His Angels

sequel: epilogue

Jax's POV

"One day, just one day I'm going to slip on this toy and fall to my death," Brynn grumbled coming down the stairs. "Bodhi what did I tell you about putting your trucks near the stairs?"

"Not to."

"So why is it there?" She asks placing our one-year-old down. He wobbles over to me and jumps into my lap.

She crosses her arm over her chest, my eyes immediately landing on her chest.

"I'm sorry, I'll go get it," Bodhi says nervously, before running up the stairs.

"You better." She sighs and comes over to me. Leighton holds his arm out, showing his two bottom teeth and his two top teeth.

She picks him up, sitting down next to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder pulling her into my chest. I just feel the need to be touching her every second of the day.

"I can't wait to surprise Journey. She's going to love her new room." Brynn smiles up at me proudly.

Journey has been out with her grandparents for a birthday breakfast while we stayed back to set up her birthday party. For Journey's 9th birthday, Brynnley decided to build, yes build a bookcase along the wall in Journey's room from scratch. She just purchased wooden boards, screws, and everything to build it on her own. She then proceeded to paint it a baby blue shade so it went with the color of Journey's walls.

Journey continuously buys books every chance she gets, so her original small bookshelf was overflowing. She had books stacked in every corner of her room.

At the moment she is currently reading books based on animals around the world, learning more and more about them.

Soleil, our little seven-year-old is obsessed with being a princess. She only, and I mean only wears princess gowns. She doesn't act like a spoiled one but she likes being called princess and getting pink or purple sparkly things.

Bodhi is the same. He is still in love with wild animals, farm animals, all animals. He's been asking for a monkey every chance he gets even though he knows damn well he isn't getting one.

Then there's Leighton, our badass one-year-old who likes to stress us out. Unlike the rest of his calm siblings, he loved to scream, make messes, throw temper tantrums, and cling to his mother like his life depended on it. Yes, he is a momma's boy.

The twins clung to me most of the time, while Journey and Leighton clung to their mom just as much as I do.

I'm clingy. So what?

"She's gonna love it, babe." I kissed her temple. Leighton hits me, his brows furrowing.

"Uh-oh looks like someone is jealous," Brynn calls out. "Do it again."

I chuckled, "Do you want me to get beat up?"

"Please, he won't do that much damage." She leans in to kiss me. Before our lips touch, Brynn hisses. "Alright, I get it you jealous twatnoodle." She pulls her hair out of his tight grip.

He frowns at her.

Her face softens, "Aw baby, I'll give you some love." She picks him up closer to her face.

She presses kisses on his chubby cheeks and the crook of his neck as he lets out little fits of giggles. Once she stops, he looks at me with this mischievous smile that just screams 'I stole mommy from you, you piece of shit.'

Okay, maybe not all that but he knows what he's doing.

"Why are you looking at your kid like you want to rip his head off?" Dylan says walking through our back door. A little Blake follows him as she held his finger. Chloe was behind him, holding a bag... a couple of bags of gifts.