Author note: Alright everyone, this is the epilogue, and I gotta say I'm gonna miss this story dearly. So, hopefully you've enjoyed it as much as I did.

Since that day in the warehouse when my uncle was officially dead, I didn't know what to do with my life. I didn't exactly get my revenge, but I suppose it was close enough.

Everything changed since that day, changed completely. I didn't know whether or not to feel relieved or angered that I didn't get to do the dark deed of killing him. I knew one thing for sure though – my husband changed my life completely.

For years I was haunted by my past with my uncle, and now I could finally leave all that behind and continue my life with my wonderful family.

When Makenna turned three Spot was no longer leader of Brooklyn, and the leadership was handed down to Spark. And, oddly enough, Skip became second in command.

Spot became more devoted to his family after Spark and the others went to war with Harlem again, but Brooklyn never fails.

When Makenna was just four there was an addition to our family – a baby boy who we named Ayden Tyler Conlon. I could already tell that he was going to be Spot inside and out, slingshot and all.

A year after Ayden was born, what I feared the most happened. Makenna fell out of the tree, and messed up her head pretty badly, but not bad enough for her to be mentally ill. From time to time she'll zone out, but that was about it.

Jack and Scout married four years ago, and ended up having twins – Adam and Abigail, 3 – and a little boy, 1, Davis. And, to my complete amazement, Poet ended up marrying Hart.

I quickly walked into the living room of mine and Spot's new house and began to examine the many books on our shelf. Out of nowhere Makenna's six-year-old form ran into the living room, laughing so hard I was pretty sure she was going to pass out.

Spot ran in after her, and quickly grabbed her little body and began to furiously tickle her.

Makenna's laughing increased as she screamed: "Daddy, I give in, I give in!" Spot grinned and released his daughter gently after giving her a huge kiss on the cheek. Makenna's first word was daddy, which didn't surprise me at all since she was a daddy's girl.

Makenna giggled and quickly pulled Spot's cane out of his belt loop and took off.

"Hey, dat's cheatin!" Spot called after her.

"No it isn't!" I heard her holler back. I laughed slightly and leaned against the bookshelf. Ayden slowly crawled into the living room and grabbed onto Spot's leg and pulled himself up to a standing position, and used his father's leg to balance himself.

Makenna, jealous that Ayden was now getting attention from Spot, swiftly attached herself to his other leg and squeezed it tightly. "What is dis, a ride?" Spot asked, looking down at his children.

I grinned and flipped through one of the books. "Of course it is," I told him.

The front door flew open, and in walked a very goofy looking Scout, and a tired looking Jack. The twins took a good look at what Ayden and Makenna were doing, and in no time they too were attached to their uncle's legs. Scout gently put Davis down onto the ground, and he wobbled over to Spot and wrapped his little arms around the same leg that Ayden was holding onto.

"Man, kids are like leaches," Scout laughed as her and Jack walked into the living room.

Spot grinned and began to walk, while balancing forty-million kids on his legs, towards Jack.

"Heya Jacky-boy," he said, spitting into his hand. Jack did the same and the two knuckleheads shook hands, which was stupid to do in front of the children. The twins quickly spit into their small hands and hit each other in the head with it.

"You guys are great influences," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Did dey jus' hit each udder in da head?" Scout asked stupidly. Jack sent her a "duh" look, and sat down on the sofa.

"Sage, honey, a lil' help here," Spot said, pointing down at the leach-like children. I grinned and pried the kids away from Spot's legs, but held onto to Ayden and sat down on the other sofa.

Spot joined me and patted his lap for Makenna to sit down, and the little six-year-old crawled into her daddy's lap and curled up in his arms. Well, he did say that she'd forever be in his arms.

After everyone had left that night and said their goodbyes, Spot and I put Makenna to bed. I stood in the doorway and watched as Spot gently lay his daughter down in her bed and pulled the sheets over her small body.

"I love you, daddy," Makenna whispered, kissing his forehead. Spot's eyes softened, and teared up a bit.

"I love you too, Makenna," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Love you mommy," Makenna said, looking over at me. "I love you too, Makenna."

We then put Ayden in his crib and headed off to bed after we washed up.

"Sage?" Spot whispered from behind me as we lay in bed.

I opened my eyes and peered over my shoulder. "Hmm?" I asked groggily.

"Do youse think dat I'm a good fadder?" Spot asked me as he slipped his arm around my waist.

I smiled to myself and turned over so I was facing my husband and kissed his lips passionately. "Of course I do," I whispered back. "Makenna and Ayden adore you to death."

Spot pressed his forehead to mine and smiled softly. "I love you," he whispered before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"I love you too," I said, watching him.

Makenna became pretty popular on the streets by the time she was eight, and I was pretty sure it had to do with being Spot Conlon's daughter. She carried her father's old slingshot in her pocket, and became attached to his cane.

Ayden was three and became addicted to eating paper, or any other object for that matter. I didn't know why exactly, because Makenna never ate paper or anything, I guess it was just an Ayden thing.

The children got to calling Race 'Uncle Race' which kind of fit, since he was the one always babysitting. Spot and I were working a lot, but not too much to where we never get to see each other. We didn't really need the extra money because of my inheritance from my mother, but we wanted to money to be there for the kids.

When Makenna turned nine Spot's worse nightmare happened – she became obsessed with boys. She would sit with me for hours and tell me about this good looking boy in her class who she believed had a crush on her too. Spot on the other hand wouldn't allow his daughter to become involved with boys, and banned them from our house.

It was cute to watch Spot become frantic about his daughter spending time with a bunch of boys.

"She's a young girl," I assured him. "She knows what she's doing."

"No she doesn't! One of these days one of dem boys is gonna break 'er heart, and den I hafta break their necks!" Spot exclaimed.

I smiled to myself and read over the newspaper. "She's nine Spot; I don't think she plans on getting married anytime soon."

"How do youse know? Right now she can be havin a weddin right now," Spot had said dramatically.

"Oh yeah, and Ayden is playing poker with Harlem," I laughed.

"Let's not get too carried away, honey," Spot had said.

I don't think anybody but me knew that Makenna was becoming worse in the head from her fall many years ago. She'd come up to me and complain about having intense headaches, and not remembering a thing her teacher said during class.

I mentioned it to Spot two or three times, but he didn't want to believe that his daughter was getting worse.

When Ayden was seven he started school, and to my amazement he was quite smart for his age. Nothing like Spot, no offense to my husband, but he wasn't too smart about school stuff.

Makenna was twelve and fell head over hills for a boy named Jason Porter, who was a year older than her. She followed him around everywhere, and drove Spot crazy whenever she mentioned him.

"Mom, does my hair look okay?" my twelve-year-old daughter asked me as she skipped down the stairs.

I smiled brightly and pushed her hair behind her ears. "Beautiful as always, sweetheart," I said, grinning. Makenna smiled and straightened out her skirt and grabbed her schoolbooks.

Spot walked in, dressed for work, and looked at his daughter. "Ready to go?" he asked. He had been dropping Makenna off at school since ever she started before he went on to work.

"That's okay, daddy; Jason is walking me this morning," Makenna giggled. Spot furrowed his eyebrows, a look of hurt settling in his soft blue eyes.

"Dat boy dat youse keep talkin 'bout?" my husband asked.

Makenna nodded excitedly and grinned once there was a knock at the door. Spot opened his mouth to protest, but I settled my hand upon his shoulder and shook my head. Makenna opened the door and shyly greeted Jason, and Spot's face turned red once he saw Jason kiss Makenna's cheek.

I grinned and gave her a thumbs up as she bid us goodbye and left.

"I'm gonna kill dat boy if her hoits 'er!" Spot said, kissing me lightly on the lips before leaving for work.

That night Makenna came home in tears, her hair a mess and her beautiful white skirt dirty.

Spot and I were in the living room, me helping Ayden with his homework, and Spot reading one of the novels. Spot immediately shut his book and placed it to the side.

"Oh daddy!" Makenna cried, running into her father's warm arms. "You were right! Jason is nothing but a stupid boy!"

Spot rubbed his daughter's back lovingly and rested his head on hers as she buried her head in his chest, crying uncontrollably.

"What happened?" Spot asked angrily.

I kissed my sons head, "Ayden, can you go up to your room and play?" I asked. Ayden smiled and left the room, running up the stairs.

I joined Spot and Makenna on the couch as she began to explain. "Jenny had a crush on Jason too, and he knew, and Jenny found out that I liked him and complained to Jason. Then Jason told us to fight and whoever won got to be his girl!" Makenna sobbed, wiping at her tears.

"Where does he live?" Spot asked a serious look on his face.

"Spot, you can't kill the boy!" I snapped.

"And why not?" he asked, holding his daughter firmly in his arms.

"Because that's illegal!"

Spot shrugged and continued to comfort his daughter, rocking her back and forth as she sobbed into his chest.

When Makenna finally hit her teenage years, everything changed. She was fourteen, and spent most of her time away from the house.

Ayden had a fascination in dogs, and seemed to enjoy the stories of my old dogs Chance and Cookie. Cookie had died months before Ayden was ever born, so he never got to meet Cookie.

When Makenna turned fifteen, she was once again with that Jason guy, obeying his every order. Spot didn't find out until he found that boy at our door again. That night, he and Makenna fought.

"Makenna, what is wrong with youse? He hoit you years ago, and now yer worshiping at his feet?" Spot yelled.

Makenna clenched her fists in anger. "Nothing is wrong with me! Why can't you just accept the fact that I love him?"

"Because youse don't know what love is!" Spot exclaimed.

"Why won't you let me do as I please? I'm not your little girl anymore, dad!"

Spot flinched; this was the first time ever that Makenna never addressed him as 'daddy'.

"Yes you are my lil' goil, youse'll always be my lil' goil no mattah how old youse are! And I forbid you ta ever see dat boy again!"

Makenna stared at him in disbelief. "What? You can't do that, it isn't fair!"

"Don't argue with me," said Spot.

Makenna's face turned red from anger as tears spilled out of her eyes. "I hate you! I hate you so much and I wish you weren't my father!" Makenna then ran up the stairs without a backward glance.

Spot stared wide-eyed at the space Makenna just stood, his eyes filled with hurt.

"She didn't mean it, honey," I said, touching Spot's arm.

"Yeah she did," Spot said, sitting down onto the living room couch. "I'm a bad fadder."

I shook my head and kissed his cheek. "You're a wonderful father; you just care about your kids."

Ayden then walked into the living room, and wrapped his arms around Spot's neck. "I love you daddy," he said.

Spot smiled and pulled his son into his lap. "I love you too, Ayden."

Makenna never apologized to Spot, and barely spoke to him. She continued to just call him 'dad' and that was that.

When she turned sixteen she barely ever came home, and Spot blamed himself for her behavior.

Spot got around and showed Ayden how to use a slingshot, and he became very good at it. He was a smart kid, and I hoped he'd never turn out like Makenna.

Makenna once again found herself crying in her father's arms one night after a fight with Jason because she found him with another girl. From then on Makenna began to call Spot 'daddy' again, and even apologized for saying that she hated him.

Our family was coming back together quickly, and Makenna was back to being a daddy's girl.

But, not everything ends happily. Makenna's brain somehow had gotten worse, and was making her see things. Like, a hooded figure following her around, and little purple dots floating in the air with eyes.

A year later our hearts were shattered into pieces. Makenna had to stay in bed from not being able to walk, and one night, when she was seventeen, she slowly died in Spot's arms.

I had never seen Spot cry so hard and long, whispering to himself. He held on tightly to Makenna and kept his promise: she would forever be in his arms.

That year hurt us deeply, and Ayden didn't say much afterwards, although he was growing up to be a handsome young man.

Spot and I stayed close like we used to, and never grew tired of each other. Ayden eventually got married to a girl named Amy.

I soon died of old age, and Spot followed afterwards, leaving Ayden with all of our money and the house.

Even in heaven love never dies, and Spot did hold onto his daughter forever, and our love never died. The memories of our past were stored away in a book that Spot had secretly written when he was living, and was soon published. But my book was now coming to its last page, and even if it didn't end the way I wanted it to, it was good enough for me.

Author note: I know, I know, not what we expected, but whatever. So, I hope you enjoyed it!