Coyote's Bite

Epilogue

       I woke up to a weight on my chest.

   "Mama, Jamie won't give me back my baby doll." A little girls voice said quietly. My eyes cracked open to see my five year old daughter Ella. Her brother was seven, but still felt the need to play with her dolls. I really needed to stop letting him hang out with Stiles' daughter's so much, they were twins, just a year older then Jamie, and they influenced him greatly.

   "Ella Marie, didn't I tell you not to wake your mother." I smiled as Isaac, my husband of three years walked into our room, a small scowl on his face.

   "Sorry daddy." Ella said softly as she climbed off me and sat on the bed.

   "Go get her doll back from Jamie." I told Isaac softly. Isaac looked like he wanted to laugh.

   "He took it again?" He asked. Ella nodded. Isaac walked out of the room and moments later Jamie ran into the room, gave Ella her doll and ran back out. Isaac came in and kissed my and Ella's cheeks before walking back out. "We're going to the store." He called softly. I laughed.

   "Why are they going to the store?" Ella asked. I lifted the covers and stood, taking her into my arms as I walked out of the room.

   "I think your daddy is buying Jamie his own dolls." I said softly. Once we were downstairs I set her at the table and began to make breakfast.

       Ever since high school, all my morning's were waking up to Isaac, then waking up to Isaac and Jamie, then waking up to Isaac, Jamie, and Ella. Now, we had a new little one on the way, I was about three months at this point, and the only ones to know so far were me, Isaac, Stiles, and Derek.

       I was glad that I had met Isaac. And I wish I had sooner. Maybe we could have dated and been married way sooner. But I wouldn't have my life any other way at this point. I was happy with my pack, my husband, and my soon to be three kids.

       I was happy, and that's all that really mattered.