Where She Lies

Epilogue

I sit in the kitchen sipping my coffee when Mya just so happens to run up to me.

"Mommy," She tugs on my sleeve, "Grayson and Dylan are chasing each other in the house again."

"And?" I chuckle down at my five year old daughter.

"I wanted Dylan to play dolly with me," Mya pouts, "She never does anymore."

"Hey," Quinn walks into the kitchen to see Mya's upset expression, "What's wrong pumpkin?"

She blows a strand of her dark brown hair out of her eyes and looks up at him with eyes the very same color of his own, golden flecks and all.

"I wanted Dylan to play with me, but she's playing with Grayson." Mya repeats.

"Well," Quinn pauses, "She has to play with her twin brother sometimes too. Believe me, once she's older she won't want to as much."

"Fine," Mya sighs and looks at the floor, "I just wanted somebody to play with."

"I'll play with you pumpkin." Quinn smiles warmly.

"Okay!" Mya raises her gaze back to him and beams.

I smile to myself as I watch her guide Quinn to the living room where her doll house is. I find myself getting lost in my own thoughts as I continue to sip my coffee. Everything's so different than it was ten years ago. Ten years ago on this very day is the day that we cleared Quinn's name. He ended up proposing to me two years later. One year later we had our now seven year old twins, Grayson and Dylan. Wyatt would always come over to visit the twins. He cared for them like they were his very own. He ended up getting married to hid co-worker Amanda when the twins were two. It was also in that year that we had Mya. About a year and a half after we had Mya, Amanda had twin girls named Charlotte and Skyler. Apparently twins run in the Deupre family, even though Wyatt and Quinn aren't twins. As for Trevor, he moved on from Esmee's death and had a son named Everett with Chloe Hannoff, a waitress who was hired at the diner recently after Esmee died. Everett is now six and Trevor and Chloe got married the year that he was born. Trevor fixed up his house and changed it up a bit for his wife and son. Quinn and I moved out of my mom Vanessa's house after we got married. We chose to live across the street from Trevor so that we could visit each other any time we wanted. Vanessa's still in jail and she will be for a long time, sadly. Whenever Quinn and I visit we show her pictures of the kids and talk about them. My dad babysits for us when we're away or at work. He loves spending time with the kids and he calls Mya fun sized because she gets annoyed when he calls her that.

"Mommy," The twins rush up to me, "Are you coming? Daddy's taking us all over to Uncle Wyatt's."

"Oh," I smile down at Grayson and Dylan, "I nearly forgot. Of course I'm coming my little munchkins."

"Now?" Grayson pleads.

"Pleaseeeee." Dylan adds on to her brother's pleas.

"Okay, okay," I wave them along, "I'm coming."

"Yay!" The two cheer and run off to find Quinn.

I hastily put down my book on the table and make my way over to the others. I take one last glance at my Handcuffed Hearts book that's lying on the table. I can't believe that I actually became an author. Who could've guessed that my life would've turned out like this? Certainly not me.

"Are you ready?" Quinn asks me.

I stare at the faces of the people I love. My husband, my daughters, and my son.

"Kimberly?" Quinn's expression changes to a worried one.

"Yeah," I ruffle Mya's hair, "I'm ready."

Quinn's expression softens and he smiles at me.

"Were you having a glass heart moment?" He asks.

"I believe I was." I smirk.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't have those moments." Quinn smiles.

"C'mon, criminal," I nudge him in the arm, "Let's go."

"Criminal?" Dylan's eyes widen at Quinn.

"Ah, she's just joking," He picks up Dylan and throws her over his shoulder, "Let's go!"

I open the door for Quinn and watch as he races down the driveway with a squealing Dylan thrown over his shoulder.

"Wait for me!" Grayson shouts as he chases after them while his sandy hair is sticking up in random places as if he just got out of bed.

"Let's go, princess." I lift Mya up and carry her down the driveway.

Some things just never change - and I'm glad that they don't. We all need those moments in life and I'm glad I found mine. Hopefully my children will be able to find those moments - those blissful moments. In fact, I know that they should be able to find those moments. After all, we're a family of glass hearts. And not just any family of glass hearts - we're the Deupre family. And no matter what I'm glad to call myself a member, even if it meant falling for a criminal (yes, I still consider him my criminal). I continue down the path until I reach our car and I sit Mya down in the back seat alongside the twins. And as I look from my kids' gazes and back to Quinn's, I realize something that I've known all along - I'd never change a thing.