A/N: I want to thank EVERYONE who reviewed/reviews my story! It means a lot. My friend, Jen aka J.N. Cahill, was deleted off fanfiction (dot) net so I am going to put my entire story on my website just in case they delete me too one day! This is the end!

Chapter 24: Electric Fence

"Higher, Daddy, higher!" Hope cried out. I grunted as I pushed her on the swing.

"Higher!" she cried and I heard Annie laugh.

"Darling, if you go any higher, you'll be on the moon," she teased as she came over with our son, Troy Christopher Foxworth, in her arms. We had named him after her deceased father who I had so wanted to meet, as well as her mother. But both our parents had been long deceased. I had wanted to name our boy Christopher, but Toni and Jory had already named their son that and I thought one Christopher was more than enough. And I certainly didn't want to name him Bart. Besides, Troy sounded like a fine name … as fine as any Foxworth could have.

"Really!" Hope squealed, trying to make herself go higher. I chuckled and grabbed the chains of the swing, forcing it to stop.

"Your mother was just being silly. How about you go inside and wash up? Aunt Toni and Uncle Jory are coming to dinner," I reminded her.

"Darren, Dee, and Chris too?" she asked and I nodded. She let out a small squeal as she jumped off of her swing and raced to Annie.

"Mommy, I'll take Troy in. I'll be really careful," she promised. Annie handed Troy to our six year old daughter, and we were both impressed at how grown up she looked and acted when she had Troy in her arms. I sometimes teased her by calling her "The Little Mother". Hope's dark hair was more like mine than Annie's but she had her mother's eyes. Hope loved her mother but she was definitely a Daddy's girl. She wanted to be a rich business man like me when she grew up and I couldn't have been more proud.

Troy also had our dark hair, except his was somewhat curled. Which meant he had to get it from the Tatterton side. He had my dark oynx eyes and my moodiness. He was two years old already and just recently had discovered the joys of using his mother's paint to place his handprints all over the walls. And Annie had wanted to keep them there! We had fought over that one and I had finally won. I loved my children but it was too tacky having my son's painted handprints all over the walls!

"She's too much like you," Annie said as she came over and sat down in the vacant swing. I smirked as I leaned close and nibbled lightly on her neck.

"Me? I doubt it. She's got more energy than I do. Although I used to have bundles of it when I was a kid …" I drifted off and she smirked.

"No, she does act like you. I swear, she's got the Foxworth scowl," she declared and I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Foxworth scowl?" I questioned and she laughed.

"Well, she doesn't get it from me!" she protested.

"If she grows up to look ANYTHING like you, there will be some definite changes around here," I started and she looked at me curious.

"Changes? Like what?"

"Like the future electric fence I plan to put around the house!"

THE END