Should I have waited until later in the morning? It jus past two O'clock in the morning, and Quigley was on his way to Klaus, Isadora, and Duncan's house. What am I going to say? He didn't have long to think about that, because he'd just arrived at their house.

He opened the car door quietly, and walked up to the front door. He knocked quietly, but no one answered, so he knocked again, a little harder this time, and after about thirty seconds, Duncan opened the door.

"Quig? What're you doing here?" He asked groggily.

"C-could I come in?"

"Sure."

Duncan turned around slowly and led Quigley up the hall.

"What's the matter Quigley?"

"Um…well…I was wondering if everyone was here, I have something I want to say."

"It's almost two-thirty in the morning!"

"Please Duncan? It's important."

Duncan sighed.

"All right."

"Tell them to meet me in the lounge room!" Quigley called after his brother, as he went to wake up the others. Duncan just grunted.

Almost exactly 15 minutes later, everyone had gathered in the lounge room with their coffees because they were half asleep, except for Sunny, of course, who was thrilled by the idea of being up at this time of night, or morning depending on your perspective.

"So what is it you want to tell us Quig?" Duncan was good at getting straight to the point.

"I-I want to apologise."

"Apologise?" Asked Isadora.

"I want to apologise for the way I've been acting lately, you guys are my family, and I love you all, so I had no right to act the way I did, or treat you how I did."

"Quigley you had every right in the world! Everyone just goes through different grieving processes."

"No, no I didn't have any rights, Iz. You were all sad too, but you managed to pull yourselves together and support yourselves, as well as Sunny, and I, and the triplets. And I know you quit your job Iz, no matter how hard you tried to hide it."

"Oh." Isadora looked at the floor.

"I especially want to apologise to you Klaus." Klaus looked at Quigley, but he didn't say anything, he hadn't really talked to him since his outburst. "I'm sorry that I did what I did, I was hurting, and I just wanted to forget what happened, but I shouldn't have kept you from remembering her. I'm sorry. I brought something for you."

Quigley passed a Klaus a medium-sized package. Klaus stared at it for a few seconds, then he opened it. It was the picture from Violet and Quigley's wedding that he liked.

Tears started to form in Klaus's eyes, but he didn't cry. He stood up and gave his brother-in-law a hug.

"Thanks Quig." He whispered hoarsely.

Quigley continued after Klaus sat back down.

"I'd also like to apologise to you Sunny, I was so wrapped up in myself that I neglected you, what I did was wrong, and I'd like to make it up to you somehow."

"It's alright Quigley!"

"Sshhh! You'll wake up the triplets Sunny!" Isadora whispered loudly.

Quigley stood back, healing tears fromed in his eyes as he looked at his family, they were so understanding, and forgiving. He could never, never, let them go. They were his life.

Three years ago…

"Happy birthday to Isadora and Duncan and Quigley! Happy birthday to YOU!"

The triplets blew out the nineteen candles on their enormous cake, and everybody cheered.

"SPEECH, SPEECH, SPEECH!"

"Isadora you can go first."

Isadora gave her short speech, then Duncan, now it was Quigley's turn.

"Thank you everyone! This has been one of the best birthday parties I've had in my life! I have the best family and friends that anyone could've asked for! Hopefully you'll all be my family soon."

"Quigley, what're you talking about?"

Quigley smiled.

"Violet, I know it's not your birthday, but I have a present for you."

He took a small box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee.

"Violet Baudelaire, will you marry me?"

Everyone was silent, and they all looked at Violet.

"Yes Quigley, I will!"

"You woke the triplets up Sunny!"

"Uh-oh."

Isadora stood up.

"No, I'll go Is."

Quigley walked down the hallway until he found the guest bedroom. He didn't worry about being quiet; they were already awake, why bother? He walked over to their cribs, he'd hardly looked at them before, but he knew which one was the girl. She looked so much like her mother. Quigley picked her up and looked into her big brown eyes.

"I love you, my daughter Violet."