The One Who Lived

Epilogue - Eleven Years Later

"Daddy!" Beau's little voice carriers through the massive house right behind the pitter patter of his feet.

Ander's large figure fills the front door as his face breaks out in a massive grin as he barely catches Beau who just threw himself at his most favorite person in the world — who sadly is not me. "Good afternoon, Beau money." Ander calls our son the same name that he has since Beau was a little over one and his first word was 'money.'

Yeah, not 'mommy' or 'daddy' but 'money.'

"I missed you!" Beau yells as our second boy rounds the corner to find the dad his brother is yelling about.

A little less than a year after we had Beau, we found out that we two months pregnant with another baby. 18 months after we had Beau — which happened to be the same gap between Anni and I — we had our second boy whom I named Forrest Abram Grant Grey. A boy who came out with the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen, and a heart that could warm the coldest.

I laugh, leaning in the doorway as I take in our boys crawling on their dad. "He was gone for less than a day, baby." I smile at them before Ander turns his attention towards me.

"It felt like forever!" Beau yells.

"Forever!" Forrest copies his brother.

Ander grins, pulling me towards him. "Forever." Ander murmurs before catching my lips. "I missed you, Ade."

I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I missed you more." I promise as he slightly lifts me off my feet.

"I missed you more than mommy!" Beau yells making me and Ander laugh.

I put my hands on my hips. "Does everything have to be a competition with you, Beau?" I ask in a fake scold.

Ander ruffles his hair and picks both of them up. "Of course, it does. He is my son, after all." Ander says making me give a playful eye roll.

Watching Ander with Beau and Forrest is one of my most favorite things in the entire world. The three of them are best friends, and I want to say I am jealous, but I am way more thankful than anything else because I am so beyond blessed.

"So," I start, turning my back to Ander. "Do you like Forrest's new shirt?" I ask making Ander huff behind me.

"When don't the boys have new clothes?" Ander chuckles as he comes up behind me as I wash the dishes. "I honestly don't really care what they wear, Ade. You know that." Ander says making me groan.

"Just go look, Vanderbilt." I shove him towards our current youngest.

Ander smiles his perfect smile as he picks up Forrest, and his smile gets even biggest once he reads it. "No, Adan," Ander sets Forrest down. "No fucking way!" Ander yells making me and the boys cringe but for different reasons.

I bob my head. "Yeah, six weeks." I smile as Ander starts his way back towards me.

"We are having our last baby?" Ander asks making me nod, again. "God, I love you so fucking much, Adan." He kisses me hard before pulling back. "Marry me?" He asks making me giggle.

I hold up my left hand. "Kind of already did that." I say as he smothers me in kisses and the boys yell their disgust.

"It is a girl." Ander says, looking at our two boys. "It has to be a girl." Ander insists.

I shrug. "I don't care either way, but we are done after this, young man." I shove a finger in his chest. "Three and I am tapping out. That was the deal." I remind him of the promise he made to me after Forrest.

Forrest's pregnancy was way harder for me than Beau's ever was. I was sick the whole time I was pregnant with Forrest, and then I almost lost Forrest a few months in and was bedridden the rest of my pregnancy.

Both Ander and I knew we did not want to stop at two, but I was not sure I could do another, so we kind of made a deal. We could have one more baby if I got to name Forrest — especially since Ander wanted to name him Blayzer. Ander agreed, and here we are.

"Well, I get to name this one, so be prepared." Ander says like I should be scared but it actually turned out to be the opposite because over nine months later, on July fifth, our last and final baby was born.

A baby girl whom Ander would insist on naming Channing Lydia Vivian Grey. Our little Hanna girl who would turn out to be as smart, beautiful, kind and sweet as the aunt she was named after.