A/N: I didn't realize it's been a while since I've uploaded! So sorry about that, but here's the epilogue and final chapter for this story! Hope you enjoy :) Again, thanks for sticking with me through this long and tiring journey! Love you guys.

Disclaimer: Don't own A&A, but I own the other characters not associated with it.

Maci POV

"Alex, I'm going to murder you, you shithead! Alex!" I screamed through the house as I stormed inside, going from room to room. My brother was so dead.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell is going on?" my mom asked as from her spot on the piano bench when I got to the music room.

"Alex told Coach that I'm failing Science so now I'm off the basketball team until I bring my grades up. And it isn't possible to get them high enough in time for the game against Grant High!" I exclaimed. "Do you know what that means?"

"That your team is screwed?" my dad said as he walked into the room, drinking a beer.

"Exactly," I said. "Not to sound selfish or anything, but I'm our best player. My entire team knows too, so they're all pissed off at me now."

"Maci, it's not the end of the world. Besides, your coach was going to find out eventually," my mom said.

"Updated reports don't go out until after that game, so if Alex hadn't ran his mouth, I would have been fine!"

"Honey, stop chewing your hair," my dad said. "And don't kill your brother, okay? Your mom and I would still like him to stick around. Plus, he's thirteen. What did you expect?"

I grumbled but spit out my blonde curl. "I'm going to do homework."

"That's my girl," my dad smiled.

As I went to the basement to my bedroom, I passed our dog Pickles, who was sleeping soundly in the hallway. Our dog Pancakes had died several years back of old age. It had absolutely killed the family, so my parents went and bought another one, this time a German Shepherd instead of a lab. Clearly, my mom had picked the name. I stopped to give him a pat on the head before continuing on.

I didn't get too far in my math homework when I heard my mom yell down the stairs. "Supper, Mace!"

"Coming!" I called back. I quickly changed out of my school clothes into sweatpants and a t-shirt. I put my curly blonde hair into a bun before running up the stairs.

"Can you tell your siblings please?" my mom asked when I arrived in the kitchen. She and dad were busy setting the table.

I shrugged and walked out of the room and around the corner in the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. "Chandler! Regina! Alex! Emerson! Noah! Brayden! SUPPEEEEEEEEEEER TIME!"

They all yelled that they were coming, and I was met with a glare from my mom when I went back into the dining room. "You know I hate it when you yell up the stairs like that instead of just going to get them."

"Sorry, Mom," I said, sitting down at my spot. One by one, my brothers and sisters piled into the room.

Chandler and Regina were twins, sixteen years old, two years younger than me. Emerson was fifteen, Alex was thirteen, and the youngest were the second set of twins, Noah and Brayden. They were ten, and painfully annoying most of the time.

Yeah, there were seven of us. My parents had the five of us and originally wanted to try for just one more, but ended up with two. They were still happy with two, though. At only thirty six years old, I'd say they were doing a fantastic job raising seven kids.

I got along really well with Chandler and Regina and we were super close, partially because we were close in age and partially because they were the only siblings that usually never pissed me off.

"So, how was everyone's day?" dad asked us kids.

"Noah and I each scored a goal in floor hockey today during gym class," Brayden said. Her brown locks bounced around her shoulders as she bounced excitedly.

"Good job, kids," my mom smiled.

"We all know what Alex did, don't we?" I spoke up, glaring at him from across the table.

He held his hands up. "It just slipped out! I'm sorry, Maci."

"I'll spare you this time," I grumbled.

"Hey, mom, dad?" Chandler asked. "This is totally a random question and I don't know why I've never asked it before, but why did you name me Chandler? Just curious."

"Your dad and I agreed he could name our next baby Chandler whether it was a boy or a girl."

"And you agreed to that, Mom?" my sister exclaimed. "It's totally a guy's name."

"Hey, my middle name is Monica!" my dad exclaimed, causing everyone else to laugh.

"And I was named after an evil queen from mom's favourite TV show, so stop whining," Regina said to her twin.

Chandler thought about it for a second before saying, "Yeah, true." She looked at Dad. "Hey, wait a minute, that's why you named me Chandler. You're obsessed with Monica and Chandler!"

"He saw an opportunity and he took it," I laughed.

"I'm surprised you just pieced this together now, honey," my dad laughed with me. "Who doesn't love FRIENDS?"

"Hey, I've got a boy's name, too," Brayden said. "So hush."

"Kids, no fighting at the table," my mom said. "All of your names are equally perfect, okay? Eat and fight later."

After dinner was done, I helped my mom with the dishes while the rest of the kids went to do something elsewhere. Dad said he was going outside to fix the treehouse, whatever that involved.

"So? How are your lessons going with Jackson?" my mom asked.

"Good," I replied. "I'm still trying to master a new move he's showed me. I've almost got it."

My mom smiled. "You definitely got your love of dance from your dad. I can't dance worth of shit."

I laughed. "I know, Mom. We've all witnessed it."

"Ally!" I heard from the backyard.

"Oh great, what did he do now?" my mom muttered before hurrying out to the backyard.

I followed behind her and met Chandler in the hallway. "What's going on?" she asked. She was finishing braiding her blonde hair down her back.

I shrugged. "Don't know, but I feel like we should go watch, don't you?"

"Absolutely," she agreed, and we ran out after our mom.

Turns out that Dad had knocked the ladder over and was now hanging from the tree, kicking his legs around.

"Uh, Mom, what is Dad doing?" I asked as I came up beside her. I was taller than her, but she was pretty short, so I had to look down at her when I spoke.

She sighed. "I don't know, Mace, but I should probably go help. Even though this is very entertaining to watch."

"Really? All three of you are just going to stand there and watch?" My dad yelled from across the yard. "One of you come help, for shit's sake!"

Chandler and I burst out laughing as Mom hurried across the yard in her slippers to try and right the ladder. It was quite the sight, considering it was substantially larger than her and my dad was hanging quite a ways up.

Regina came running out. "What's going- Oh my god, Dad, really?"

"Girls, come help me!" my mom yelled. The three of us went over and righted the ladder for our dad and he came climbing down.

"Thanks," he said to us.

"We'll stay out here while you fix the treehouse," Chandler said. "Just in case you do that again."

"I won't do it again," Dad said, grabbing more tools before he went back up.

Mom went back inside while the three of us sat on the deck, talking and spotting.

As Regina was in the middle of telling a story about a party she went to, we heard a crash and then excessive swearing from our dad.

"Girls, I did it again!" he yelled.

"Shit, Dad, come on!"

A/N: I just wanted to do a fun little chapter haha, but I've decided that I think I'm going to make a story with their kids :) It won't be as long as this one was, but I will make one! I'm excited to get writing it! What do you guys think about that?

Joelle xx

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