After Elliot

Epilogue

A/N: This is officially the end of LWTB *sobs internally*
Dedicating this chapter to @crazy_dominika bc I adore her and all the help she's given me in developing this story. Hope you enjoy :)

"Ian!" I call up the stairs. "It's half past seven! The kids have to be at daycare by eight and you have clients waiting!"

"On it!" He shouts back from the top of the stairs as he comes down, cradling our ten-month-old son, Isaiah, in one arm and carrying our three-year-old daughter, Evelyn, in the other.

"What is she wearing?" I question when he places her on the ground, still wearing her bear onesie. "What? She likes it," He defends, handing Isaiah over to me, who instantly clutches onto my curled hair.

"She cannot wear her pajamas to daycare! Do you want them to think I'm a bad mom? Because that's what will happen--" "Fine, fine, I'll change her," He swoops her back up into his arms with a "C'mere princess."

She giggles and lets her blond, curly head flop back in his arms, "Papa!" She shrieks as he bounds back up the stairs. "I laid out a dress-- put it on her!" I call up, but only receive child laughter in response.

"Well," I shift Isaiah to a more comfortable position and adjust his baby Polo shirt on him, "they're silly, aren't they?" He simply stares at me, obviously earning his seriousness, and good looks, from his father. "Let's get some food in you."

I hum as I carry him into the kitchen, place him in a high-chair, and fetch a box of Cheerios from the cabinet over the oven. My large belly gets in the way as I try to maneuver around cabinets and counters.

Oh, right, did I mention that I'm seven months pregnant?

As I'm opening the box of cereal, I stop and twirl the diamond ring around my finger, thinking back to the day Ian and I said our vows-- three years ago. We dated all through college, with him finally proposing.

One year later, we were married, and here we are now, both thirty, with two kids and another little girl on the way. I pour the cheerios onto his highchair tray, after sanitizing it of course, and wait for him to take interest in the food.

However, he still just stares blankly at me, "Oh, c'mon baby, we don't have time for this," I say, exasperated at Ian's routine lateness.

"Look, mommy can eat it too, see," I eat one of his cheerios and he begins to cry. "We're ready!" Ian yells as he comes down the stairs toting Evelyn, pulling me from my Isaiah trance.

"Evie! You look so pretty!" I speak in a baby voice as I admire my beautiful daughter in her white shirt and sea foam-colored tutu.

"Thanks mommy," She smiles, a mildly toothy grin and I laugh at her cuteness. "Time check?" Ian asks, going to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup of joe. "7:40, and your coffee is already on the table." "I need it--" "To-go, yes. It's already in a to-go mug."

"Thanks darling," He pecks me on the lips, then grabs up his coffee and basically inhales it. "Is Isaiah done with his food?" I shake my head, "He won't eat it." He groans, "Again?"

"And now he's crying because I ate some of it," I say, leaning down to pet Isaiah's head. "You know he doesn't like for people to touch his food,"

He chimes and I roll my eyes, "Yes, of course, but since you made us late, I had to take extraordinary measures."

I lean down to tame Evelyn's mess of blond curls into two, short ponytails. "Well, I really need to get to work..." He hesitates, slowly backing towards the door.

I stand up straight and point at him, "Oh no sir, you're not going anywhere. You're the one who made us late, so you're the one who gets to take them to daycare." "But babe, I have a lot of clients today--"