The Rise of the Red Queen

Epilogue

I married Mark legally three months after I told them I was pregnant but we all were wed spiritually. All of us officially taking my last name. I looked like a whale in my opinion but all my men said I was beautiful. The private ceremony was held in a Spanish church with only a select few guests to bare witness as Theo walked me down the isle. The reception afterwards was held in the Oddfellows Hall with classical orchestra playing throughout the night. I danced, well waddled, with my grandfather who has been a pillar of strength for me throughout my pregnancy. I was whisked around the dance floor by each of my husbands as I stood on their feet. The bouquet was tossed and caught by Cassady who turned red looking at Anne and Josh who were all currently in a relationship. The garter belt was caught by Tyler as Derek stayed on the sidelines with Sofia in his arms.

I woke up from dreaming about our wedding to the cry of excitement from my children on Christmas morning. The paternity test came back with four matches to the DNA of my babies. The doctor ran more tests before telling me I had superfecundation. Basically it meant that I released multiple eggs in one ovulation round resulting in each of my babies having different fathers. I gave birth two weeks prematurely to four sons. Andre fathered the first born named, Spencer, Andrew fathered my second born, Riley, Gabriel fathered my third son, Hayden, and Mark fathered my youngest son, Sawyer. I loved being a mother so much I got pregnant again.  This time I gave birth to a set of identical twin boys Ethan and Caleb who look exactly like their father, Jasper.

I slowly climbed out of bed and went downstairs to see my six sons waiting impatiently to open up their Christmas presents like every year, eleven years for the quadruplets and nine years for the twins. Theo and Marie are sat on the loveseat drinking coffee and Antonio Ricci is in the rocking chair with a cup of his own. I was ushered into the living room by Darius and snuggled on the large couch by my husband's watching as the boys had their fun opening their presents from Santa Claus and their three grandparents. I received a pinch on my inner thigh as I told them that as of tomorrow that uncle Santiago and uncle Felipe will be allowed to teach the quadruplets to fight and defend themselves. During dinner that night my back started to hurt but I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until we were all settled down that night watching a final Christmas movie of the year that I felt a slight pop as my water broke.  We quickly left the kids with their grandparents as the rest of us headed straight for the hospital. My contractions came on fast and strong. I gave birth to Darius's child on Christmas day, Darion. The following day the boys were brought in to see their final sibling. "This is Darion Angelina Chase, your baby sister. It's your job as her older brothers to protect her but also make sure she can protect herself." I said as my sons surrounded us. I looked at my glassy eyed sons as the all stared at their baby sister for the first time.