Epilogue

Zoë has been quiet, which is a good thing for the guy sitting to her right, which happens to be Miles. Both brother and niece are missing, as Aaron just went out to get some crap. Which leaves him and the little girl on his left. Which adds up to all kinds of terrifying.

Apparently he has been staring because when he looks up again he meets bright kiddy eyes.

She had been treasure hunting upstairs, and before she walked downstairs she watched her Auntie Chalie safely in Sebastian's arms, asleep in the room across the hall, taking a nap.

'Liked your expedition upstairs, kid?' Miles asks. Zoë just nods.

'Auntie Chalie was really tired,' Miles holds the whiskey in his hands as she talks some more, ' and Sebastain was really tired and then they went to sleep upstairs in the big bed.'

She sees Miles ' face go to an interesting kind of red which is very funny. She giggles. Then she hears some curse words that Aaron most certainly would not approve of.

'What the hell..' Miles utters, when he is slowly catching up with what the kid has been just telling him.

And then he flies of his chair, realising what is going on.

He is halfway through the room and on his way for the stairs as he yells with white anger, his boots hitting the first steps of the stairs. 'Bass!'

Old Miss Wilkens from the main store in the small town slowly makes her way around town. She is on her way home as she walks across the Porter house. Her bag in her hands, she hears a booming sounds coming from the house.

'Bass!'

She recognises the voice as General Matheson's voice. Of course the general is yelling at another General. She looks at the house, and laughs to herself.

'Silly boys.' She says to herself, nods her head and walks on. She knows they will be all right, because they are brothers. Brothers fight, about just anything, but put somebody else in front of them, and they will always have each other's back in the end.

Inside the house, downstairs, a giggling five year old watches the colour on a General's face change from pink to very red. She can't help but giggle as it reminds her from one of her characters from one of her books, as he storms out the room.

Then she turns her attention back to the paper and her drawing, and a princess with blonde long hair, blue eyes and a fairytale dress appears on her paper, just like a strong prince with wide shoulders stands behind her. She sips happily from her juice as she looks at the picture before her. She is not worried. Auntie Chalie explained to her that Miles and Sebastian fight, just like some boys from her class. But they really like each other, Chalie added, and they will always be fine. She decides to draw Miles, the king, just besides and behind Bass and Charlie, and pays extra attention to the crown she is drawing for him.

Inside the house, on the stairs, makes a red General his way upstairs. Three words on his mind. What the hell. He has a very vivid mental image of what he can walk into, but he does not care. He is pissed, even more pissed at himself that he actually brought that moron with him so many times when he went over to Charlie. More pissed that he missed this. Maybe a little fucking bit happy that in the end they have each other's backs. His niece. She needs someone strong enough for her burden, to keep her safe, even if she tells the whole wide fucking world she is fine. She needs someone who understands. His best friend. He needs someone who does not take his bullshit. Who is not afraid to step up. Who is stubborn enough to deal with that moron day by day. His niece. But for now, he won't let them off the hook that easy.

Inside the house, upstairs, a stubborn beautiful and close to happy as she has been for a very long time blue eyed girl is in the arms of a strong, tall, hardened by time and battle but equally happy blue eyed man as she hears that booming voice downstairs of the man she knows so well.

She giggles, the man grins a wide smirk at her, knowing another round of her sweet body under him needs to wait just a little bit until his brother has calmed the fuck down. Because his brother will. He is sure of that. Until then, they just have to sit out the storm. But dammit, she is worth it.

He pushes her back, kisses her one more time, his hand going over her stomach because of what is locked in there, his, hers, with blue desire and care in his eyes as he tastes the woman that has been his for years now, and now she is finally in his arms, she lets him in as the blue eyed girl realises he will become so much more, even more than he already is. To her.

'You know I love you Bass.' Charlie says for the first time, willing, freely, finally ready pushing some of his hair out of his face.

'Good, hold on to that feeling as that moron storms in in a moment, trying to kill me.' He smirks at her as he grumbles that.

He kisses her nose. 'I love you, Charlie. You have no fucking idea how much.'

She smiles back, that wide beautiful smirk of hers, that can still make him want to kiss her badly.

On the table, after Aaron proudly accepted the painting made by his little girl, his Zoë, there is a painting. A castle. A sun. Flowers. A blue eyed princes holding hands with a tall strong prince. Next to them a slightly moody king, but he stands beside them anyway. It is where they all seem to belong, the tree of them.

It is that picture, he will remember on a sunny autumn day when Bass will say yes to Charlie, and Charlie says yes to Bass, as she becomes his, and he becomes hers. But somehow, it has been like that for a very long time now. A slightly drunk Miles standing next to them. Her princess dress blowing in the wind, over the swollen curve of her belly, another princess or princeon the way, for Zoë to grow up with. This time, Zoë will teach him or her everything about inecones and tiaras. Zoë is standing close to them, holding the tiny hand of Bass and Charlie's first boy,Ethan, their son.

For now, Zoë walks outside, her toys in her hands, as she is ready to leave, leave for her Auntie Chalie and Sebastian, the most pretty princes she knows and the best lion in her life.

Because sometimes a little matchmaker can do great things.

Zoë softly closes the door behind her, as her little feet take her of the porch steps, backpack on her back, on her way to Chalie and Sebastian. She is sure he will read her another chapter from her favroite book, as Chalie sits close to her and Bass on the couch.

I wanted to end the story on a fun light and bit comical note.

I loved writing this story, and your amazing feedback, it was fun! Thank you for that, you are all amazing and I love writing, for Charloe, for the love of writing, and for all of you!

I will now get into things change, my version of chapter two, Charloe style with lots of Charloe moments. Of course, I have also some new stories planned out...

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