she left me and took our son with her. I didn't know who I was, I couldn't..." He rubs his face. "I couldn't live with myself for fucking everything up. For becoming the version we hated of Dad."

Lissie sniffles, clearing her throat. "How did she do it?"

"Do what?"

"Leave you?"

"It wasn't hard," Bash whispers. "I gave her an 'out' and she took it."

Lissie scoffs. "Just like that? You'd let her go? The mother of your child?"

"Back then, I wasn't well," Bash tells his sister. "You never know how much you love something until it's gone."

"I doubt Kyle would see things that way," Lissie says scornfully. "He only ever cared about his damn self. I should have listened to you and Francis and not married him. I guess I only cared about the money."

Bash shrugs. "Every older brother never wants to see their sister marry some guy beneath them. Some guy who won't know their worth. I regret this, but I was one of those guys so I've more than learnt my lesson."

"What do I do?" Lissie asks, her voice breaking. "How do I go from here? How do I raise Briony alone?"

"Have you got my phone number?" Bash asks her, seeing Francis enter his office.

"No," Lissie replies quietly, almost shamefully.

Bash nods. "Okay, I'll use Francis's phone to send you two numbers. Mine and Kenna's. I have to go but... I'll talk to you this evening. Or Kenna if she isn't busy."

"Yeah. Thank you, Bash," Lissie says, sighing in relief. "I'm so sorry as well."

"Don't worry about it," Bash replies. "Au revoir, Lissie."

"Adieu," she whispers before the call ends.

Bash hands Francis his phone after sending Lissie the text. "Lissie is coming to stay with us for a while with our niece."

"Oh, why?"

"I don't know," he lies. "We'll find out when she comes. Perhaps a holiday, it is almost August and Briony must be out of school."

Francis nods, sending Bash a smile. "It's almost your housewarming party. Lissie's just in time."

"She is," Bash says, smiling before it disappears after Francis leaves. Sighing, he covers his face.

...

Kenna places her wine glass down and bites her lip, her phone in her hand. It starts to ring and she answers it. "Hey, Elisabeth."

"Kenna, hey," Lissie says. "Sorry for calling so late there."

"It's no problem," Kenna replies. "It's only about nine at night. All kids down and accounted for the night."

Lissie sighs in relief. "I thought it would be twelve in the morning or something, huh. It's eight in the morning here in Sydney..." She says, distracted.

"So, Bash said you needed to talk to me?"

"Yeah," Lissie says, more alert. "Did he tell you...?"

Kenna nods. "Uh, yes. He did. I'm so sorry, Lissie. Honestly, I... I have no words. Well, I do-"

"I get it," Lissie chuckles wryly. "How have you been?"

"I've been great. Bash and I are great, the kids are great, the weather's great... Everything... great."

"Good," Lissie says in earnest. "What do I do, Kenna?"

Kenna sighs, taking a sip from her wine. "One day at a time, Lissie. The thing is, with marriage, people become one and forget who they were as independent people. I was too reliant on Bash and when we separated, I didn't know who I was. I didn't recognise myself, I was using alcohol to drown my sorrows away and I hated that. I had a son and I had to focus on him. I got there eventually, his happiness was all that mattered and getting him out of a toxic situation was good. Bash and I needed to find ourselves apart and work out a way to co-parent, but we made shit complicated and well, here we are. I guess we're happier now than we were during our first marriage."

"Damn," Lissie mutters.

"Right?" Kenna says lightly. "You and Briony are welcome to stay for however long you need. Lissie, it's time to find yourself again and I'm here, Bash is here, your mum, Francis and everyone else, they are here. You don't have to go through this alone because that is one thing I regret."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Kenna says. "My parents didn't want our marriage in the first place so we drifted apart. But it turned out that they were right and I was too stubborn to go back and admit my mistakes. But I picked myself back up, focused on Adrien and fixed things with my family. With their help, I was able to seek help and so did Bash and we managed to fix things and try again. Even if there is no hope for you and what's-his-name, you can still be happy. A single parent isn't the worst thing in the world. Look how Bash turned out."

They giggle and Lissie says, "Thank you. I can't wait to see all of you again, most especially you. I'm sorry if we've never connected in the past."

"Communication is a two-way street, Lissie," Kenna says, waving it off. "Jesus, Bash has a lot of half-siblings, I'm starting to forget your names!"

Lissie laughs loudly. "Tell me about it. I used to confuse Charles and Henri when they were little..."

...

"Is that our goddaughter?" Mary asks, seeing Lola and Stephane enter the house, looking around in awe, with a carseat in Stephane's grip.

Lola looks at them, grinning happily. "Hey, everyone! Kenna, the house is amazing."

Kenna giggles. "Thanks! Come on, let's see her!"

Lola playfully rolls her eyes, taking her newborn into the kitchen so the women can swoon over her. "Ladies, meet Bella Juliet Narcisse."

"She is so beautiful," Greer whispers, brushing a finger over her cheek. "I'm sorry I had no time to see you and her! Jesus, she was born in May and she is this big already?"

Lola nods. "She was a big baby," she informs them. "Bigger than John was."

"Really?" Mary asks, surprised. "Rose was eight pounds as well."

"With the moving and everything," Kenna starts. "I forgot you were due."

Lola chuckles. "It's fine! We went up to Scotland. Since you've moved here, Stephane and I are moving to Scotland. Janet-Mum and Dad are so happy."

Greer scowls. "I might as well move here, now."

"We'll still visit each other!" Mary tells the blonde, giving her a side hug.

Greer sighs wistfully. "I guess."

Kenna gives her a bright smile. "Why don't you and Aloysius think about changing your scenery? Get out of the busy city and somewhere quieter for all of those children of yours."

"We'll think about it," Greer replies. "It's not like any hospital won't hire me as a doctor and he needs to go into work, eh? Anyway, how are Lissie and Briony settling in? I heard that she was getting a divorce."

Kenna nods sadly. "It's been crazy for them," she says. "She didn't want to go to France, so Bash and I offered to let them stay."

"That's nice," Mary says. "Honestly, I can't believe it. And their wedding was so beautiful."

Kenna nervously nods. "It was." She gestures for the ladies to take a seat in the family room as she gives Stephane directions to the annexe where the rest of the men are. "I am going to check on Lissie and see if she wants to join us. The kids are all outside so Lola you can see John and I'll be right back."

She heads upstairs and down the left hall to the very last bedroom. She knocks on the door and is invited inside, a smile gracing her lips when she sees Lissie standing in front of a mirror with three choices of dresses.

"I was just coming to ask if you wanted to join us," she tells the blonde.

Lissie smiles. "I guess I shouldn't be so rude. You and Bash have been so kind in letting us stay. The least we can do is attend your housewarming party."

Kenna takes a seat on the bed and crosses her leg over the other elegantly. "I know you feel absolutely shit right now," she starts. "And the last thing you'd want is to pass fake smiles around as people pity you and apologise for your marriage breaking down, but beyond that... we all love you and care for you and we'll be here for you."

Lissie sighs, joining her on the bed. "I would leave in the middle of the night, like around two in the morning. I would wander the streets then go to the beach and scream. I'd ask God why this was happening to me. Like if I had wronged someone in a past life or..." She shrugs. "God, I don't even know. I've wasted my teenage years and most of my twenties with this man. I have his child and... Part of me wants to go back."

"Because he's the only thing you know? He's familiar and you believe that if you keep quiet and keep holding on, things would get better? But they don't," Kenna whispers. "They don't until both of you change and shit happens."

"Why didn't you leave him? I love Bash, despite our estrangement, but it's beyond me even though I'm going through it," Lissie says.

Kenna gives her a shrug. "I would pray that he would fall in love with me and things would change just like that," she says, clicking her fingers. "He did love me. He just didn't know... how. Henry... Henry was never a good father to any of you, but-"

"He did have his moments..." Lissie says softly. "I remember there was this holiday to the Caribbean. Bash was fourteen, Francis was eleven, I was ten, Margo was eight, and so on... I was scared to swim and Dad just lifted me up over his head and dunked me in the pool. I came back up in Bash's arms and Francis and the rest were clapping for me as if I'd conquered my long life fear."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Lissie says, sniffling. "That was the last holiday we had before Bash just... fell out of the picture. I never saw him much until my late teens. Dad just wasn't willing to let him be involved in our lives much. Every time he visited Bash, he came back with a foul mood and he'd take it out on Maman."

Kenna frowns. "Did either of you... know what he did-"

"To Bash? No. Before he died, he called me and just confessed really. Said that Francis was ignoring him and Bash wasn't talking to him even if they were in the same place or whatever. He needed to vent and I felt so guilty," Lissie admits. "Bash has only ever been close with Francis. Even with Claude and the younger ones. It was always Margo and me who stayed well clear because of Maman. If I could go back in time, I'd be in that car, off to see him every other weekend as a kid. He'd teach us how to ride horses and ponies and perhaps things would have been a little easier. For all of us, mostly Bash."

Kenna clears her throat. "The yellow one. It's very bright and summery," she says, getting up. She'll need to speak to her husband about this another time. Now, it wasn't the time. "I've got some gold heels if you'd want to borrow them."

"Bash says you're obsessed with Louboutins," Lissie says, wiping her cheeks as she laughs a little.

Kenna smirks. "What can I say? Christian knows me well." She heads to the door. "I'll leave them outside the door. See you in a bit."

"Oh, I asked Margo to come. If you don't mind? I thought I'd surprise Bash and Francis," Lissie states.

"It's fine," Kenna says. "It would be nice to see her. And her husband."

"He's not coming. She didn't want to rub her happy marriage in my face," Lissie replies. "Not that it matters because of you and Bash, and Francis and Mary... Oh well, at least she's being thoughtful and not an airhead."

Kenna chuckles. "Girl," she says. "I'll see you later."

After putting the heels outside the bedroom door, Kenna heads downstairs and sees movement behind the front door. The bell rings and she answers it, sending Matthew, Di-Ann and their children a bright smile.

"Matthew, Di-Ann! Hello!" She says, kissing their cheeks and hugging them. She gives their children a wave. "Bash is at the back with the rest of the guys. The women are having a little cocktail do in the kitchen and the kids are outside so everyone, knock yourselves out!"

She leads them into the house, taking their coats and putting them in the cloakroom before leading Di-Ann and children into the living room-kitchen area as Matthew heads outside.

"Hope you don't mind, we tried booking hotel rooms but they were full so we were wondering if we can stay here instead? We'll only use one room," Di-Ann says to Kenna, waving at Mary and the other women.

"It's no bother. I'll get Bash to set up the temporary beds and the kids can bunk up in a room," Kenna says happily. "We have a lot of food and a lot of drinks so... Let's get properly acquainted, shall we?"

"Let's," Di-Ann says, leading her kids over to Kenna. "These are-"

"Dion and Michaela," Kenna says, hugging them both. "It's amazing to meet you both! I am your aunt through marriage, Auntie Kenna."

Dion nods. "Hi."

"Hey," his sisters replies.

Kenna looks up at her in-law. "Not that talkative are they?" She asks, seeing the kids run off into the garden to meet the other children.

Di-Ann chuckles before smiling at the babies in their mothers' arms. "Oh, dear. I'll get broody all over again."

"Is a third child on the horizon?"

"Matthew's fifty in three years. Sadly not," she tells her. "Who knows?"

Kenna smiles brightly, spotting Lissie enter the room. "Ladies, this is Elisabeth, Bash's paternal half-sister. Lissie, this is-"

"Bash's other brother's wife," Lissie states, shaking the older woman's hand. "It was a surprise hearing about your husband. We all knew that Diane had secrets, but never this huge. The woman was a dark horse. So mysterious and... she never really showed her real side. Poor Bash... My big brother lost his mummy..." She sighs wistfully, shaking her head.

Kenna notes how Lissie leans on the counter and how drunk the woman is. How much did she drink since she last saw her? "Uh, want a cup of coffee, love?"

Lissie giggles. "I'm fine. I'll wait for Margo in the front. Adieu."

"I'll check on her," Greer says, getting up and following after her.

"Let me guess," Di-Ann says. "Dutch courage following a messy divorce?"

Kenna clicks her tongue. "You've got it in one sadly."

"On a better note," Mary starts. "Let's all toast the de Poitiers family and their new home!"

"To Kenna and Bash," Greer says.

"To Kenna and Bash!" The women chorus.

...

"Francis, meet Matthew. Matthew, meet Francis," Bash says.

"I'm getting a sense of déjà vu," Matthew says which makes them chuckle as he shakes Francis's hand. "Got any embarrassing stories to tell about our beloved shared half-brother?"

Francis grins, eyeing Bash. "I've got a few in my head. Once, he put a nappy full of shit-"

"Francis, do you want a beer?" Bash offers him. "And a perhaps a note to shut up?"

Francis shields his mouth as he turns to Matthew. "I'll tell you later."

Matthew laughs. "Four children, right?"

"Indeed," Francis replies. "John, James, Anne and Rose."

"How do you remember all of their names?" Matthew asks lightly.

Francis snorts. "I remember easy. It's our good mate over there who you need to ask that question," he says, gesturing to Aloysius who plays FIFA with Stephane, the both of them shouting at the TV. "He has eight kids. Eldest is in her early twenties and youngest is one."

"You men do not shy away from reproducing, eh?"

"Just doing my part to put beautiful and handsome people into the world," Francis replies. "Have you seen my eldest daughter? I swear she could be a model in the future." He pats Bash's chest. "And this guy? Any child of his is just naturally aesthetically pleasing. Our genes were just meant to be shared."

"Don't mind Francis. He's high most of the time," Bash says, receiving a hit. "High on love and whatever else that goes on his head. That and he loves children and once told his wife that they would have ten children by age thirty. He said that when they were thirteen."

Francis gasps. "Don't make me sound crazy! It was Mary who suggested that and if you look, we have four. Only four."

"Who can say? You might be having quintuplets by next January," Matthew joins in.

Francis squeaks. "I have just got used to each child having their own room so Anne doesn't complain and the boys both get their space... Don't wish that on me of all people," he tells them.

They turn to the door when it opens and Bash and Francis are surprised to see Margaret step inside with a child on her hip and a wide smile. She looks around approvingly before giving her brothers a grin.

"Are you just going to stand there or greet your sister and nephew?" She asks.

"Margo?" Francis says, taken back. "You're different."

"Jesus, Francis," Margo mutters, flicking her wavy, shoulder-length brunette locks. "It's the baby bump isn't it?"

Bash hits Francis on the chest and goes over to hug her. "Hey. It's been very long."

"It has," Margaret replies, chuckling. "And yes, I may look different because the weather in France is different than the weather in Hawaii, idiots."

"That's where you're living now?" Francis asks, hugging her.

She nods. "Paradise on a volcano. Who could want for more? Quick warning, Lissie has been sent to bed. She's not feeling well, but I, the fun sister, am here to hang out."

"This is the guys' hangout," Stephane says, not even bothering to look at her.

Margo glares at the back of his head. "I can play FIFA. That and all the women are drinking and I can't because I'm knocked up. So if I can't drink, I want to shoot a pixelated ball into a pixelated goal."

Bash raises his hands. "Join us. It's great to see you. Thanks for coming."

Margo smirks. "It's all good. I missed your dumbarse anyway. Oh, can I just say I will never ever figure out how you both married such beautiful, smart women? Like, what the actual hell?"

"It's obviously our charm," Francis tells her, handing her some sparkling water.

"Or they're blind," Margo deadpans, drinking her water. "But it's fine. You're my brothers and I love you. Now, who is this hunk?"

"My other half-brother," Bash quickly says. "Not that you would even because you're happily married."

Margo scowls. "I am, aren't I? And that is wrong on so many levels. I apologise and nice to meet you. I am Margaret but everyone calls me 'Margo'. This is Tobias, his older sister is in the garden. She's Justine. Now we're done with all the introductions, I'm playing the next match."

"Anyone disputing that?" Matthew teases the men.

"No," Bash replies, sending his sister a bright smile. "I really missed you, Margo."

Margo blushes. "I missed you too, Bash. And Francis, of course, but we see that idiot every year." She laughs.

"Hey!"

...

Success, Kenna thinks as she gets ready for bed that night. She's put the kids down, made sure that Briony was alright before dealing with a drunk Lissie and settled her new niece and nephew in their room before finding spare pillows for Matthew since he has a bad back and as she later learns that Margo, Tobias and Justine are also staying over.

It's a full house. She's got her kids in their own rooms, Michaela and Justine sharing, as Dion sleeps on the other twin bed in Pascal's room. Not wanting her other niece to see her mother in such a state, she put the three-year-old in the cubby in Perrine's nursery. Sometimes either Bash or Kenna would sleep in the room, just making sure that their little girl was still alive and breathing but their fears had decreased over time.

Yawning, she feels Bash's arms wrap around her waist and she smiles, patting his hands.

"I've never felt so happy to end an event," she says. "And I'm the one creating them."

"It has been a long day, hasn't it?" Bash asks, pressing a kiss on her neck.

She nods. "It has," she mumbles tiredly. "Your sisters were a lovely surprise."

"They were," Bash replies. "And Catherine of all people. Last-minute arrival who demanded all the red wine we had left."

"Be glad she chose Mary and Francis's to stay at," Kenna tells him, turning his arms to kiss him softly. "I am glad we got the builders to soundproof this room."

"Is that right?"

Kenna grins. "Yeah. Is the baby monitor on?"

"It is."

Slowly, she starts undoing his shirt. "Well then, I guess we're finally christening this room."

Bash raises an eyebrow. "With my brother and sisters down the hall?"

"As I said, let's test out this soundproof bedroom, shall we?" Kenna replies cheekily, bringing his lips to hers. "I love you, Bash."

"I love you more, Kenna," he says against her lips, lifting her into his arms and gently placing her onto their bed before kissing her hard. "Now and forever, always."

Kenna smiles softly. "Now and forever, always," she repeats before they kiss again, their clothes sliding off one by one.

...

When Christmastime rolls around, Kenna finishes putting all the presents under the Christmas tree in the informal living room. She's gone all out this year, as it's the first time that a newly baptised Pascal is celebrating Christmas and last year, her other son was grieving the loss of his beloved Meme. Also, it's a Christmas that her daughter can actually acknowledge even though she won't remember.

"Enough presents or do you need to stuff more under there like it's a turkey?" Bash teases her, checking his watch. "It's almost Christmas Eve. Record time."

Kenna beams. "I know right? Are you okay, babe?"

Bash nods, taking a seat. "I am."

Kenna gives him a look, taking a seat beside him and lifting her legs up to curl into his side. "Are you really?"

Bash shrugs. "I don't know. I know that it's the first anniversary since she died, but I'm not... it's not real. It hasn't sunk in."

"Maybe because you've been bulldozing through life since she died," Kenna says. "We've done so much this year. You've gone back to work, we've adopted a new child, we've moved into a new house, we've taken in your sister and her one and a half kids... I still can't believe she's pregnant by the way."

Bash rubs her thigh. "I'll see what I can do," Bash replies. "Maybe set up the annexe for them to have their own privacy. I'll see if I can get a quote next month."

Kenna brings his hand to her eyesight and sighs heavily. "It's officially Christmas Eve."

"Okay, it might have just sunk in," he whispers, looking down. "I-"

He's cut off by the sound of his phone ringing and he picks it from the coffee table before checking the caller ID. It's Catherine calling of all people and Bash wonders if she's called the wrong person.

Still, he answers with a strained, "Hi, Catherine."

"Hello, Sebastian. I am currently nursing my second glass of Sherry and realised that it's Christmas Eve for you," she says. "How are you?"

Bash is surprised, but he doesn't think twice before replying, "Fine."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not," he whispers honestly. "But that's how it's going to be. Every Christmas Eve will be the anniversary of her death and it will get easier."

He feels Kenna shift before she gets up and collects a shopping bag. She kisses his cheek and leaves the room, leaving Bash alone with his phonecall with Catherine.

"It will," Catherine tells him. "I remember when my own mother passed. One day she was full of life, the next she breathed her last breath and I wasn't even there for her. I was in France, being cheated on, looking after kids and had a full-time job... I don't think I even remember her smile."

Bash sniffles, wiping his cheeks when tears fall. "Is that how it would be? Not remembering the little things? Every memory distant, every smell vague. If so then how is it going to get easier? Like I'm forgetting her."

"Diane is impossible to forget, that is for sure," Catherine tells him. "It will get easier. Maybe it's just my old head, she did die a long time ago now. I should let you go. I bet the children are excited. It's Pascal's first Christmas with you."

Bash smiles a little. "You remember his name."

"I do. Give the kids my love," Catherine replies. "Goodnight, Bash."

"Goodnight, Catherine."

He hangs up. Getting up, he turns the decoration lights off as well as the tree before he makes his way upstairs, switching the living room lights off as well. He takes his time, passing the photographs he and his wife have plastered everywhere from credenzas to the walls. Some have Diane in them. One is of her and Adrien and Perrine last year when she came to visit.

He looks away and continues up the stairs and down the hall. He makes sure that he doesn't wake the kids up or Lissie. They'll be up early enough later on and he doesn't want to handle grouchy children.

Finally entering his and Kenna's bedroom, he closes the door behind him and sits down in the seating area. He hears the tap run in the bathroom and he looks over thoughtfully.

"We should do something. To mark the first anniversary of my mother's passing," he calls out.

"That's a lovely idea, babe," Kenna's voice replies as the tap stops. "Light a candle? Say a prayer?"

Bash nods. "Something like that," he says.

"How was the chat with Catherine?" Kenna asks, entering the room with her hands peppering her face.

Bash smiles. "Surprisingly tame."

"That's good," she says, coming to sit beside him. "Are you ready to come to bed?"

"I just need a few minutes," Bash replies. "Don't let me keep you, the kids will be wide awake demanding for attention in the morning."

Kenna chuckles softly. "Okay, mon amour," she replies, kissing him and getting up. She gets into their bed and pulls the duvet over her frame. "Can't wait for you to join me."

Bash smiles. "Very soon," he promises her before he soon hears her fast asleep, her snores soft and quiet.

He stands up and goes over to the window, taking a seat on the bench there. Leaning his head on the window, he traces his mother's name on the window and looks up to see the stars shining bright in the sky. It's the countryside, the stars more clear now than they were back in London.

After a while, he gets changed, switches the light off and gets into the bed, pressing a gentle kiss on Kenna's head before he settles down and lays on his back. He can't sleep just yet so he turns on his side and studies Kenna.

He plays with her hair and smiles as she doesn't even acknowledge the disturbance to her perfect locks. She's so goddamn beautiful, he always finds himself questioning how on Earth he managed to keep her after everything. Lissie's situation has definitely made him think twice about things and he knows that Kenna is one of the strongest women he knows.

One of her hands lays over the duvet and he lifts it gently, inspecting her rings. He presses a kiss on her hand and she shifts before sighing happily and falling back asleep without opening her eyes.

He soon realises that he can't get to sleep and he grabs his phone from the nightstand and checks the time. He's been laying in bed for about two hours now, two hours since he and he wife finished preparing for Christmas by stuffing more gifts under the tree and sorting out the family pyjamas for the Christmas morning photoshoot tomorrow.

He sighs and it wakes Kenna up, her hand blinding turning on her lamp. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," he says quietly, shrugging a little as he sits up.

Kenna also sits up. "Want to talk?"

"No, go back to bed-"

"If you're awake, I'm awake as well," she says, yawning and resting her head on his shoulder. "So, what should we talk about?"

Bash smiles. "You really don't need to. I can go downstairs and watch some TV or even hit the treadmill in the back."

"Okay, how about we go for a walk? Not outside the gates, just in the fields out back," she suggests, getting out of bed. "I'll get some torches, hopefully, we won't step on some horse shit but I trust you and the boys to clean up after your horses."

Bash nods. "Okay."

When they get ready, they head out the backdoors and slide it closed, leaving it open a little. Kenna offers her hand to Bash and he takes it, turning his flashlight on as they start to walk down the patio onto the grass.

"Are you okay?" She asks him. "I know I'm asking too much but we need to do that."

"I know," he replies. "I am. Okay, I mean. I will be better as the years pass I guess. For now, I'm fine."

Kenna nods happily. "Good."

They head through the barrier that separates the garden from the rest of their lands. The vast lands are mostly used for the horses when they're not in the stables and Kenna has an idea come into her mind.

"We should get some chickens," she says. "Produce our own eggs. Maybe some cows for milk..."

Bash grins. "You want us to be farmers? We're city folk, babe."

"I know," she says coyly. "But it would save us a trip down to the supermarket."

"We can think about it. We're already introducing two puppies into the family tomorrow, now we want a full-on farm?"

Kenna laughs. "We'll wait until the kids are older. For now, their chores can be to look after their horses, the puppies, clean up their bedrooms and do the dishes."

"Experts at parenting, we are," her husband says lightly.

Kenna blushes a little, feeling the cold nip at her cheeks as they continue walking. "Y-You know that Valentine's after we split?"

"Yeah..." Bash trails off. "What about it?"

Kenna sighs. "It's embarrassing, really."

"What is?"

Kenna stops to face him. "I tried to kiss Francis."

"Oh."

"Yeah," she whispers. "He moved before anything happened but I was so angry with myself for trying it on with him. I guess I was jealous of what he and Mary had that you and I couldn't ever make. A proper family, a happy family."

Bash looks away, his eyes landing on the light that his torch makes on the ground. "I see."

"Are you angry with me?"

"No."

"Babe-"

"I don't exactly have a right to be, do I?" Bash asks her. "We had words that day, he wasn't the happiest brother in the world and he respected you by not telling me that. It doesn't hurt me or anything, I am glad you told me. I deserved it, even if nothing happened."

Kenna frowns. "I don't ever want us using our friends or family against each other. I was childish about the whole thing and I apologise."

"I'm sorry too," Bash replies, kissing her. "I wish things were different."

Kenna shakes her head. "If they were, would we have ever found each other again?"

"Well, we wouldn't even be separated in the first place, mon chéri," he tells her. "We'd be happy. Four kids and all."

Kenna laughs. "Four?"

"Yeah, because we wouldn't have lost that baby," Bash says softly, brushing her hair from her eyes. "That was my fault. If I'd been a better man, husband, father, you wouldn't have had to go through that alone."

Kenna blinks away her tears. They've gone through this many times. "Bash, it's the past. And I wasn't alone, I had Diane."

"I miss her."

"Me too," Kenna whispers, hugging him tightly. "I'm here, just... if you need to cry or vent or reminisce, I'm here for you."

Bash nods against her cheek and presses a kiss on his before he closes his eyes. "Can we stay here for a bit?"

"You really need this hug, eh?"

He chuckles. "I do. I really do."

...

Christmas Day is easier, everyone's mood in high spirits. Kenna is surprised by the sight of Lissie up with all the children in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. She even has Perrine in her highchair and the boys and Briony waiting patiently at their kids' table. All kids accounted for at seven in the morning.

"Oh, Lissie..." Kenna says, entering the kitchen. "You really didn't have to."

Lissie beams. "It's fine. Bri came and found me then I heard Little Miss Perrine singing to herself so I got the boys as well and started to make breakfast for everyone. I guess we all needed a little breakfast before we started our Christmas Day."

Kenna grins in reply. "Uh, Bash and I are going to Church at nine with the kids. Do you want to come?"

"Definitely," Lissie says, rubbing her bump, winded. "Can you take over? My bladder's a mess."

"Six months pregnant always messes up your bladder. It's like your child wants to destroy your urinary system," Kenna replies, continuing making the pancakes.

Lissie laughs. "They really do! Hey, thank you so much for letting me stay on for Christmas. I know that we're a bother and we'll be out of your hair very soon."

"It's no worry," Kenna replies.

"I'm sure you and Bash want to spend time with your kids alone. Once the settlement comes through, I will buy that house that I've had my eye on in France."

Kenna turns to her in surprise. "You're going home to France?" But they had plans for the annexe.

"It's time. That or Maman will take us in. Either way, I want Briony to know her French side as well," Elisabeth explains before excusing herself for the loo.

Kenna turns back to the pancake and flips it, giving her daughter a bright smile as the baby stuffs her fist into her mouth, seemingly hungry. "Right, who wants a dinosaur-shaped pancake?" She asks the kids.

"I do!" Adrien says. "Can you also make a car?"

Kenna chuckles. "I can, my sweet. And you, honey? What do you want Pascal?"

"A dolphin, Mama!" Pascal says.

"Dolphin it is," she replies, turning to her niece. "And you, sweetie?"

Briony shrugs. "I don't know. My mummy knows what I like."

"I will do a flower," Kenna tells her.

By the tenth pancake, she sees Bash enter the room with two boxes full of holes in each arm. He calls the children over to the living area and Kenna turns the stove off, getting Perrine from her high chair as Lissie joins them curiously.

"What have we got here?" The blonde asks, feeling her daughter nervously hide behind her nightie skirt.

Bash grins, giving the girl a wink before turning to his sons. "One thing we've wanted since forever," he says, pointing at Adrien.

"A dog?"

"How do you know?"

"Because it has holes!" Pascal explains for his brother. "We are very clever, Dad."

Bash sends his wife a look and she giggles. "Fair enough, gentlemen. Choose a box. Both of you."

Thankfully, they both go for different boxes and open them up, gasping and squealing when the puppies jump out and attack them with licks, their tails wagging.

"You got us Huskies?!" Pascal cries out, cuddling his female puppy.

"Alaskan Marmalutes," Bash corrects him. "But yes, they do have some Husky genes. They are brother and sister."

Kenna raises her eyebrows. "Were they expensive?" She asks. She knew about the dogs, just not the breeds or how he came across them.

"Not at all," Bash says. "I got them at the shelter. Poor things were abandoned by their parents' owner in a landfill site. They're about five weeks old and very playful and happy. Good with children and babies."

Perrine sees them and starts trying to leap out of her mother's arms to try and get in on the fun. It makes the adults laugh and Kenna places her daughter on the ground who quickly crawls to Pascal and the puppy he holds.

"Any names?" Lissie asks the boys, gently pushing her daughter towards them.

Adrien lifts his puppy to his line of sight. "Loki!"

"Are you sure?" Kenna asks, amused. "After your favourite supervillain?"

"Thanos is my favourite supervillain but Loki is the strongest," Adrien explains.

Bash is about to dispute that but he smirks. "Loki it is. And you, Pascal?"

"Skye," Pascal says quietly. "It was my mother's name meaning - she was called Azure."

Kenna smiles. "Perfect. Loki and Skye. Well, you both better start taking care of them before I get breakfast on the plates."

The boys get up and head outside to the kennels with Bash and Briony as Lissie lifts Perrine into her arms before she can escape as well. She looks over at Kenna and sees that she's teary-eyed.

"Are you okay?" Lissie asks her.

Kenna nods. "I sometimes forget that he's not entirely ours. That his mother will always be a huge part of his life."

"You are his mother now, forever," Lissie assures her.

"I know," Kenna replies, sighing. "But he never talks about his dad, the only dad he knows and calls is Bash. Sometimes he calls me by my name and it's like we're back to square one again."

Lissie gives her an assuring smile. "He's getting used to you. Wasn't his father an arsehole anyway? His mother seemed to be the only one who cared about him, he's bound to still have an attachment to her no matter what. You're going to have to accept that but you are his mother, legally and in every other way. Don't forget that."

Kenna nods, a smile on her face. "I won't."

Just before bed, Kenna has the boys light up candles for Diane as Bash watches, Perrine asleep on his chest. She gives their sons tight hugs before she says a prayer, all of them listening intently.

When she's done, she stands back and lets Bash say a few words.

"It's the first Christmas without Meme Diane, but it's also the first Christmas with Pascal," he starts, ruffling Pascal's hair. "A lot has happened to our family this year, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," the boys say.

"Mostly good, some bad... But we started the year on a low note and we're ending it having gained new family and friends..." Bash says.

...

Seven Years Ago

Kenna opened the door to her new home. It would be interesting, now living in France. She was excited for what was to come and she happily greeted the household staff as Bash introduced them to her. The staff seemed relatively fine with her, but she knew she'd have to charm them just as she'd have to charm her new mother-in-law.

She closed the door behind her and sighed. It was the end of her first week living in France and all she wanted to do was go home to London or even Scotland. Everything was different. She knew the language, could understand it and reply fluently but she felt lonely.

Francis and Mary were in England with John and James and the only one she had here was Bash.

Biting a lip, she placed a hand on her stomach and hoped that their honeymoon had done wonders to their new marriage. She wanted a child, someone else to know and have who could support her here.

"Kenna, is that you?"

Kenna looked up and entered the kitchen, a smile gracing her features when she saw her husband cooking dinner. It made her laugh, the sight of pots and pans everywhere as well as food.

"Need help?"

"I've got it," he said. "You go and sit down, I'll be done in a minute."

Kenna raised her eyebrows. "What's the occasion?"

Bash shrugged. "There's none. I just thought you'd like to celebrate your seventh day as a French citizen."

Kenna blushed furiously. "You remembered."

"Of course, I did," he replied, pecking her cheek quickly. "Félicitations, ma femme chérie."

Kenna chuckled. "Merci beaucoup, mon merveilleux mari," she replied happily.

"I was thinking... After dinner, we could celebrate with a bottle of champagne and some vegan chocolate, dark of course and..."

"And?" Kenna asked, eyebrows raised.

"We could do it under the stars. They're especially bright tonight," he told her, sending her a quick, cheeky wink.

Kenna's eyes watered. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, continuing to cook.

"Why all the effort, babe?" She asked. "It's only been a week. Not a month or a year..."

Bash turned to her, his green eyes meeting her browns. "It's still special. You moved to France for me. The least I can do is acknowledge every milestone."

"Turn the stove off."

"What?"

"Just do it," she demanded.

When he did, she launched into his arms, her lips meeting his hungrily as she started to take his apron off. He chuckled against her lips, pressing his against hers, his hands also working on her jacket.

"Are we seriously going to make love in the kitchen?" He asked. "Where I'm cooking?"

She nodded. "We are, now shh," she replied. "The stars and dinner can wait."

And she didn't realise that her wish had come true that night.

...

Present Day

"I can't wait to see what the new year has in store for us," he finishes, kissing his sons' heads. "I love you all very much."

Kenna smiles, kissing his lips. "I love you too," she whispers before taking Perrine from him and taking her upstairs. "Goodnight, boys."

"Goodnight, Mama."

Making sure that his wife is upstairs, Bash turns to the boys. "So, Mama's birthday is next month. We have to make it the best birthday ever. It's her thirtieth."

Adrien grins. "I know what we can do!"

"What?"

"Mama loves shoes. We can take her shopping," Adrien says, making his father laugh.

"I think Mama has enough shoes for now," he tells him. "How about we build something for her? Like a jewellery box?"

Pascal nods. "Yeah! She always has her necklaces and rings on her work table."

Bash nods in agreement. "But I was thinking that it could also include one ring in particular..."

"What ring?" Pascal asks.

Bash slips his hand into his pyjama pocket and retrieves a ring box. "I want to marry Mama again. Well, not like that. It's called a vow renewal. We got married over a year ago, I'd like to just reaffirm things next year."

"That's... not a bad idea, Papa," Adrien tells him. "Mama will love it."

"You think?"

Pascal nods, sharing a grin with his brother. "Go and propose to her now!"

"It's not a proposal," Bash says, chuckling. "But, fine. Want to watch before we tuck you into bed?"

"Yes, please!" The boys say.

Upstairs, Bash leaves the door open a crack so the boys can peek through. He makes sure to stand in their line of sight and asks Kenna to come to him for a quick kiss.

"Did Perrine go down alright?" He asks, pecking his lips.

"She did," Kenna replies, kissing him. "You look nervous. Are you okay?"

Bash nods. "I'm more than okay," he says, taking the ring box out of his pocket, opening it and getting down on one knee. "I didn't propose, so I'm doing it now."

Kenna gasps. "Bash?"

"I know, we're already married. I was hoping that you'd want to do a vow renewal instead," he says. "We've been through a lot, I think this is exactly what we need. A chance to do things properly."

Kenna stares at the ring and then into his eyes in shock. "Uh..."

"Are... are you good there?"

Kenna moves her mouth but no words come out. Her heart is loud in her ears and she starts giggling. "Jesus Christ..."

"Kenna?"

"Yes, Bash. Yeah, I'll love a vow renewal," she tells him, getting down on her knees to kiss him and take the ring. She slips it on her right ring finger and waves her hand in his face. "It's so sparkly!"

Bash chuckles, kissing her forehead. "You and your love for pretty things and sparkly jewels."

Kenna blushes, admiring her new ring. "How much did it cost?"

"You don't need to know that."

"Sebastian..."

"We could get a car for the same price," he admits, wincing when she hits him.

Kenna shakes her head, laughing. "My new rings already cost a lot. You need to stop spending all this money on me!"

"Why? You're my wife," Bash states.

"And so?"

"Boys, come in now," Bash says, laughing at his wife's response. "She said 'yes'."

The boys run in and attack their parents with hugs, Kenna showing off her new sparkler to their sons.

"Did you help Papa?" She asks fondly.

"We did," Adrien says. "And the renewal will be on your birthday so don't say anything if we haven't got you a present."

Kenna gasps. "Cheeky!" She says, smacking her husband's chest before kissing him. "But thank you."

Bash grins, pulling Pascal to sit on his lap. "What can I say? I love my wife very much."

Kenna smiles softly. "I love my husband very much in return."

The four of them and Perrine eventually end up in Kenna and Bash's bed, a Christmas movie long since finished as Kenna runs her fingers through her sleeping daughter's locks. She looks over at Bash and sees him fast asleep with the boys' heads on his chest and she smiles, helping them by pulling the duvet up a bit.

She turns back to the blackened TV and wonders if she ever saw her life turning out this way that date she got those divorce papers. She never thought that she will sign them and divorce Bash, fully. A part of her hoping he'd come to his senses and ask her and Adrien to return home.

But he didn't ask for them to return home, at least not to her face, he didn't. They got divorced, had explosive sex, got pregnant again, got together, broke up, got together again, she got ill, they got remarried and now... now, this.

A loving, stable home. Three kids, a hard-working husband, a great job and a start-up business in the near future and a healthy mental and physical health.

She looks at her husband again and whispers, "I love you so much, Sebastian."

She closes her eyes and smiles when he replies with, "I love you too, Mckenna."

The End. I won't bother with any sappy stuff, I'm already emotional as it is.