A/N: The end. Finally. I know it sucks, because I just wanted it out of my hair. Im through with fan fic for a while. Well, writing it anyways. Thank you everyone for your kind words. Enjoy!

Exactly nine months, eight hours, and ten minutes later, Max and I had brothers. It was no shock when mom told us she was pregnant. Clearly, it was good of us to leave them alone that first night.

"Two Hunter. There's two of them." Mom said, shortly after the twins birth.

"I know, love. Two. What shall we name them?"

"Devan and Dillon." Mom said after a moment of thinking.

Dad raised his brows. "Breaking the great 'M' tradition?"

"The 'M' tradition was for girls." Mom smiled, and brushed a hand over Dillon's brown haired little head. "We're starting a new tradition.

"Indeed we are. Boys. No Roirdan woman has had a baby boy in centuries."

Mom smiled. "Who said it was bad to break traditions?"

So the boys were named. Devan Akia (first born) Niall, and Dillon Daniel (grandpa) Niall. Dillon was a screamer. If he didn't have something, he'd scream. Devan was quiet, and content.

Mom and Dad re-married three years later. Mom had said she didn't want to wear a wedding dress with her 'baby fat' still apparent. Sadly, I was the one who had to wear a dress with baby fat. Yes, I, Moira Niall, was pregnant and soon to become Moira Duran.

The wedding was wonderful for mom and dad. It was great to see everyone again. Grandpa and Grandma Rowlands. Aunt Mary K, the kids, and Uncle. Robbie, and Bree. Aunt Alwyn and her husband. Sky and Grandpa came back from England again, as well. Killian had remained a close neighbor to us Niall's, while Evan had moved out. Chase and Karis still lived with him, though.

So, after an hour long ceremony, the High Priestess/Minister presented Mr. and Mrs. Hunter Niall. Everyone stood and clapped as my parents walked down the aisle again.

I showed up yet again, with 'baby fat' to Kyrie and Chase's wedding. They had to specially alter the brides mate's dress for me, so my huge stomach would fit. I, personally, couldn't believe Chase had gotten Kyrie to settle down at 21. It was a huge shock to us all.

So now, here I sit, 32 years young. I'm still no wiccan. I don't think I ever would have been. I chose to be stripped of my powers. Mom and dad nearly had heart attacks when I told them my plans. Even after Dawson was born, (yes another boy) I still received violent visions. I had enough, and was scared for my families life, so it was my final choice.

Another huge shock was that I managed to have four boys, before I had one girl. Mom, dad and Landon joked it was the Duran blood. Where Riordan's didn't have boys, the Duran's didn't have girls. Yet here we were with both.

Dawson is thirteen now. So far, he has yet to rebel, and isn't afraid to be seen with his parents in public. Though, he had told me that hugging and holding his hands were officially over. He had managed to get dads blonde hair, and my green eyes. For being only thirteen, he was tall. His facial features were exactly like Landon's at that age.

True to moms new tradition, I continued the male D's. Dean came as a shock to us. We had used all the right protection, but he was still managed to be 'made.' Dean was dads reincarnate. White blonde hair, crisp green eyes. At ten, he was already tall. Lanky, but tall. He was my little momma's boy.

I had a thing for showing up at weddings pregnant. Landon loved to bug me about that. He sincerely regretted it though, when he managed to say it in my emotional period of pregnancy. So when we showed up at Karis' wedding, Landon did nothing but spoil me and the ever growing Dominick. Dominick turned out exactly like his father. Brownish hair, freckles, scrawny. He got my eyes, just like all the other kids. At seven, he is very independent.

Davis is a true Uncles boy. He's with my brothers more than any of my other kids. He loves hanging out with them. Thankfully, Devan and Dillon don't mind him. He's my little carefree, strawberry blonde, eyes to insult the greenest sea.

Meka was our outcast child. She, unlike the rest of us, managed to develop brown hair, with natural reddish highlights. She was just barely older then two, and had hair past her shoulders. Her eyes were ocean blue. So blue, I guess they were crystal grey. Unlike my boys, Meka was quiet. She could speak rather well, but refused to show it most of the time. Whenever we went anywhere, she would hide behind me or Landon.

I stared at the picture of my family. Well...my immediate family. Beside that picture was one of the Durans (including us, Logan's family, and my in-laws). On the other side of our picture was a picture of the Nialls, Durans (just us), and Max's family. Finally, we all managed to get into one picture. The Durans, the Nialls, and the Grains (Max's family, again).

At this point, Landon and the kids are out shopping. I had just recently told Landon the good news. Again. Another Duran would join our ever growing family in a short four and a half months.

This is what I wanted. After the struggle to bring mom back to our world, and her memory, everyone was happy.