Last One Standing (wattys2017) (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Live, Love, and Please Don't Get Yourself Killed (Epilogue)

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This chapter is a bit confusing and is in the process of being edited and rearranged. The events in this take place five years after the last chapter. Hope you enjoy

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The red streamer tickled my nose as I did my best to attach the balloon ribbon to it.

I felt hands fall against my waist and for a fraction of a second thought it might be my husband.

"Easy there, sis. You need to be careful." Evan steadied me, leveling himself with one knee pressed against the ladder.

A sigh of frustration and disappointment left me before I could stop it, "I'm fine, Ev. I can do everything on my own now, okay? Calm down."

I stepped off the ladder and turned to face my twin, reaching out a second later to run my hand through his blonde curls, smiling weakly.

"Oh My God, Evan. Where the hell is my daughter?" I gasped, dropping the hammer and box of streamers in my hands. My brother grabbed my forearm and gently shifted my entire body so I was facing the baby swing at my feet.

"I wouldn't leave a month old baby inside alone, sis. I'm not that irresponsible." He rubbed my shoulder, "I'm not Eliott."

Eliott wasn't exactly responsible when it came to children and Evan was set on never letting him live it down. He had been babysitting Luke's kids a few months ago and had left them alone in the house for a half hour so he could go have a cigarette on the porch. Kaelyn had stumbled into the staircase and had gotten a slight concussion.

Once the news had reached us, Evan refused to let our brother come within fifty feet of my daughter. Considering he lived with me, he had a say in who was and wasn't allowed to see his niece.

"You know, she's never met her father." I crouched down and touched her soft, rosy cheek, "I mean, Toby was in there to film everything for him because my brother's were too grossed out, but he hasn't ever held her. I can't wait for him to meet her for the first time."

My brother ruffled my hair, falling down beside me. "Everyone is going to be here today, so please try not to be too emotional."

"But my hormones are still screwed up." I defended, "I can just blame it on Mommy hormones."

My brother shook his head and leaned down to pluck Grace from her swing, hugging her against him and blocking any sort of sun from her eyes.

"Mommy is so overprotective. Yes, she is." he moved around slowly, "She thinks Uncle Evan is an idiot and would leave you in all alone." I shook my head and turned back to look at the decorations I had just put up, my hands on my hips.

"Alex! Look what I made for Mommy!" Molly came rushing out of the house, dodging Evan by a fraction of an inch and crashing into me. I wrapped my arm around her and took the handmade card.

"This is beautiful, Molls. She'll love it. It's a great Welcome Home gift." I answered. She tilted her head back and looked up at me.

"What did you get for Daddy?" She asked. I winced a little at her words, gnawing at the inside of my lip.

There were things that I hadn't been comfortable with when Griffin finally got custody of Molly. The first and foremost thing being that she had a habit of calling him Daddy. She understood who our mother was, but I couldn't convince her to stop calling Griffin her father.

"I got Griffin a baby." I joked, nodding toward my daughter in Evan's arms.

"But Daddy helped make Gracie, right?" She stared at me with big eyes, "That's not a fun gift!"