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Epilogue

For once the living room was quiet as I sank down onto the sofa, laying back on the soft dark brown material with a sigh only to wince when something poked into my side. Quietly groaning, I raised my back slightly and pulled the offending object from behind me before I laid back on the sofa. I laughed at the action figure in my hand before I tossed it in the general direction of the toy box that rested in the corner of the living room. I was exhausted and beyond thankful for the quiet that surrounded me. It had been a long and hectic day, and just as I closed my eyes and started to drift off into a much deserved nap, the sound of quick little feet and a giggle reached my ears. Suddenly, a tiny body threw itself on my uncovered stomach. I let out a little 'oomph' as I opened my eyes and looked at the smiling face of my three year old daughter, Olivia.

"Hi Mama," she said and I smiled at her before I pulled her up on the sofa with me and she sprawled her small frame on top of mine, her head resting on my chest as she sighed softly.

"Did your Daddy and your brothers ware you out?" I asked her softly as I gently played with her reddish brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, which had been neat that morning but now was messy thanks to the games she had been playing. Olivia didn't verbally answer; she just nodded her head as her thumb found its way to her mouth. That was a habit I was trying to break, but it wasn't affecting her teeth just yet and she didn't do it that often; only when she was really tired. I turned my head a bit and saw her eyes were already closed and I knew she was nearly asleep. I sighed quietly as I laid my head back and closed my eyes, fully intending to take a nap with Olivia lying on me. However, someone was against me because I heard Paul's deep chuckle from above me. I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

"I was wondering where she had run off to," he said, his voice quiet as he squatted next to where we laid. "You look beat."

"I've been going strong since five this morning," I said. "I got used to the boys being in school every day, now that summer's here I've got to get used to them running me ragged again." Paul chuckled before he picked up our sleeping daughter and kissed me on the forehead.

"I'm going to put her in her bed, and you should go lay down," he said. "That way the boys won't wake you like they did yesterday." I sighed as I nodded and slowly sat up.

"All right," I said. "I'm just going to watch them until you come back down." Paul nodded and carried Olivia up the steps of the house and to her bedroom. The house had gone through a lot of changes since Paul and I first moved into the house after our wedding ten years earlier.

When we first moved in it had been a small ranch house with two bedrooms and a large kitchen, it had been more than enough room for the two of us. However, as our family grew so did the house and the once one story home became a two story home with a wraparound porch. The guys had worked so hard on the house, Paul more than any of them, and it was beautiful. The dream home that Paul had always wanted for our family, which grew faster than we ever thought it would. I smiled as I padded my way through the dining room/kitchen area and leaned against the door frame of the sliding patio door as I watched my three sons chase each other around the yard.

A week after our second anniversary, I found out I was pregnant which was the result of several months of trying. Three and a half months into the pregnancy we were in for another surprise. There wasn't just one baby on the way, there were two. Brandon and Braden arrived in the summer, July to be exact and they were set to turn eight in a few short weeks. Lucas was next when the twins were almost three. Olivia had been a surprise, but a welcome surprise. She was the girl I had been wanting, and even though she was three I finally had an ally in the male dominated household.

Thankfully, Brandon and Braden weren't completely identical but they were close. Braden's skin was a little lighter than Brandon's, but with summer coming the limited sunlight we did get would darken his skin slightly since the boys practically lived outside. Brandon liked to wear his hair a little longer than his brother and their eyes were different colors. Brandon's eyes were brown like Paul's, but Braden had hazel eyes, a murky combination of my blue and Paul's brown. They both looked a lot like their father, so, I knew when they became teenagers we were going to have our hands full.

The twins were rambunctious balls of energy, where Lucas, my sweet Lucas, was quiet and gentle. However, let him loose with his brothers and they rubbed off on him. Lucas surprisingly took more from me than Paul. He had Paul's brown eyes and a light copper tone to his skin, but he had a variation of my nose and my lips. He was only five, but he was already too smart for his own good. He was reading and even writing at a second grade level, and the school had talked to Paul and me about skipping him to the second grade. He was going to be tested at the end of July, and I had a feeling he was going to do more than well enough to qualify to skip first grade.

Olivia was the baby and a complete and total Daddy's girl. At three she already had Paul wrapped around her little finger and all she had to do was give him those puppy eyes she had already mastered. Olivia took after me, even more than Lucas. Kim called her Mini Harper on several occasions, and I couldn't agree with her more. Unlike the boys who had gotten Paul's brown hair, Olivia's hair was redder, more on the auburn side but not quite. Her skin was lighter than any of her brothers but still tan and her eyes were a lighter hazel than Braden's. Paul had stopped phasing when she was born, but said that he would probably take it up again when she became a teenager. He vowed to keep the boys away from his little girl until she was thirty. We weren't the only ones with a family of our own, most of the guys were in the same boat we were.

Jason told us we were crazy for having four kids under six when Olivia came; but he was a proud uncle and father to his own small brood. Leah's worries about having kids stopped when she retired from the pack shortly after she and Jason married. A year into the marriage she had a healthy baby boy and a year later a girl. They had decided to stop at two, and they were all healthy and happy. Plus, all of our kids were close in age and got along amazingly well.

Emily and Sam had added two more kids to their family. Jared and Kim had waited to have kids and only recently had their first baby, a girl who already took after her mother. Claire and Quil had just started officially dating and Embry had met his imprint while on a road trip to Seattle four years ago. Thankfully, she was a local girl and the pair was getting married in a few months. Seth hadn't met his imprint yet, but the young man was still the same bubbly guy he had always been.

"Mommy!" Lucas cried when he spotted me and raced to and up the back steps before he ran to me. I laughed as I squatted down and scooped him up into my arms before I stood fully. He was getting big, so, it was a little harder for me to lift him but I could still pick him up. He was panting a bit because he had been running around with Brandon and Braden, but he was smiling as he looked at me.

"Are you having fun?" I asked him and he nodded as he smiled. "You're brothers aren't being too rough with you are they?"

"No Mommy. They're letting me play with them," he said with a laugh before he kissed my cheek and kicked his legs slightly to have me put him down. I did as he wanted and he went racing off down the stairs and into the yard again, going after Brandon since Braden was chasing him with water gun in hand. Warm familiar hands were settled on my hips before I was pulled back against Paul's chest. I sighed quietly as I leaned back against him and he wrapped his right arm around my waist, holding me to him, before he placed a kiss on the side of my head.

"They're going to sleep well tonight, aren't they?" he asked, his breath washing over the top of my head. I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, I just hope Olivia will go to bed when she's supposed to tonight. It's a little late for her to be taking a nap," I said. It was a little past four in the afternoon, and usually had all the kids in bed bathed and in bed by eight. With her taking such a late nap, I had a feeling she was going to up for a while.

"I'll get her to bed tonight, don't worry," Paul said and I nodded before I turned around in Paul's arms and slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he raised his left hand to my face and brushed away a stray curl that had fallen out of my ponytail.

"I'm tired," I said simply, but from the look on his face he knew that I was keeping something from him.

"Harp, you've been tired a lot lately and I know with the boys being out of school it's been a little rough, but are you sure you're feeling okay?" he asked and I lowered my hands from his neck to his chest and just let them rest there.

"Other than feeling tired, I'm fine, but . . ." I said trailing off, my heart starting to race in my chest. I had been trying to find the best time to tell him some news I had found out three weeks earlier.

"But what?" he asked, his voice a whisper and worry clear in his eyes as both his hands settled on either side of my waist and gripping me tightly. My right hand let his chest and grabbed his left wrist before I swallowed the lump in my throat and moved his left hand to settle over my lower abdomen.

"But in a little more than six months we're going to be a family of seven," I said quietly, my eyes never leaving his. He stared at me stupidly for a second as my words sunk in and I was worried he was upset until I saw the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

"You're pregnant?" he asked, his voice at normal level, and I could feel his fingers press slightly into my stomach and his hand tense under mine. I nodded, unable to speak, and he smiled before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. I had been so worried that he was going to be upset. We hadn't talked of having any more kids and my hands were full enough as it was, but like Olivia this baby was a surprise, a blessing but a surprise all the same. My worry at his reaction was long gone as he kissed me deeply, pouring his happiness into me from his lips.

"Eww!" came a chorus behind us and Paul and I pulled apart before we looked towards the yard and at the three little boys standing on the porch steps looking at us with disgusted looks on their faces.

"Gross, Dad, girls have cooties," Braden said and Paul and I laughed.

"Yeah, Dad," Brandon said.

"Mommy doesn't have cooties," Lucas argued, "if she did, we'd have them too because she kisses us when she tucks us in bed." Brandon and Braden looked at Lucas before they looked at each other.

"He's right," Brandon said and Braden nodded before they shrugged at the same time. They ran inside, gently pushing past Paul and me before running to the fridge where they each grabbed a juice box. Lucas followed suit, but slower than his brothers and he actually closed the fridge door behind him. As they disappeared into the living room, the sound of the television filled the quiet air and I sighed quietly as I looked up at Paul and he looked at me with a grin on his lips.

"We sure we want to add any more crazy to our lives?" Paul asked and I smiled.

"The crazier the better in my opinion," I said. "I don't think I could handle too much sanity and quiet."

"True," Paul said before his grin morphed into a smile as he looked down at me and once again pushed my hair from my face. "I love you, Harper." I never got tired of hearing those words and there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't say them to me.

"I love you too," I whispered back and he leaned into me, capturing my lips with his in a gentle chaste kiss. I probably was crazy for loving the hectic and anything but ordinary life I lived, but I didn't care. Sanity and normalcy were overrated anyway.

The End