Epilogue
Kaylee groaned and collapsed on the couch. "I'm going to die."
D grinned and rubbed her stomach tenderly. "I sure hope not."
"These guys are killing me," she complained.
He raised his eyebrows. "Guys?"
She faked innocence. "Yeah… didn't I tell you?"
He mock-scowled. "I don't think so."
"Daddy…" Thirteen-year old Kelita entered the living room and frowned at him. "Are you bugging Mom again?"
The look on her face was so comical he had to laugh. "She started it!" he defended, pointing at his wife, who rolled her eyes at their daughter.
"It's okay, Keli. You're going to have two little brothers soon."
"I wanted another sweet little girl," D grumbled.
Kelita grinned and stepped forward to sit in his lap. "Thanks."
He tickled her. "You're welcome. Don't worry, Kay, I don't mind boys." He sighed dramatically. "I guess they're not too bad."
"Careful, buddy," Kay warned, eyes twinkling. "That's my kids you're talking about."
D laughed and moved closer.
"We are the most messed up family ever," Kelita announced suddenly, and Kaylee burst out laughing.
"That we are."
"And we're getting two more."
"I'm going to guarantee they're as weird as me!" Kelita giggled.
"I don't think so."
"I do."
D smiled as his wife and daughter argued jokingly back and forth. God, if you're up there… thank you. Thank you for Kaylee, thank you for Kelita, and thank you for my two twin boys who are going to be born in three months. I don't know what I'd have done without them.
"D?" Kaylee noticed his faraway look. "What is it?"
He smiled and hugged her and Kelita tighter. "Nothing. Just thanking God for bringing you to me."
A/N: Thanks a lot for the reviews, it's been fun. Keep an eye out for my new series coming out in a while. The end!