So I've had a few people ask me for an epilogue so after a little brain racking I came up with this. Hope you enjoy.

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It was way past Cole's bedtime and yet he and his big brother Bae had been woken up and bundled into the car with their Mama. Cole was worried about his Mama, her face cringed every few minuets in pain and he couldn't understand why. More concerning was that his Papa seemed to be distracted and that never happened, yes, Cole's six year old mind was worried. Bae didn't seem concerned and that helped Cole to realx a little, it didn't stop him being concerned about his Mama though.

All too soon Cole found himself being led into a little room by his big bother, the lights were bright and hurt his tired eyes. Bae took a seat and pulled his legs up onto the seat so as he could lean comfortably, of course being the little brother Cole copied.

"Bae, what's wrong with Mama?" Cole asked in a tired voice.

Bae smiled for a moment remembering the first time he had met his little brother, he had been only three then but he still remembered it like it was yesterday. At the grand age of nine Bae had decided he was an expert on being a big brother, Cole sill looked at him with awe so that was a good indication he was right. Bae was mature beyond his years, everyone could see it, Henry had sometimes tease him by saying yes dad in that whiny tone only children and his Aunt Ruby were capable of. Suddenly Bae realised his was off in his own world when Cole started poking him in the arm.

"Cole, that hurts." He scolded lightly. "And there's nothing wrong with Mama." Bae's tone quickly dissolved its scolding tone and converted into something comforting and, for lack of a better term, big brotherly. "Mama is having out sister."

"What?"

Cole knew his Mama was pregnant but he was six and didn't completely understand it, to be honest he didn't thing Bae understood completely either.

"When Papa comes to get us, we'll have a little sister. We'll have Danika."

When their Mama and Papa had first started thinking of names or their daughter they had drawn a blank. Hayleigh and Hadley had popped up several times but Bae and Cole had't liked either, the lack of acceptable names had led the eldest of the Gold sons to search the books himself. It hadn't taken long to find Danika meaning morning star, Bae had always liked the stars, Addilyn was also one of his favourites . Their Mama had instantly fallen in love with the name s and in a fit of what could only be described as hormone brain Mama had decided that the boys could name their sister, Papa had taken a little more convincing but they all knew not to argue with their pregnant Mama. After much discussion that was fairly one sided on Bae's part they had presented their Mama and Papa with their baby sisters name: Danika Addilyn Salena Gold. Cole had insisted on Salena, the name meant princess and Cole had an obsession with kings and queens, he liked the idea of having a princess for a sister; because it made him a prince.

"Will I have to share my toys?" Asked Cole making his brother laugh.

"Not at first." Bae smiled. "But I shared mine with you, so you have to share with Dani."

The boys chatted about silly little things like school and the young blonde that Bae secretly had a crush on. Hours passed by and soon Bae found himself nodding off with Cole asleep in his arms. There were no dreams, at least if there were Bae didn't remember them. It seemed like only a moment had passed between falling asleep and his Papa gently shaking him and Cole awake.

"Papa?" Asked Bae as he wiped the sleep from his chocolate eyes.

"Come on, lad." His father's Scottish brogue filled the room. "Its time to meet Dani."

Cam stood straight and pulled a still sleeping Cole into his cane-less arm, holding him close.

Their family was finally complete; Cameron Gold the towns monster, Belle Gold the kind and considerate librarian, Baedan Gold the loving little boy who just wanted his family to be happy, Cole Gold the free spirit and Danika Gold, the new arrival.

" You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them."

-Desmond Tutu

The End (really this time)