Hello, people, my lovely readers and some reviewers. I have a sequel idea in mind, but I want to wait until summer to post it. This is almost complete, this and then probably the epilogue. This will be somewhat short, so yeah, Chapter 13, guys.

"Ryan, come here right now!" Sydney screamed at her husband. He ran downstairs and into the den to see Sydney angrily turning off the blaring television. "You left CSI on, again!" She shouted. "You are an idiot, Ryan Evans!" Sydney continued as Troy appeared at the door and looked in at his sister and brother-in-law.

"Sorry, Syd. I forgot…"

"Again." Sydney said crossly and walked away.

"Sydney," Ryan protested. "Come on, Sydney, I didn't mean it, I swear." Sydney turned to her husband and let a ghost of a smile appear on her full lips. She walked back and hugged Ryan. "I love you, Syd." Ryan whispered in her ear and turned off the television after changing the channel. "Hey, Isabelle. You know that the dead man was acting dead, but was really alive, right?"

"Werkelijk?" The two year old asked in the comfortable language.

"Yes, Isabelle," Ryan said to the girl, understanding the gist of what his daughter had said. "Come on, Izzy. Let's go play with Thomas, Douglas, and Sophie. Take a nap, Syd." He said to the nineteen year old. "You deserve it. I'll take them to the park." Sydney nodded and went upstairs as Ryan turned to the children that had gathered by his legs. "What month were you guys born in?"

"Ryan, are you home?" Sydney called into the bedrooms of the house. She peeked into Thomas's room and then into Sophie and Isabelle's room. They had moved Doug out and into the guest room of the four bedroom spacious house. She ventured down the stairs and into the kitchen, where a note was on the table with a deep red box on the corner of it. Sydney lifted the long paper and read to herself in a whisper. "Syd, I hope that you like this, it is mother's day soon, and I thought you should get you're gift a little in advance because you're nineteen with four children. Most people don't have three kids, and you like four. I know you only wanted three, but I think that we compromised. Sydney, I love you, and so do the kids. I hope you enjoy you're gift." The note ended and Sydney opened the box carefully to reveal a gorgeous ring with six stones across it. A note fell from the box and Sydney opened it, hoping for an explanation of the different stones in the breathtaking ring. The first stone represents Doug, born on July 2, 2003, a ruby. The second stone represents me, born on September 21, 1986, a Sapphire. Third is Thomas, born April 30, 2002, an emerald, and fourth is Isabelle, born July 1, 2005, a ruby. Sophie is the fifth stone, born May 5, 2007, an emerald, and last but not least is you, my bride, born October 19, 1988, an opal.

Sydney smiled weakly and slid the spectacular ring onto her finger, the silver band beside her yellow wedding ring. She whispered a few kind words under her breath and let a glassy tear of joy fall from her eye. She sat down on the wooden chair beside her and admired the ring. "Hey Syd." Ryan said as he and the kids came in, and the twenty-one year old passed Sophie to her mother. "Like it?" He asked and Sydney just looked at him.

"Of course I do, Ry." She told him and he sat beside her with Isabelle in his lap, Doug and Thomas sitting beside their parents. "I love you guys."

"That's silly mommy." Douglas told her. "You don't need to tell us, we already know." Thomas and Isabelle nodded their agreement and Sophie reached up to Sydney's hair and tugged weakly on a strand, as if saying, 'ya, you don't need to tell us.' Sydney glanced around the table at her family, knowing that it was complete, and that she loved them all.

This was the end, guys. I hope you liked Learning to Live: The Truth Comes Out, and there is another on the way, I love these characters, but it will be in the future, when they are all in school, and older, much older. I just want to thank my reviewers, especially my readers that reviewed. I love you all because the hits I saw inspired me, and I love it, forever and always I love hits. I want to dedicate this to one reviewer in particular, Randomly Smurfy, because she tried to help me improve. That is it for this story; expect the next one up soon, guy. You rule.

-PT-