I kind of stole the odd line from 'Something good' in the Sound of Music during this chapter and the title is also stolen from that song… Aha, I bet you can all tell my strange music taste now- in this fic alone I've used Amazing Grace and Something Good. Don't I sound like a normal teenage girl?

Epilogue

The two girls who play on the grass before me two years later are barely recognisable. Isla has the same long, straight, jet black hair and she's still pale and thin but she's had life injected into her, happy life. Sylvie's equally straight light brown hair and green eyes are almost identical to as they were before but she too seems far more comfortable; more at ease with everyone and the two of them can play without worrying, without thinking of the dangerous consequences or wondering who's going to hurt them next. They don't have to wonder if what they're doing is going to get them into trouble because I suppose they're a little spoilt; they know they won't get told off, let alone hurt, if it turns out they're not meant to be doing whatever they're doing.

I watch as the kite they're trying and failing to get off the ground is abandoned when Nick emerges with a plate of sandwiches and tray of lemonade. And when he places it down on the table the two dash over, each grabbing a sandwich and beginning to squabble over who gets the first glass of lemonade and who's pouring.

'What do you say to Nick, girls?' I ask them, determined to instil some level of manners into the situation.

'Thanks Nick' the two girls say in unison, Sylvie with her mouth full of Jam sandwich and Isla with her glass in front of her mouth, poised and ready to tip the liquid down her throat. I smile as they do so before turning to Nick, placing a light kiss upon his lips.

'Where's Leon?' I ask him and he smiles at me.

'Asleep in that strange car seat cot thing with a handle.' Nick answers and I snigger.

'It's called a baby seat' I say 'but your name makes just as much sense' I add, indulging him with the knowledge that I like his name for the baby seat. Nick smiles before turning to Isla and Sylvie.

'Right, where's this kite then?' he asks and the two put down their sandwiches and drinks before leading him over to the site of the discarded kite.

'It just won't fly' Sylvie says, pouting 'We've tried everything!' she stresses the everything, trying to make the situation sound as dramatic as possible.

'we'll see about that' Nick smiles, winking. 'Now, Isla, run over there with the kite and Sylvie you put your hands here.' He begins to reposition them and it isn't long until the kite is soaring in the air. I watch the thrill they all seem to get from seeing the kite soar through the air and as I reluctantly slope off to begin the washing up and check on Leon I hear cries of disappointment and have to take a guess that the kite has just plummeted to the ground.

I make my way through to the kitchen, dumping the trays on the side and mentally making a note to wash them up along with the other dirty pieces of cutlery and plates in rapidly growing pile before walking over to the baby seat where Leon lies and picking the sleeping child up. I wait for the cry with baited breath but nothing comes; he stays quiet for once and as I cradle him peacefully in my eyes I wonder how on earth someone as perfect as him came from a mother like me. I walk over to the window, gazing at the scene that for some reason paints such a smile on my face and quietly rock Leon who I now gurgling quietly in his sleep. He really resembles Isla; they both have the same dark hair and pale skin, the same gently upturned nose.

I live with two young girls who have grown into two of the loveliest children you'll ever meet; a partner who'd do anything for anyone and a baby who could grow into any of us. And all I can think now is that I must have done something good to deserve all that.

'Do you believe me now?' he asks that night, expecting the customary answer of maybe.

But this time he doesn't get a maybe. Instead he gets a definite yes.

'Yes' I say 'you were right' I admit, happily conceding to him.

'I know' he smirks 'I'm always right'

I hit him lightly on the chest 'except for when it comes to putting the right amount of sugar in my coffee' I joke.

'It just feels wrong putting that much sugar in one cup of coffee' he protests 'how you still have all your teeth I don't know but I just can't bring myself to use all those sachets of sugar.' I giggle at him, at the way he reacts whenever I mention the sugar-in-the-coffee that somehow sparks so many little debates between us.

'But at least I believe you now' I add, a smile automatically gracing my face.

'Good' he says, turning over and switching off the lights 'because it's taken you two years to admit I'm actually right for once; I'm just hoping this is the first occasion of many.'

That was various scenes from various initial epilogues I wrote mashed together. To anyone who's read this, thank you so much and Meggi, I'll reply to your PM on time one day! Just not today because I'm absolutely exhausted… I'm not even sure how my fingers are functioning to type this! Again, thanks to anyone who's bothered to read it and please leave a review to tell me what you think; reviews really make my day.

-Checky x