Chapter 11

Epilogue

Eight Years Later . . .

Third Person's P.O.V.

The Hopper family had grown. Amelia and Stone had another son two years later named Jake Stone Hopper. Three years after that, Amy had another child, this time a girl named Anna Ellen Hopper. The family sat on the beach by their home.

"Dad, can you take us out surfing?" Jake asked. He was dragging a surfboard at least three times his size.

"Yeah Dad, can you take us surfing?" Terry asked. Stone got up from the sand where he and his wife had been making a sand castle with their daughter.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'm coming," Stone said, grabbing a surfboard lying on the sand. Amy watched her sons with their father, smiling widely.

"Mama, can you get me shell?" Anna asked, looking up at her mother with her big blue eyes.

"Of course, just stay right here, and don't go near the water," Amy ordered, sternly. Since Jake's birth, she had retired from the Navy and had gotten a job at a nearby hospital as a nurse. Amy walked over to the shore and picked up a shell when the wave came in.

She saw Terry get up on the surfboard and ride into the shore. He was laughing all the way. When he finished riding his wave, he placed the surfboard down and went to go help his sister build her castle. Amy gave him the shell and stayed to watch her other son and husband ride in.

Jake got on the wave and rode it just like his brother had. It was Stone that got her laughing. He started off just fine. But, he fell off when another wave hit from the left. Amy couldn't help but laugh at her husband. He resurfaced near shore and saw his wife rolling around on the ground, laughing.

He got out of the water, and snuck up on his unsuspecting wife. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "STONE HOPPER, PUT ME DOWN!" she yelled, banging her fists on his back. Their kids had stopped building the sand castle to investigate.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Anna asked, still clutching Terry's hand tightly. Terry, like his looks, was almost an exact copy of his father. He was a natural born leader who took everything seriously. Terry even had a troublemaker for a little brother.

Stone spun around to look at his kids and smiled. "Just teaching mommy that she can't laugh when daddy falls off of the surfboard." And with that he turned towards the waves. When he was up to his knees, he waited for another wave to come crashing.

When one did, he did what any loving husband would do to his wife, he dropped her in the wave and ran back to shore. Amy came back up, sputtering. "Just wait until I get my hands on you, Hopper!" she yelled, getting out of the water.

"Okay, I think it's time to go home," Amy said, wringing out her hair. Her three children shouted out protests that were ignored. They piled into the car, placing the surfboards on the top and latching them down. Stone was driving with Amy in the passenger side, their children in the back.

Jake sat behind his father. Jake had his father's eyes but his mother curly brown hair. He was just like his uncle. He had a knack for getting into trouble. Jake, however, always found a way to get out of the bad situation. Although, his parents were not always happy to be meeting his teacher because he broke something, they found out he succeeded in school very well.

Anna was sitting in the center seat, buckled into her car seat. Anna looked just like her mother, curly brown hair and sparkling green eyes. She was quiet around strangers but whenever one of her brothers (mostly Jake) would try taking her stuffed animals, she would yell so loud, they swore that their ears were ringing.

Terry sat behind his mother and was looking out the window. Although his full name was Terrence, he hated being called that. He preferred Terry or even Hopper, just never ever could anyone call him Terrence. He was involved in sports most of the time. He played soccer year round.

When they got to the house, the boys both dashed inside, trying to get to the bathroom first. The first person to their shared bathroom always used up all the hot water or took over twenty minutes to take a shower. Anna just giggled at how her brother's acted.

Amy rolled her eyes and got out of the car, taking Anna with her. Stone locked the car after getting out and took the surf boards to the garage. "Can you give Anna a bath? I've got to start dinner," Amy said, handing Anna over while she grabbed the pasta.

Stone took his daughter upstairs and after giving her a bath, took her downstairs and let her wander to the toys in the corner. Amy came out of the kitchen, holding a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. "Dinner's ready!" she shouted.

Terry came downstairs but Jake was nowhere to be seen. "Where's your brother?" Stone asked, grabbing the pot from Amy.

"He's still taking a shower," Terry shrugged before taking his seat at the dinner table. Amy wiped her hands on a towel and went upstairs to inform Jake that dinner was ready. Knowing him, she assumed he was making sure he scrubbed every last grain of sand off of his body.

When Amy returned with Jake, the family dug into dinner. When the kids were full and in bed, Stone and Amy headed up to their room. "I'm taking a shower!" Amy announced.

"Mind if I join you?" Stone asked, cheekily.

"You know Anna said she was getting tired of being the only girl," Amy stated, suggestively.

"We'll just see if we get lucky again," Stone chuckled as he entered the bathroom his wife had just walked into. They got lucky, again.

A.N. Thank you to everyone who even read the story, I didn't think anyone would! Feel free to suggest a category for a new story, I'm just about finished with my other story anyway. THANK YOU!