Annie was right about getting a sister. Twice. Grace and Oliver entered the house, each carrying a little baby girl. Annie couldn't wait to meet them. She watched them enter the house from where she was seated on the steps with Sam. Their names were Molly and Lilly. They had Brown, curly hair, like Grace. Annie was very excited. She had always wanted a little sister, much like Molly at the orphanage had been, but this was twice as exciting. Annie was sixteen now, and would be spending time away from home. She had school and dance class and just ordinary young adult things. Annie had been dancing since she had come to live with Oliver, and she had several lead roles in her school's musicals. And she was excited to share these things with her new sisters, well eventually.

Grace couldn't stop smiling. Two girls. She could have never even dreamed of this moment last year. Six years ago she couldn't even picture herself married to the richest man in New York City, with a wonderful adopted daughter, a three-year old boy and now the twins. She looked up the stairs, and saw Annie and Sam sitting on the steps.

"Hi, you two." She said, handing Molly to Oliver. She walked up the steps to them and giving them both a hug. She had been in the hospital a lot longer this time, and she missed her two eldest children.

"We missed you, mom." Annie said, giving her another hug. Annie's puppy, Chance, came out from behind her, yelping to Grace. She giggled, picking up the little puppy. Chance was a little Golden Retriever that had "mysteriously" shown up on the grounds of the mansion. Sam was sitting behind Annie, looking forlornly from Grace to Oliver, who was holding both the twins. Sam was used to being the baby, and he was not happy at all about not being the youngest anymore, or getting a new room next to Annie's.

"Who wants to come see the babies?" Grace asked, more to Sam, trying to cheer him up a bit, not knowing the babies were the source of his anger.

"Ok, mom." Annie answered. "Come on, Sam!" She started to get up, but Sam tried to pull her back down.

"Sam!" She exclaimed, giving him a stern look.

"No!" He grumbled, crossing his arms and scooting further away from Grace and Annie. Annie tried to pull him into her lap, but the boy refused to move. Tears were forming in the little boy's eyes and his face was turning a deep red.

"Oh, my little boy! Come here, sweetie." Grace exclaimed, going over to pick him up, but he jumped up and ran up the stairs, Chance yelping as he followed, thinking his master was playing a game. Grace gave a hurt look to Annie, and then followed the boy up the stairs. She reached the top just as he slammed the door to his new room. Grace reached the door and knocked gently.

"Sam?" she called quietly, wanting the boy to come out on his own. She was worried, why was he acting this way? There was no answer. She tried again, and then turned the handle, only to find that her young son had locked himself in his room.



"Punjab!" She called, knowing the man could open the door for her. Punjab immediately rounded the corner, as if by magic.

"Yes, Mrs. Warbucks?"

"Punjab, could you open Sam's door please? He has locked himself in."

"Of course." Replied Punjab, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the door opened. Grace entered and walked over to sit next to her only son, who was on the edge of his bed, crying softly. Giving him a hug, she asked:

"What's wrong, my little boy?"

"I…I not baby no more…" He hiccupped, his tears starting to subside.

"Oh, Sam." Grace laughed, pulling her son onto her lap. "You'll always be my baby boy."

"I...I will?" He snuffed, looking into his mother's cheerful face.

"Of course." She replied, kissing him on the head. "Now, do you want to go meet your new sisters?"

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Life settled slowly back to normal, though with much less sleep for everyone. Annie was now gone from home a lot. She had been studying dance since she was ten, and she was so accomplished, she was doing shows on Broadway. Oliver and Grace were so proud of her. She had worked very hard to reach her dream, just as Oliver had done in the stockyards as a young boy and Grace when she started working for Oliver. Sam still got jealous sometimes, but he was much better with the girls, running over to their cradles to kiss them on their heads.

Grace made her way carefully down the stairs, holding Lilly, while Annie was following behind with little Molly. Oliver was gone for a week on a business trip, and everyone missed him terribly. In the six years that they had been together, Oliver had not been away for longer than a day or two. The house seemed much larger without him there, even with all the servants in the house, and the children to take care of. Sam was sick at the moment, so he was in his room, sleeping. Annie finally had the family she had always wanted, and then some.

"Mom," Annie started, shifting Molly in her arms. "Are you happy?"

Grace looked over at her, rather surprised by Annie's question. "Of course I am, Annie, why would you ask me that?"

"I don't know. Just because I'm happy. Just making sure everyone else feels the same."



Grace laughed. Annie may be sixteen, but she still was a child in some ways. "Well, I think everyone is quite happy, with the exception of our sick little boy up there." They continued downstairs to the breakfast table. Yes, everyone was happy.