Heart of Life (Teenage Punk Sequel)

Part 27 (This is the end)

6 Years. It's been 6 years since I'd forgot everything I'd ever known in time when I thought I would lose my life. 5 years since things started to come back. The nightmares, the heart ache, the sorrow. 4 years since my heart became whole once again. 3 years since my first little angel came into the world, my family dream becoming a reality. 2 years since my second little angel came into my life, making my family complete. 1 year since my last youtube video, my life becoming devoted to my music and my family. 5 minutes since my little darling escaped bath time.

"Harold stop. Harold come back here right now" I yelled, following his every footstep, "Harry" I ran into the backyard, laughing my head off. I stopped, 1 meter away from the troublesome boy. "There's only one way this is going end. And it's going to be you, in the bathtub with your brother" I looked at him sternly, quickly running and picking him up while his was distracted. "You are one troublesome two year old"

I sat with my back against the cabinet, hugging my knees as I chuckled at my two children, splashing in the bath, Harry splashing his brother. "Uncle Michaels in the house" A voice boomed through the house. "Bathroom" I yelled back, "Oh, it's my three favourite people" He smiled, running over to the tub. I laughed as he was soon covered in bubbles.

I walked into the kitchen, leaving Michael and the boys alone to themselves. I pushed myself up on the bench, sipping my tea as I thought, thought about how I ended up with two amazing kids and still be living the life I've always dreamed. Was still in a daydream when a bubble covered little boy appeared in front of me, a cheeky grin on his little face.

"Fletch, bubby. What are you doing?" I pushed myself off the bench, placing my tea on the bench. "No room" he giggled, running back up the stairs. "Oh dear" I mumbled, chasing the 3 year old up the stairs. "Mikey why is...Oh my god" I stopped at the door, bursting into fits of laughter. Michael was sitting, fully clothed, in the tub, covered in bubbles, with Harry on his back.  "Don't even ask" He mumbled through fits of laughter.

"Alright. Two boys dressed. 10 minutes and then bed" I walked down the stairs, picking up the toys as I went. I chuckled at my boys as they both sat on top of Michael, he pulling faces at them both. "Daddy" the both screamed, waddling past, as the front door closed. "How are my little scamps" He cheered, I turned around, smiling as he held them both in his arms. "Uncle Mikey had a baff wif us" Harry giggled. "Oh did he now?" Michael just shrugged, flicking through the channels.

I smiled at my sleeping boys, closing the door slightly before walking down the stairs, collapsing on the couch, next to my biggest sleeping boy. "Baby. Wake up. Come on. Let's go to bed" I whispered, lightly nudging him. I slowly guided him in up the stairs before throwing him down on the bed. "Ow" he moaned, kicking off his shoes, his face still in the sheets. I chuckled as I slipped into my pyjamas, pulling the sheets back enough to wiggle under them, kicking him lightly to move off the sheets. He groaned as he stood up, kicking off his pants, and slipping of his shirt before he slipped next to me, pulling me close.

"Your turn" I mumbled, the crying filling the room, the sound muffled by the baby monitor. "Oi" I mumbled, I whacked the space beside me, nothing but emptiness. "Hey baby boy it's okay" the soothing voice filled the room. "Shhh" he whispered, the crying becoming quitter. I slowly sat up, picking up the baby monitor and turning it up slightly.

"I hate to see you cry, lying there in that position. There's things you need to hear, so turn off your tears and listen" His sweet voice filled the room, the crying becoming silent, and nothing but his voice and coo's filling the room. "Mumma" I looked up at the door, and there stood my other little angel. I motioned for him to come over, picking him and placing him on my lap, cuddling him close. "Listen to daddy" I whispered, turning up the monitor more.

"Pain throws your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around, no it won't all go the way it should but I know the heart of life is good" He sung, Fletcher, snuggled in under the blankets, holding the monitor close to his ear. "I love it when Daddy sings" he whispered, closing his little eyes. "Me too" I whispered, "me too"

I gently placed Fletcher into his bed, kissing his forehead gently. I quietly closed the door, making my way back to bed with a yawn. "There you are, I wondered where you got to" he smirked, holding the covers open for me. "I had to put our other child back to bed" I sighed, sliding into his arms. "You put them both back to sleep, he heard you over the monitor" I breathed, slowly closing my eyes.

"I love you Elsa Maria Williams" he whispered, wrapping his arms around me tighter, a small smile crept on my face. "I love you Calum Thomas Hood" I whispered, placing my hands on top of his. "Sing to me" I whispered, "Like you did before" He chuckled, his voice soon filling the room. Everything I had wanted, it came to be.

"Pain throws your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around, fear is a friend who's misunderstood, but I know the heart of life is good"