Hey guys! I'm back, and with one review…pitiful, yet a hit in the first ten minutes…

Thank you, AColdSky, but I have a plot, and many ideas. If you have a problem, don't read. I am including translations. I MADE A MISTAKE IN CHAPTER 3! ISABELLE DOES NOT HAVE DWARFISM OR AUTISM!

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They chose to go to the park. Sydney would push her growing daughter on the swing as Thomas and Douglas bounced a ball on the basketball court. It had been months since the incident, and Sydney had confessed the man's identity to Ryan. "Is there a problem?" Sydney approached the men that where making fun of Doug and Thomas.

"Yeah, these babies are using our court." The eldest, about thirteen answered.

"These children are mine." Sydney responded to the rude comment with ferocity. "I want you to allow them to continue with their fun. I don't want three screaming kids." Isabelle had fallen on the cement, and her knee was bleeding. Thomas approached her, and hugged her.

"Bent u o.k. Isabelle? De mama zal u thuis helpen. (1)" Thomas comforted her, and Douglas agreed. Thomas had taught her a few Dutch words, and Doug would practice as much as possible. "Leave!" He directed at the boys.

"Are you ready to go Syd?" The boys gaped at Ryan. He was the president of a computer company, recently promoted to replace the harsh former boss.

"Yes, Ryan. We can come back when these boys will permit our children to play. Besides," She responded. "I have our wedding to plan." The boy's let their jaws drop as Ryan lifted Isabelle and Sydney took Thomas and Douglas's hands. "Come on now." She told them, and led them towards the car, leaving the five boys in shock. They drove home, Sydney preparing a lunch of grilled cheese. Eating was silent at the meal; Isabelle's cries had turned to whimpers.

"Mummy, Izzy hurt." Thomas reminded her, causing her to get up and put a band-aid on the youngest child's knee.

"Thank you, Tommy." Isabelle whispered; her eyes back on her food.

"Welcome!" He replied brightly to the brownish-red haired child. They continued, forks heard clanking on the plates. "What now?" He asked.

"How about you go watch 'Beauty and the Beast'." Sydney suggested, and Ryan went to put it in the player. Ryan lifted Isabelle, who stumbled when she walked, and placed her on the big chair in the room, Thomas crawling onto the couch, Douglas following close behind. Ryan and Sydney settled themselves in the sitting room after cleaning the dishes.

"Their joy, Ryan." Sydney told him. "I love them so much, and I feel sorry for the other children at Adoption Hall."

"Syd, you have some kind of childcare degree, right?" Ryan asked, an idea popping into his head.

"Yeah…" Sydney looked at him strangely.

"So we could put away a little each month and buy it."

"No, Ryan. We can talk after the wedding, but we have to care for Isabelle, Douglas and Thomas, and pay bills, buy clothes. It's probably really expensive, and the kids are already a handful." Sydney protested in sadness. "I wish we could, but we can't."

"Then consider this: we have no connections with these children, besides step-father and adoptive mother and father. I want a child that ties you and me together." Ryan responded to the outburst calmly. The telephone rang and Sydney hurried to pick it up.

"Hello, Bolton-Evans residence." She told the caller.

"Hey Sydney, its Troy." Troy responded, and Sydney motioned for Ryan to join the conversation.

"Hey Troy, its Ryan." He told the boy.

"Hey Ryan. Gabi and I just got back from her first ultrasound. Guess what?"

"What?" Sydney asked.

"Triplets!" Troy's voice pierced her ear excitedly.

"That is amazing, Troy. Three kids!" Sydney told him.

"I know, right! Well, I have to go call Kelsi, and Jason, and everyone! Bye!" The line clicked dead and Isabelle crawled in carefully.

"I tired, Mama." She told Sydney, rubbing her eyes.

"Then let's get ready for bed, sweetheart. Ryan," She turned, "can you get Doug and Thomas for me. Just send Doug up, and tuck Thomas in please."

"Sure." Ryan left and Sydney lifted Isabelle up the stairs to place the one-and-a-half year old in her crib.

"I love." She whispered in her quiet voice, Sydney hearing with difficulty. Sydney smiled and nodded, praising her, and changing her into pajamas. Douglas arrived at the door, and Sydney lifted her.

"When wedding?" She asked her biological mother, and she answered:

"Three days, Douglas, my Sakura Girl." Sydney responded, and placed the changed girl under the covers.

—Wedding Day—

Sydney smiled. Everyone was reunited for the joining of her and Ryan. Everyone was beaming, and Sydney was simply glowing in her glory. Her dress was a stunning traditional white, and had a lovely embellishment of white across her torso. The bottom flowed out and away from her body in a floor length train, and the veil covered her beautiful features. Douglas wore a dress of satin that fell to mid calve, and white dress shoes. Everything was traditional. Thomas was chosen as the ring bearer, and Isabelle as the second flower girl. Her dress was identical to Douglas's. The bells chimed one, and Jack arrived at the door.

"I'm so proud." He told her, a smile spread across his face like peanut butter, and was glued there.

"Thank you, Daddy. Everything worked out." Sydney replied; a smile on her face as she retrieved her bouquet of orchids, lilies, and a few yellow roses. "Can we go?"

"Yes." Jack replied and held out his arm. Sydney took it and they walked down the aisle, the Sakura girls throwing cherry blossoms into the air. Sydney was beaming the whole way down. Douglas and Thomas had linked arms, Thomas then adding Isabelle to the chain. Thomas stood between the girls, his arms through theirs, still managing to hold the rings.

"We are gathered here to witness the joining of this man, and this woman in holy matrimony," The minister began. Sydney barely heard any of what he was saying. "Do you, Sydney Elizabeth Bolton, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, fofr richer of poorer, 'til death do you part?"

"I do." Sydney whispered.

"And do you, Ryan Timothy Evans, take this woman to be your lowfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness in health, for richer or poorer, 'til death do you part?"

"I do." His voice rang around the air happily, bouncing into people's ears. They slipped on each other's rings, smiling.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He told Ryan. Ryan smiled and bent to kiss Sydney, who returned it with passion and love.

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Not my best, I know, but hey, they are married now. And I don't know what they say at weddings, so I made up the beginning hoping I got it right.

(1) Are you okay, Isabelle? Mommy will help you at home.