A/N: This isn't how I want it, but I'm so frustrated with people hounding me on DM that I've just thrown it together to get it out so I can have it done. To the ones that have been waiting patiently I apologize. There are many people that don't understand that writing and creativity don't come on demand and sometimes writers block gets to you or your vision just can't be put on paper until you tweak it a lot. I wish more people would be understanding, but it is what it is. I'm happy to have this finished now and to walk away because of the pressure that some have obsessively put on me. I hate that this has to end so sourly for the ones who have appreciated my story and respected me. Maybe once I'm over this sour feeling I'll do a second epilogue or rewrite this one, but I don't know and I don't want to be bugged about it.

So, thank you to the readers who have been patient and respectful.

Anastasia

"Jack Edward Hyde, what you've done to these four women is completely despicable. Watching you through this trial, I have seen no regret and no sympathy for what you've done to these women. I have no doubt that if you get out, you will do this over and over and over again. You have no soul, Mr. Hyde. These women are strong individuals, though. They will rise above the abuse and trauma that you inflicted on them. Thanks to Mr. Grey's financial assistance these women will have the time and therapy they need to heal and continue on with their lives. You will be left forgotten to everyone that has known you. You will sit in prison for the rest of your life. I'll make sure of it. No woman will ever have to face your deplorable, sadistic behavior again. To make sure of this, I am advising the court to give you four life sentences. One for each of these women. Take a deep breath now, because you'll never breathe a free man again."

I gasp when I hear the sentencing. The verdict of guilty on all counts came last week and it's been such a miserable week waiting for this sentencing. I've got a death grip on both my husband's hand and Elliot's. These two have made such a difference during this traumatic time and them flanking me on each side while we listen to Hyde's fate is such a sweet victory. They've been here unconditionally for me and Elliot has his own trauma he's facing with seeing me like he did. This is his victory just as much. Thankfully, the charges on Elliot were dropped while we were on our honeymoon. I didn't ask how or why, I figure that it's Christian and Elliot's business and it's not important. All that matters is that Elliot's name is clear.

Christian stands and helps pull me into a standing position once Jack is escorted out the side entrance with police. I just delivered our son via c-section two weeks ago and I still struggle with using my core muscles. Little Oliver Theodore Grey, named after my father and his grandfather, is just perfect in every way. He looks so much like his daddy already; I'm completely obsessed with him and so is Ellie. She's named him Little Ollie and it's so damn adorable. Ollie and Ellie are just a perfect fit. She's just the best big sister and is so helpful with everything baby. I love watching her with Christian while they work to change him or give him a bath. Watching the three of them together is so beautifully intense that it actually makes my chest ache and it takes my breath. God I miss my babies already. Lydia and Mia have stayed at our house today to watch them so we could be here with everyone. I am so worried that I haven't pumped enough, but Christian assures me that Ollie won't go through six bottles in the few hours we're away. Still, I find myself checking my phone to make sure that I don't have any missed calls or texts from the women.

I get pulled away from my thoughts when hugs from his family, my family, our friends, and loved ones come one after another and I actually get teary-eyed realizing just how supportive our circle is. Even Ron and Lydia have consistantly shown their support. Every time I'm with them, my mind starts to wander to Leila and why she was the way she was. She had to have had some sort of mental disorder for everything to happen how it did. These two are too damn good. I am thankful to have them in our lives and so thankful that Ellie has them. Ollie, too. I want him to have all these strong grandparents in his life. My children are so loved.

"Hey, you okay? Do you need to step away and take a break?" Christian rubs my shoulders while he looks over my face. I'm bawling, but it's cathartic. The trial is over. Hyde will never get out. I'm loved. Our babies are loved. Our support system is the best there ever was. I can't be more blessed.

I give him a smile. "I'm perfect. So fucking perfect, Christian. Let's go celebrate. I'm starving." Christian has hired a catering company for a celebratory lunch for our whole circle. We haven't been all together like this since our wedding and I'm looking forward to food and conversation while everyone enjoys the pool. I can't yet, since I was filet'd open just two weeks ago, but I want everyone to have a good time.

XxXxXx

"Do you know how damn sexy you look right now?" I stare at my husband, who is standing in the shade in nothing but swim shorts while he holds our newborn son.

His eyes leave our son and he looks up at me, giving me his boyish grin that turns me to mush. God, why do I have to be out of order right now? I just want to take him upstairs and tear his bottoms off so we can make another baby.

"Sorry I'm wasting it when you're off limits."

I giggle and lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him before ducking down to kiss our son's forehead. "Oh, handsome, it isn't wasted. I still have eyes. I can still fantasize. Might have to give you a little treat later for looking so good, though."

His eyebrow raises. "Yea? Definitely not wasted then." He wraps his free arm around my waist and holds me to him. "You better sit down and relax babydoll. You've been pushing yourself a lot today."

I frown. I know. My stomach is so sore, but everyone is over and I want to make sure everyone is happy and has everything they need.

"Here, come sit with the mothers under the umbrella. Our son will be asking for food soon. I'll get your smock so you'll be ready." He escorts me to the table where Grace, Lydia, and my mother are sitting and holds my hand to help me sit. My mother immediately holds out her arms to Christian and he places Oliver in her arms, chuckling. "She used to throw her arms out because she liked me. Now, I'm just the man who keeps her grandchildren alive."

Momma smacks him with the spit rag when he hands it to her, admonishing him for his cheek. "I'll give you a hug when you give me another grandbaby."

"I expect one by Christmas, then."

I choke on my spit. Christmas? "Christian? Have you lost your damn mind?" The memory of my long labor is still too fresh, but at least next time I know I'll schedule a c-section. I still want time to heal properly before my stomach grows again... plus, I have to figure out how to parent the little guy that's already here. I can't imagine being heavily pregnant while dealing with a little boy who can barely walk.

He laughs. "Valentine's then?"

I roll my eyes. "We'll talk." This man was not joking when he said he wanted them close together and fast. We'll know when it's time and I won't allow him to push me. He tried that before and he failed.

"I think Christmas is good!" Ellie pops up beside her father, grinning. "Ollie is so cute, Mommy. I'd love to have a sister now...before I'm a teenager and too busy."

I groan. The two of them are going to team up again.

"Too busy? What do you think you're going to be doing as a teenager, Eloise?" Christian throws his arm around her neck and yanks her to him. "You going to be too cool to hang out with your family all of a sudden?"

"Daddy... I'm going to have a car. I am not going to stay at home! Bor-ing."

"A car, huh? How are you going to get a car?"

"You." She pokes him in the stomach.

"Me? Why would I buy a mean thing like you a car?"

"Daaaaaadddddd!" She whines and stomps her foot, but he just chuckles and leans down to kiss her head.

"See? Attitude. Maybe I will buy you the car so that I don't have to deal with that."

I giggle at their antics. They're always bickering back and forth and it's my favorite. Their bond is the sweetest and it's something I'm sure they both treasure. Fond memories that will last a lifetime.

Christian

It's hard to believe how much my life has changed in such a short time. It's been fifteen months since Anastasia showed up at Grey House looking for a job that she was completely unqualified for. I was a lonely, angry, single father who didn't have a life of his own. I lived for work and Ellie and put myself on the backburner. Anastasia was also in such a dark place. One that no one should ever have to experience, but Elliot saw the light at the end of the tunnel for us. He knew that we would hit it off... but I never expected us to find a whole new life worth sharing. Now, I'm a husband, a father of two, and a business owner of a business that runs pretty smoothly without me micromanaging it. I knew I had competent staff, but I could never release the control that everyone deserved... until now. I deserve my time for my family and my team deserves to learn and thrive in their careers. I was stifling so many with my control issues. I still find myself a workaholic if I don't force myself to step away, but it only takes one look at my family for me to forget about it and leave that shit at the office.

Having a son of my own makes me want to do better. I've always wanted to do better with Ellie of course, but the same sex parent is the strongest role model for their children and I want Oliver to be well-rounded and happy. I don't want him to turn into an angry overworked asshole like I was. I want him to be driven in all aspects of his life of course, but I don't want him to be stretched thin and exhausted. My father had warned me that having a son was going to be an all new added pressure, but I didn't understand why until he came out looking just like me. When Ana had said she hoped he was like me, it made me realize I needed to be careful how I do things from now on. I always saw my own father as a sort of a hero and I want my Ollie to feel the same about me. I want to be worthy of him... Of all my family. I have the most incredible wife who thinks I hung the moon and a beautiful 11 year old daughter who is as witty as they come. She's so full of life and smart as can be. She gives me a run for my money and our bond is so damn strong. My girls easily make me feel like I'm worthy, but they love me unconditionally. Hopefully this little boy will, too. I know I already feel that way for him.

"Mind if I hold my Olliet?" Elliot has a seat beside me at the patio table and holds out his hands so I can hand him over. As soon as we announced his name at the hospital, my brother has been insistent on calling him that, since we didn't name our child after him. Especially since he's the reason we met. "I need the practice."

"Practice?" My eyebrow raises. "Are you saying...?"

He grins as he holds my son close to his chest. I can barely see him under his big hands. It's entertaining. "She's officially twelve weeks."

'Fuck, dude. That's incredible! Congratulations!" Kate had gotten pregnant a couple months after their wedding, but sadly she miscarried. The few months after were such a dark time for them that they didn't even come around. I suspect that seeing Ana pregnant was just too much for them, which is completely understandable. We gave them the time to grieve and heal and when the Jack Hyde trial started, it forced Elliot to see us during their testimonies and slowly, the two started coming around more often and by the time Anastasia was close to the end of her pregnancy, both of them were glued to her stomach when they came around. I was grateful that they had that time together before Oliver was born, but now that I know she was pregnant herself and her heart wasn't aching, it makes it even sweeter. I can't wait to see them as parents. Elliot is going to be an amazing father.

Elliot actually gets teary-eyed and it pulls at my heart strings. I reach over and squeeze his shoulder. "No one deserves this more than you two. You are going to be an incredible father."

"Thanks, dude." He wipes at his eyes and kisses Oliver's head. "It's so hard to believe I'm going to have one of these in six months time."

"It's the best feeling in the world. Nothing compares."

Kate makes her way over and I immediately stand to give her a hug. "Congratulations, Kate. I'm so excited for you."

She laughs as I sway us. "He just couldn't wait to tell, could he?" Pulling away, she smacks at her husband.

I offer her my seat beside Elliot and she immediately takes my son from his uncle, making Elliot pout. "He's mine!"

I chuckle. "You better not let my wife hear you say that."

"Say what?"

Grinning, I turn my head to see my girl come padding over to us. I open my arms and let her slip into my lap. "Evidently Ollie is his."

Ana snorts. "You were definitely not part of that."

"He'll have his own soon enough and he'll stop trying to kidnap our children."

She gives me a confused look and I realize Kate hasn't told her.

"Ana, I'm pregnant."

"What?" She screeches and jumps off of my lap to hug Kate, smushing our baby between them.

Kate laughs. "Yes. Twelve weeks. We wanted to wait until I was farther along and the whole Jack thing was over before we told everyone."

"I'm going to be an aunt! I'm so excited! Oh, Kate! This is just everything!" My girl begins to sob and I'm up quickly, hugging her to me.

"Oh, Ana. We don't want you upset." Kate looks worried, but I shake my head.

"Her hormones are still all over the place. Something you'll find out quickly enough."

Kate's look of worry turns into a grin. "Lucky me."

Anastasia

I come out of the bathroom after a quick shower to find my family curled up in bed, sleeping. Ellie is asleep on my pillow while Christian lays propped up against the headboard, Oliver laying on his chest while Friends plays on the television.

My life couldn't get any better.

I make my way over towards the boys so I can put Oliver in his side sleeper but Christian grumbles and covers him with both hands. "Not yet."

I grin. "Okay." I run a hand through Christian's hair and kiss his temple before leaning down to kiss Oliver's head. I had wanted to give Christian a break from baby duty for a few, but he isn't interested. I love that. He loves his children so fiercely.

I make my way to the opposite side of the bed and slip in, sliding Ellie over so I have more space to settle in on my back. I barely get settled before Ellie is rolling and her head hits my shoulder.

"Night, Mommy. Love you."

Bugger. That hits me in all the feels. I love this girl so damn much, it hurts.

"I love you, too, girlfriend."

"Can I sleep here tonight?" She doesn't bother to open her eyes or move because she knows we never tell her no.

"Of course you can." I move my arm so she can cuddle into my side and I run my fingers through the hair on the back of her head. It has grown so much in the last few months and we've had a lot of fun learning new hair styles for her. I know that soon she'll be doing them all on her own and I won't be needed anymore. I kiss her forehead and pout a little. I want her to be independent, but it's bittersweet. I don't get much time with her before she becomes a teenager and does her own thing. I hope I don't lose my best friend.

"She knows you'll always be there for her, Ana."

I look over at Christian, who is watching me. Giggling, I wipe at the tears that have formed. I hate hormones. "Stop reading my thoughts."

He grins. "I struggle with the same thing. She's growing up, but she has a lot of growing up to do, still."

I sniffle. "I just hope she doesn't grow to hate us in a few years."

Eloise's arm squeezes me. "Don't be sad. I'll always love you. I've got to grow up sometime."

I laugh. "I know. Just don't forget about us along the way."

"I won't. We're best friends remember?"

I hug her close to me. "You'll always be my best friend."

"Daddy's pouting isn't he?"

Looking over, I see Christian with a deep pout. "I'm supposed to be your best friend."

"Are you talking to me or Ellie?"

"Both!"

"Oh, no, Ellie. The king of Seattle is getting all huffy because he isn't the center of attention."

He gives me a playful scowl while she giggles and flips over, hugging his bicep. "Don't worry, Daddy. We still love you. You're still our favorite." She reaches up and runs a finger over her brother's soft, dark hair. "Besides, Ollie will need a best friend."

"Better tell Elliot he's being replaced." I tease.

"He replaced me with Ellie already. He can't be surprised!"

"Well, can you blame him?" Ellie grins.

I giggle. I love my family. I know that we can get through whatever is thrown at us. Everything that I've gone through has been completely worth it for this.

Fin.