Teacher , teach me more( Manxman)(mpreg)(teacher/student) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Epilogue

4 months later....

James POV

The sound of wailing woke us both up as the sun broke through the parted curtains, both the warm light and the sound of Dalia screaming for attention, welcoming another day.

"It's your turn.."lockey grumbled half his face hidden from sight by his pillow, a slight trail of drool escaping his parted lips. He was so tired that he didn't move to wipe it away, acting as if he hadn't noticed it.

One glance at the clock on the nightstand told me it was far too early to be getting up, however, the screaming from the baby monitor only grew louder and the presence of the early rising sun told me that the new day didn't care how long we stayed up, trying to put the twins to bed. The new day didn't care that we hadn't got a full night's rest in the past few days.

"Maybe we should move them in here..."I mumbled ,not budging, cuddling further into the warmth of the blankets. "And besides I gave birth to the both of them...you can change her diapers." I yawned.

"You and Marcus coddle them too much.." He moaned, half asleep "No, I was up with her for three hours last night-"

"Only because you're too stubborn and demanded to do it." I retorted, shoving the pillow over my head in an attempt to shut out her cries for attention. Of course that didn't work and soon enough lockeys side lifted slightly as he climbed out of the bed, his voice muffled slightly. Although I could hear him clear enough to know that he was complaining.

"Stop muttering to yourself and get on with it already!" I yelled, catching a few words.

He chuckled softly but didn't turn around to reply, instead he walked out of our bedroom and vanished, going to take care of the unhappy four  month old.

Four months. Sometimes it is hard to believe that four entire months have passed since Dalia and Dylan were welcomed into this world. Four months since lockey saved us from the grasp of the late Veronica and John. Four months since lockey got accepted into university to study forensic science. Four months since we moved into our new home to have a fresh start and finally have the life we solemnly longed for. Four months and yet it still feels like yesterday we were bringing the twins home and lockey was doing the daddy thing, showing the babies around the new apartment, even though, we both knew that they didn't see anything and probably didn't care about anything that didn't include cuddles, bottles and sleeping. It still felt like yesterday when we were panicking over their umbilical stump falling off. Like yesterday we became a proper little family.

Not much changed after the first two months, considering I didn't count the last few weeks of how long Dalia and Dylan could stay up?, it was as if nothing had changed. Sure, now we had the twins and a shit load of responsibilities but...it was lovely. Lovely in an extremely intoxicating way: lovely in the way you now understand why people aspire for this type of life. We were stronger than ever before, lockey and I, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Marcus on the other hand was well...still the same old Marcus. Loud, spontaneous and definitely lovable. The twins love him to death but I guess...who could resist that bundle of energy anyway.

After a while I realised the wailing had long died down and the sun was finally beginning to truly warm up the room, beams of light fanning across the massive master bed, lockey and I shared. Drowning myself in the silence for a second, I heaved a sigh before hauling myself out of the bed.

I pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms and stumbled around a bit until the drowsiness finally left, walking out of the cosy bedroom into the dark hall.

As I walked I could hear lockey humming, Dalia whimpering, no longer alone but still unpleased with whatever was happening.

"What are you doing?" I asked, strolling into the kitchen, stopping mid-way when I found lockey gently swaying in his spot, Dalia tucked in his right arm as he ran the water into a saucepan, whining because papa wasn't given her the attention she deserved, the bacon and eggs out on the counter.