Disclaimer: The piece 'Everyday' was written by Carly Commando, and it's really nice, go and listen to it. The piece Virgil "plays" is called 'Flying' and was written by Ludovico Einaudi, another beautiful piece of music.

It was now 2049 and the family had expanded to five boys, and as soon as the couple had realised their family was getting bigger, Lucille and Jeff had decided to move to Kansas and had bought a large house for everyone. Their youngest son was born on 12th March 2043 and Lucille had decided to call him Alan bringing their total to five boys.

In the present time, the family were in the lounge. Lucille was sitting at her Steinway with Scott whilst Virgil was trying to join them on the stool, John was reading to Gordon, and Grant and Ruth were on the rug playing with five-year-old Alan. Jeff was sitting at the computer checking his wife's booking form for her trip to Europe in preparation for her tour.

"Lucy, this booking form says you're leaving in three weeks?"

Lucille looked up from the duet she was playing with Scott and paused, allowing Virgil to squeeze in between her and his brother, "Virgil!" She scolded gently. "Yes sweetheart, I take off for Spain on the 30th of June."

"How long will you be gone for Mum?" Scott looked up at Lucille.

"Not long Scotty, I'll be playing a week of concerts and I'll be straight home," Lucille stroked Scott's hair then turned to Virgil. "You are in a constant competition for the piano aren't you?"

"I don't mean to be competitive," the eleven-year-old smiled cheekily. "I just love playing."

Scott began to play again and Lucille stood up so that the thirteen-year-old could use the pedal, he smiled and nudged Virgil to join in with him. Lucille smiled and went over to Jeff, "unbelievable, they're even better than me."

Jeff wrapped his hands around Lucille's waist lovingly, "who do you think they got the talent from?" Then added. "What's this piece called again?"

Lucille hit her husband on the arm playfully, "oh Jeff, you always forget my compositions. It's called Everyday."

By this point, Gordon and John were watching their eldest brothers at the piano and Lucille kissed Jeff on the cheek. The piece came to an end and the residents clapped, Scott released the pedal and pulled Virgil into a tight hug.

"That was wicked guys," eight-year-old Gordon jumped up from the sofa and leapt onto Virgil's lap.

"Awwh, thanks Gordy," Scott ruffled his brother's dark blonde hair before leaving his younger brothers to dab at the piano keys together.

The Tracy house was relaxed and happy but it wasn't long before the weeks passed by, and Lucille was packed and ready to go off to Europe. As she checked her bag again, she heard a little voice at the door.

"Mummy, why are you leaving?"

Lucille turned and saw Alan in John's arms with tears running down his cheeks, "oh baby, I won't be gone for long."

John stroked his brother's cheek, "don't cry, Al."

"But, I'll miss you, mummy."

Lucille walked over to her sons and kissed Alan's forehead, "your father, Grandma and brothers will look after you, and Grandpa will be keeping an eye on me."

John smiled, "you see Alan? Nothing to worry about."

Alan smiled back, "see you when you get back mummy."

"Of course, you will," Lucille smiled tearfully, she would miss her youngest son a lot. Suddenly she heard music coming from the lounge, "does that boy ever stop?"

"He's written it for you mum," John grinned placing Alan on the ground gently.

Lucille picked up her belongings and turned to the door to go back to the lounge, "then I want to hear it."

The small group went down the stairs and Lucille dropped her bags next to the door before following her sons into the lounge. Virgil was sitting at the piano happily playing, Lucille walked over and rested her hand on his shoulder and Virgil looked up with a smile.

"I wrote it for you mum," he looked back at the keys and placed a glissando so smooth, it was hard to believe this was an eleven-year-old playing.

"Thank you, Virgil. What's the occasion?"

Virgil shrugged. "A leaving present."

Lucille laughed. "I hope you never give up on the piano, Virgil," she glared at Scott for a second who blushed.

"I would've continued lessons Mum, but I want to go into technology and engineering."

"Well, at least one of you is pursuing it," Lucille kissed the top of Virgil's head.

Virgil finished the piece, "I've called it 'Flying'."

"That was beautiful son," Jeff smiled then turned to Grant. "Are you packed for tomorrow, Dad?"

"Of course Jefferson, we're going to leave extra early."

"Not too early I hope, Grant?" Lucille laughed and Ruth pinched him slightly.

"You can't get a pianist up early, Grant," Ruth laughed back.

Later that evening, Lucille was putting her sons to bed and because she was leaving the next day, she decided she would sing each of them a verse of a lullaby she had written when they were younger. She walked into Scott's room where the young boy was at his desk finishing some homework due in after the holidays, the thirteen-year-old wanted it done so he'd have a long break to do nothing but spend time with his family.

"Come on Scott, bedtime."

"Aww man, I'm nearly finished."

"You want to keep your good looks don't you?" Lucille smiled.

Scott laughed. "I want to be better looking than Virgil that's for sure."

"Don't be mean, Scotty," Lucille teased then looked at his guitar. "If you go to bed, I'll play you the lullaby."

Scott almost flew to the bed, "I'll be good."

Lucille laughed musically, "that's better." She picked up the guitar and sat down on the edge of the bed, she began the first verse of the lullaby and Scott sighed, the music drifted to the end and Scott wriggled under his duvet with his toy wolf closing his eyes with a smile as Lucille kissed his forehead and put his guitar down, she then moved into Virgil's room and laughed slightly at her son who was sitting at his keyboard.

"Virg, go to bed."

Virgil smiled. "Okay Mum," and turned the keyboard off before picking his toy penguin off the music stand.

Lucille kissed his forehead gently before singing the second verse to him, then she left the musician to sleep, when she approached John's room she noticed the lights were already off, she raised an eyebrow.

"John?"

"Yes, Mum?" John turned his bedside light on.

"I thought you were asleep."

"No, I'm looking at the stars," the redhead then sighed. "Do you have to go?"

"I'm sorry John, I do. I need to do my piano concerts, just like you do your cello concerts."

John smiled. "I understand."

"Come on ginger, time for bed," Lucille stroked John's fringe out of his eyes.

John squeezed his plush star to his chest, "would you sing that lullaby you wrote?"

"Of course darling," she kissed his forehead and began to sing.

The last room she reached was Gordon and Alan's, the youngest brothers were chatting but Gordon seemed to be falling asleep. Lucille coughed impatiently and they turned to face her.

"You two should've been asleep hours ago," Lucille smiled.

"I've been trying to get Alan asleep," Gordon grinned pretending to make his toy squid swim through the air.

Alan glared back, "that's not true! You're keeping me up."

Lucille shook her head, "boys, boys. Enough arguing okay? Now come on, into bed," she leaned over Gordon and tucked him in, then did the same for Alan making sure his toy crocodile was sitting on the pillow.

"So, you'll be back in a week?" Gordon asked.

"That's right."

Alan smiled. "Sing to us, Mummy?"

Lucille nodded. "I will sweetheart, close your eyes and try to sleep, it's late."

The two boys closed their eyes and Lucille turned the nightlight on as she started to sing the final verses of the lullaby, as she left the room she whispered, "goodnight my angels."

Eventually, the children were asleep and Lucille climbed into bed with Jeff, she leaned back against his chest and sighed.

"Those boys wear me out."

"Well, you can have a nice break from them soon."

Lucille smiled. "Lovely."

Jeff laughed. "I couldn't ask for better sons, so much talent and kindness in them. They're always looking out for each other."

Lucille nodded. "At least we know if anything happened, they'd be able to look after each other."

"Nothing will happen to this family, not when we have each other."

"Not to mention your parents," Lucille smiled. "Your father is so great to want to join me tomorrow."

"It's the least he could do."

Lucille looked up and they kissed, "well, I better get some sleep, early start tomorrow."

Jeff nodded. "Alright love, goodnight."

"I love you."

"As do I" Jeff turned the lights off and the couple snuggled up together.

Author notes: Chapter 2 done :) The next chapter will be called Bye-bye Mon Amour. An explanation to why? Well, you'll have to read it x Thanks for the follows and reviews, means a lot to me :) xx