"Mummy! Mummy! Get up! Santa came!" a little voice yelled, rattling the door until it finally flew open. The end of bed caved, crawling up closer to the head of the bed.

"Kailee," Ayden groaned, rubbing his eyes, "What did I tell you?"

"But daddy, it's Christmas!" the four year old girl screeched, defensively.

"Kailee," I laughed, "give your daddy a hug." She jumped on him, burying her face into his chest. He gave me a look but returned the hug just as strong.

"What am I going to do with you?" he murmured before looking at me, "You're just like your mother."

"We wouldn't want her like you, would we?" I teased. He set her down, between us, and I tapped her nose with my index finger. "She's already got your eyes. That's plenty."

"Could you be any louder?" I lifted my head and saw our son standing in the doorway.

"Jack, your mother is the definition of obnoxious," Ayden smirked, making me gasp. Smacking him upside the head, but he fixed me his innocent eyes.

"Don't even try," I smiled sweetly but he pulled both me and our daughter as close as he could, "Jack, will you take your sister downstairs and ask Sophie to get breakfast ready?"


"Jack," Ayden gave him a stern look, "Don't use that tone with your mother."

"Oh don't even start," I scoffed, "You've been on the outs with my father several times. Using that exact tone."

"Wonder where I got it," he mocked, sticking out his tongue.

"Oh, well, that's mature," I smiled, shaking my head. We'd really been together a long time.

"Let's go downstairs," he grinned, snagging a kiss before pushing me gently. Standing at the banister, I watched Kailee run in front of us and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You ever regret this?" I asked quietly, turning slightly but he gave me a small smile.

"Never," the whisper sent chills down my spine; his lips brushed where his breath had hit and I rested my hand on his cheek, looking straight at him, "I love you, Andrea."

"Good, cause I'm not letting go," I muttered, resting my face in the crook of his neck; he smiled into my own. A door opened in the background and bags dropping made me turn, shrieking.

"Drae!" Mia yelled brightly, opening her arms as I sprinted down the stairs.

"Mia!" I screamed back, jumping at her, "Where's Trevor?"

"I swear it's like you love him more," she sniffed.

"Oh pah-lease," I snickered and she smiled.


"Hey Drae," a deep voice sounded and I whipped around.

"Trevor!" I laughed loudly, attacking at him. He chuckled, returning my assault full force but Ayden cleared his throat. Turning around, I saw my oldest son and his current girlfriend, whom we all loved, of course. "There you are. Where have you been hiding, Cory?"

"Mum," he moaned but the playfulness was evident.

"It's nice to see you again, Chrysma," I smiled, feeling Ayden's arm around my waist. She returned the gesture, letting me take her hand, and lead her into the kitchen. "So how is everything?"

"Honestly, I don't know Mrs. Parker," she sighed exasperated as Mia came in, "He seems so . . . distant? For the past week we've barely seen each other. I think he's been avoiding me."

"Avoiding," I repeated, tilting my head, "Hold on a second." I moved to the door, mustering my angry voice, well, somewhat. "Cory, kitchen, now."

"Mrs. Parker, there's no," Chrysma tried but I shook my head as he entered.

"Mum, there's no need to shout," Cory muttered but sort of froze when his eyes landed on Chrysma.

"What is going on?" I asked, "Chrysma says you've been avoiding her? Everyone can see that you two are more than puppy in love."

"Mother," his patient tone made me raise an eyebrow. He stood for a second, like he didn't know what to do, but shook his head, kneeling in front of Chrysma, who went wide-eyed. Before I could hear him, Mia promptly ushered my motherly form out of the room.


"The boy doesn't need his mother critiquing his every move, Andy," she stated, adding, "You did it to Trevor, you'd do it to him. Don't like I don't know you Andrea Sutton."

"Mia Small!" I exclaimed, laughter lacing my tone, "He was going to make you find it in a pool!"

"Regardless!" she suppressed her cackling, barely, "You're intimidating."

"Oh," I shook my head, "I was so surprised when he told me, ya know."

"You?" she scoffed, "Imagine me! I had not idea!"

"Well I'm glad it worked," I grinned.

"Me too," she nodded, looking down at her ring, "Ya know, he'd probably have married you if you hadn't completely fallen for Ayden."

"Mia, that's gross," I grimaced and she laughed.

"You're right, it is pretty gross."

"What is?" Trevor asked, slipping his arms around Mia's waist and I felt Ayden do the same.

"You marrying Drae," Mia shrugged; both of them jerked.

"What?" was the simultaneous response and while Trevor sounded shocked, Ayden sounded annoyed.

"Jesus, Ayden," I muttered, turning to face him, "You're still jealous, after all these years. Like a, I can't think of a metaphor."

"Like a clam," Mia smirked and I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at her.

"Trevor, your wife's crazy."

"No, Drae," she shook her head, "You're his pearl. He doesn't want to see you with another clam, so he's clamped shut."

"In some weird way, that's pretty cute, Mia," I smiled, "Deep too."

"I try," she grinned as Trevor kissed her cheek. Laughing slightly, I looked back at Ayden to say something but then remembered.

"My little boy's getting married!" I squealed, bouncing slightly and Ayden gave me an amused look.

"Trust you to overreact."

"I do not!" I pouted but before he could counter, he looked behind me, beaming.

"She," I heard Cory stammer; I turned to see Chrysma holding his hand, "uhm, she said yes."

"Oh my little boy!" my eyes welled up.

"Mum," he whined.

"Cory, it is not every day my oldest little boy is getting married!" I defended, wiping the happy tears before hugging him tightly, "Take good care of her."

"Of course," his look of fondness reminded me of Ayden on our own wedding day. They wandered into the living room and I couldn't help tilting my head, already making decisions for the wedding.

"What're you thinking about," Ayden murmured into my ear and I jumped slightly.

"They're all growing up," I looked down but he caught my chin.

"They had a great mother."

"And father," I smiled watery.

"Kailee's only four, Andy," he reminded me softly and I nodded as the doorbell rang.

"I wonder who that could be," I muttered, walking back out into the hallway with my husband in tow, "Mom? Dad?"

"Andrea," they cried warmly, enveloping me in a hug.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, looking between them.

"Ayden invited us," my father nodded, proudly, although I'm sure Ayden didn't see it. He never was able to read my father that well.

"Andrea," an old voice called and I felt my eyes go wide, looking at Ayden.

"You didn't."

"He did," my mother confirmed, smiling. When I looked back to the door, an old, frail, silver haired woman stood, leaning against her dark green cane, the bright look I'd always seen in her face quite prevalent at that moment.

"Grandmamma," I whispered, holding her tightly.

"My beautiful grand daughter," she smiled shakily, letting me help her in, "You have quite a husband, sweet."

"More amazing by the day," I agreed, feeling my throat close up somewhat, "Grandmamma, is this safe for you?"

"Andrea," she laughed, coughing slightly, "I am old, not yet dead."

"Right," I felt new tears push through.

"Mother, let's go into the living room," my father suggested to which his mother nodded and I watched them leave.

"I can't believe you did this," I looked at him.

"I love you, Andy."

"Ayden, you're," I couldn't even find the words but just smiled, wiping my cheek and bent down, brushing his lips against my own, "I love you."

"For ever and ever," he nodded, his arm around my shoulder as we walked into the living room. Everyone was there, with the exception of his parents, but it couldn't have been more perfect. Through the laughing, joking, and sheer joy, I heard someone clear their throat.

"My dear," Grandmamma smiled softly.

"Yes, Grandmamma," I laughed, feeling the warmth radiating off Ayden's body.

"Are you happy?"

"Overjoyed," I beamed, looking back at Ayden, "Ecstatic."

"Mummy, mummy!" Kailee sudden yelled; the room got quieter as they watched the four-year-old jump into my lap, "Story?"

"Which one?" I inquired.

"How about yours, Andrea, dear," Grandmamma suggested.

"Ours?" I questioned, gesturing to Ayden and myself; she nodded.

"Yes, yes," Kailee nodded with her and I couldn't help smiling down at her.

"Well, it all started in a math class . . . "


A/N: Hi! So I've finally done an epilogue! It was originally for another story of mine, but I decided it fit this one better. Thank you for reading and reviewing would be nice :-) hope you liked it :-)