Little Bit of Truth (Sequal to The Overprotective Brother)

Epilogue: This Is Where Our Story Ends

"Cass, come on we're going to be late," I yelled at my now 14 year old daughter.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on mother," She sassed me - just like her father - as she descended the staircase.

"Don't talk to me like that young lady, I brought you up better," I scolded her.

She looked down to the floor clearly embarrassed by her previous actions and comments, "Sorry Mum, I'm just nervous, I've never sang in front of so many people before. The show's sold out."

She started breathing heavily and began to pace back and forth before taking a seat on the staircase in front of me.

"Cassadee Tyra Alphonsia Franceschi, listen to me and listen well. You will be fine, there's no doubt in my mind that you're nervous. Anyone in their right mind would be. The first time I played a show, you're uncles practically handed me a microphone and dragged me onstage. I'm fairly certain your dad..." I consoled my daughter.

"I'm fairly certain your dad what?" Josh asked walking into the hallway where Cass, myself and Josh and I's 6 month old daughter Phoebe-Elissa (who was cradled in my arms), were stood.

"Nothing," Cass said before running into the living room. Josh looked at me helplessly.

"She's nervous, I'm nervous for her. She's practically had a panic attack moments ago and now. I've failed as a mother..." I sobbed leaning into my husband.

"Hey. You haven't failed you muppet. You're a great mum, you've raised three beautiful children, who all love you very much, even little Pheebs here and she can't talk. You are the best wife I could have ever chosen for myself and I can't thank you enough for the multiple chances you have given me over the years. I love you Lex, always have and always will," He said, before leaning down and kissing me. Phoebe became restless and reached a little hand up to touch her father's stubble. In turn, cutting Josh and I's kiss short.

"I think someone's jealous that daddy's getting all of my attention," I said laughing at the six month old in my arms.

"I'm sorry baby, daddy only took mummy for a second," Josh laughed kissing Phoebe on her head. She shuffled and buried her face back into my chest obviously tired.

"Now talking of three children where is Matthew?" I asked my husband. Matthew Max named after Matt Barnes and Max Helyer, as I was out shopping with them for baby clothes when my water broke. If you ask me I couldn't tell you who was panicking more Matt, Max or the shop assistant. Matthew is cheeky just like his two namesakes.

"Matthew, where are you?" Josh yelled.

"Here I am," the 5 year old yelled running in from the kitchen, drenched head to foot in water.

"Matthew Max James Franceschi, what have you been doing?" I asked my son. Josh ran to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel to start drying the 5 year old off.

"The water in the garden..."He giggled as Josh began to dry the five year olds mop of curls.

"The sprinklers, Cass didn't I ask you to turn them off?" I asked her popping my head around the doorframe into the living room.

"No mum," She said staring intently at her phone in her hand, probably messaging Joe, her best friend and band mate.

"Cassadee, if you looked up from your phone for two seconds you would realise that I asked you to turn them OFF, because Matty wanted to play in the garden," I said to my daughter.

"Yo Matty B is in da House, why are you wet Matthew?" Matt B yelled walking through the front door, Lauren in tow and Max following behind.

"Please not this again, I can't deal with you and that bloody saying," I said to the elder Matt in the room.