AN: This is it everyone. My very happy ending for Willa and Seth because I am a sucker for people settling down into comfortable and quiet lives. I have also finished the story this is a spin off from To Be Without and its been a long time coming but theses stories have been important to making me a better writer. And I really like writing about werewolves. Thanks again for being patient and sticking with it. Please enjoy!

Chapter Sixteen

White Picket Fences

If someone said I'd be twenty-nine years old and married, back when I was sixteen, I'd call them a fucking shitty liar. And if they said I'd be buying my first house a block away from my sister and two blocks away from my dad, I'd pass out from laughing so hard. Throw the three kids in and I probably would have slapped them for thinking I'd ever agree to such a thing.

To be fair the first kid was not something I agreed to. I love Dean with the intensity of the sun, but I didn't think I ever wanted to be a mother until the doctor put him in my arms after hours of agonizing labor. The other two had a little bit more of a plan to them. Louisa and Jack we actually tried for after agreeing we wanted more kids. But now that we were three deep I doubted I was going to be shooting anymore out. I was at my wits end with them. Dana was in town with her twins Alice and Arthur and they were extra rowdy with their cousins around.

"If anyone of you scream again all of you are getting beat!" I yelled through the house Seth had built for us that was just too small now.

It was a great home when it was just us. When Dean came along it was still good. We made it work with Louisa but Jack was almost six months old now and it was not functioning anymore. To make things worse, Quil had taken Claire out for a weekend trip and we had their three kids as well. They were all outside at the moment with Seth and Dana's husband but their screams could be heard through the normally thick walls while I tried to focus on packing.

"Willa, calm down." Dana urged as she bounced Jack in her arms. He was asleep and my yelling wasn't going to wake him up. He was used to it.

"I can't, I have to get all this packed and moved to a new house with six kids running around. I'm going to kill either myself or them, I haven't decided yet." I said as I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. Most of the front porch was boxes filled with our things and we had barely made a dent in the amount of shit we managed to cram in the house.

"Stop." Dana said with her big sister voice.

"I can take care of your two, too if you want." I offered.

"No," she answered not amused with my sarcasm. "When are the movers coming?" She asked as she continued to bounce Jack. I didn't have the heart to tell her that the boy would sleep anywhere.

"You mean the U-Haul and youngest half of the pack?" I asked with a raised brow. We didn't live that fancy life with movers and such.

"Yes." Dana nodded.

I looked at my watch. It was almost quarter past one. "They should be here by now." I ground out.

"Explains all the distress. Don't worry I am sure everything is fine." Dana said trying to soothe me.

"I'm less worried about them and more worried about what they've done. We had to put a deposit on the truck down." I clarified for her. It was a cold day in hell when Seth was one of the responsible members of the pack.

As if they were waiting for the most dramatic time to arrive I heard yells of excitement and new mingling voices from outside. Dean came skidding into the house, a little pink in the face. "Trucks here, Mom." He yelled, excited all his other cousins had arrived.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." I said mocking his yell.

"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm." He laughed before he ran out of the house again.

I sighed and looked over at Dana. "Honestly, I should beat him when he does that but I'm just so damn proud." I said, mock choking up as she rolled her eyes.

I'd love to say that the rest of the day went smoothly but it sure as shit didn't. I probably should have done something with the eight children I was stuck with but they also say hindsight is 20-20. No one got hurt, but I still wanted to beat one or two of them. We ended up having to move the kids room, which was the entire second level of the house which would eventually be turned into three bedrooms with the one bathroom but it was fine while they were all so young at the moment, and lock them in there with Claire's oldest, Eliza and Dana since she was pregnant. She had some lame excuse about her wrist, but I knew she was pregnant and it was just too early to tell us.

With the children out of the way the rest of the house was easy to move. I forced all the boys to unpack the kitchen and bathrooms before they left because those are the two rooms once cannot survive without. Especially with kids. Seth left the teenagers to play with the kids and took the U-Haul back with Dana's husband and get food. Dana and I took to laying on the beds in the kids room while the little buttholes ran around with infinite energy.

"I can't believe I'm a normal person now." I muttered to Dana as we laid on Dean's bed, since it was the largest. Jack was asleep on my stomach, draped across my waist which didn't look comfortable but he loved it.

"Bitch, you have never been normal and you never will be. You just have a mortgage now." Dana scoffed.

"I ran into one of my exes with the kids in town and I think he shit his pants." I laughed.

Dana twisted her head to look at me. "What did Dean do?" She asked me pointedly.

"Called him out on his douchebag hair." I snickered.

"Honestly I don't know how he hasn't chewed up his teachers and spit them out." Dana said with an earnest level of shock.

"His aunt teaches at the school and keeps him on his toes." I answered for her.

"If Claire wasn't a teacher you'd be screwed." She said surely.

"Oh I know, and I thank her every time she brings him home, already admonished and a punishment already lined up." I sighed. Lousia was in school as well now but she was much more like Dana than I imagined my child could ever be. Extremely quiet and smart. "How are your two shits handling the move to Seattle?" I asked with as much concern I could externally show.

"They are young enough to deal with it okay with time and old enough to hate it vocally. Thankfully you guys aren't too far away to help with all that." She chuckled.

"They'll be fine, our stock is resilient." I said surely. If Dana and I could handle our mother leaving and taking our sister with her then the kids could manage a move.

"We are." Dana said stubbornly with me.

The front door opened and closed loudly and before anything could be said Dean stood up and screamed. "Food!" He yelled and started running down the stairs. We had to move fast to get the littlest ones to make sure they didn't hurt themselves down the stairs.

We met our husbands in the dining room, a large space with an equally large table that Seth built himself. We didn't have all the chairs yet, only enough for six, so we had to use stools and patio chairs for the time. Seth and Dana's husband Mark, were sorting out the food and trying to order the hungry animals. It was fun to watch them try so I took my time putting Jack in his high chair and Dana helped two-year-old River, Claire's youngest, and three-year-old Louisa in their booster seats.

It felt a lot like feeding time at the zoo. We put plates in front of everyone and filled them with whatever food we could sort out. Jack got a breadstick to gnaw on and bottle of water. There was blissful silence for all of ten minutes. After that the mayhem started up again. Since there was only boxes and furniture pushed against the wall, I let them run free. There wasn't anything much for them to break that we wouldn't be fixing tomorrow anyway.

It only took another two hours for the children to start falling and succumbing to sleep. The littlest ones were the first to drop. Jack got put to sleep sometime after dinner in our room, so he wouldn't get woken by the kids playing. Then Louisa and River fell asleep on a pile of toys. We put them both on Louisa's bed. Alice and Arthur fell asleep in the play tent with the sleeping bags so we left them there. That left Dean, Eliza and Arlo.

As the oldest of all the kids they settled on Dean's bed, he had a full size since he was older, and they read from one of the books we had unpacked until they all drifted off and we tucked them all in. I had to urge Dana and Mark to go back to Claire's home, since they were house sitting for them, and convince them Alice and Arthur would be fine with us. Also because I didn't want to make a bed for them or try and get them out of the tent. After a few minutes they finally agreed and left.

Seth and I worked silently, cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up what needed. Our bed still needed sheets, pillows and a blanket, so Seth was in charge of finding the box with all of that while I checked on the kids. I took the stairs as quietly as I could carry myself and looked in on the clumps of children.

Louisa and River both had their butts in the air, in some strange familial bond and were drooling. Alice and Arthur were curled around each other, looking almost like ying and yang. While the older three had spread out on Dean's bed. Arlo was at the foot of the bed, curled up like a dog would be, but he always slept strangely. I took a blanket from Louisa's bed and covered him up, tucking him in tightly. Dean and Eliza were cuddled close. They were born within weeks of each other and were as close and any sibling I knew. I hoped they never lost their bond. The older you get the more realize how precious they are.

I gave all the kids a kiss in their sleep, like moms always do in movies in some creepy gesture of undying devotion. Honestly, we can't control it. When I turned to leave Seth was standing on the landing of the stairs, surveying the room, just like I had. I tiptoed over to him and we both crept down the stairs to our own room, checking on Jack in his crib in the corner of our new room and falling into our bed, finally.

We both laid on our backs, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling and let our muscles finally relax. It was quiet for a minute at most before Seth rolled onto his side with a pout. "Don't I get a kiss?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled him on top of me for a kiss. "Better?"

He smiled and fell on his side next to me, keeping me close to him.

We laid in bed, tired as dogs but unable to sleep.

I was trying to calm my nerves by running my fingers over the hair on Seth's arm. "It feels weird, doesn't it?" He whispered into my hair.

"Yeah. I mean, this house is perfect, its just not home yet." I tried to rationalize in my own head. There was no reason I shouldn't have already been sound asleep.

"Soon enough there will be toys everywhere and it will be just like before." Seth promised.

"Just imagine it all here. Christmas, Thanksgiving? All their birthdays?" I said in wonderment. "Or the first time we leave town and they throw a party, that's gonna be good here."

He chuckled. "Aren't we supposed to hope they don't do that?"

"No, we are supposed to hope no one dies and nothing important gets broken." I scoffed at him. "Honestly, if they don't even attempt to do it I'll be concerned they are even mine." I said simply.

There was a distant crash of something hitting the ground and smashing to pieces and then distinctive whisper yelling. "Those are definitely yours." Seth kissed my head and rolled over.

I sighed deeply and got out of bed to face whatever mess was waiting for me from my hellion children that I loved so dearly. My little rebels with their big hearts and their tiny destructive hands. It was exactly the future I saw for myself, I was just amazed I liked it so much.

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