Alpha Logan (#1 In The Alpha Series)

Epilogue

Lily:

"Logan! Help me!" I yelled for my mate who was currently outside playing football with our three boys.

"What's wrong?" He poked his head in through the screen door and was breathing heavily.

"Take Samantha please, I need to get dinner started but she won't stop crying." I was holding our fourth born in my arms, while she was screaming her head off.

"Oh, of course! Sammy baby come see daddy." Logan smiled at our youngest and came inside and snatched her from my arms.

"What's for dinner anyways?" He asked bouncing Samantha up and down and getting her to giggle.

"I'm making steak, mashed potatoes, and spinach." Logan grimaced.

"Gross! I hate spinach, you know that!" I sighed.

"Yeah well my kids and my mate will have something healthy in their meal, so shut up and quit complaining." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the fresh slab of steak from our freezer.

"Henry has got quite the arm on him, maybe he'll be a football player in high school?" Logan said lightly bouncing Sam.

"Maybe, but Connor might be a good player too. He's always tackling Alexander when he touches his toys." I point out. Logan booms with laughter.

"I know, my boys are rugged!" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Henry holds the role of oldest brother, then Alexander takes up role of second born, then a couple years later we brought Connor into the world, then after all hope was lost of me having a girl, Samantha was born. And I can finally say IM FINISHED HAVING BABIES!

Four is enough, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Mom! Alex took the football and won't give it back!" Henry said as he poked his head inside the house.

"Oh boy, there will never be a day where all my children get along and play nicely will there?" I sighed, Logan laughed and kissed Samantha's head.

"Looks like my second born is trying to over ride the future Alpha." Logan laughed.

"Mommy! Henry wouldn't share! That's why I took it!" Alex defended himself while running into the kitchen.

"Hey! Who left me outside alone?" My three year old wondered as he too entered the kitchen.

"Alrighty! That's enough boys, put the football away for now. Alex help daddy with Sam, Henry play with Connor. I need to cook dinner." I give them each an order.

"But Connor is a baby mom!" Henry who is now seven whined.

"I'm three!" Connor stomped and crossed his foot.

"Boys, listen to your mother." Logan said sternly. They would always defy me but as soon a 'the big guns' came out they listen and obliged without a word from any of them.

Henry is seven, Alexander is five, Connor is three, and Samantha is six months. Having a household with young children is 100% difficult. But each time I went into heat again I gave into Logan and gave him exactly what he wanted.

It was like three extra repeats of when we conceived Henry.

After Henry turned two I went into heat again, I was hoping to just enjoy having Henry for a little while longer before having another one, but Logan had other ideas, and I did too at the peak of my heat when I couldn't handle the pain of it anymore.

So then I told Logan to just do it, to help me out and he didn't need to be told twice. Then vola, Alexander was made. And our small family of three become one of four, then five, then six.