Ashley sat on the sofa in the midst of all the chaos nursing the baby.
                              "Papa, papa," yelled Chloe as she ran by.
                              "No running, Chloe," said Ashley.
                              "Papa's chasing me," she said out of breath.
                              "Jack, I'm bound to find you. There's only so many places to hide," called out Harry.
                              Their oldest popped up from behind the sofa and made a shushing sound to Ashley who placed her index finger to her lips. Meanwhile Chloe jumped on the sofa and curled up under the blanket lying next to Ashley.
                              "Don't tell him where I am, Momma," she whispered.
                              "No worries," said Ashley with a smile.
                              "Alright, I seem to have misplaced two munchkins," said Harry leaning over to kiss Ashley. He touched the dark curls on top of Annabelle's small head and kissed her on the check. "Doing alright?" he asked.
                              "I think we're almost finished," said Ashley.
                              "Good, because I think I need some help." A giggle came from under the blanket. "Is that blanket laughing at me?" he asked. He started to poke the blanket causing Chloe to throw it off and try to scramble away. "No you don't," said Harry picking her up and placing her over his shoulder. "Just one to go."
                              "I think Jack went out on the deck," said Ashley.
                              "Well, I guess I'd better go check out there," he said pretending to walk away.
                              Jack's forehead appeared just over the top of the back of the sofa. "Gotcha!"
                              "Momma!" he called out.
                              "Harry, put him down," she said as she placed Annabelle on her shoulder to burp.
                              Harry placed the 6-year-old, blond on his feet and patted his head before he stooped down to release 3-year-old Chloe. She flipped her straight brown hair over her shoulder, blew a kiss at her father, and followed the direction of Jack.
                              "Need a break," he asked sitting down next to Ashley who was trying to button her shirt with one hand.
                              "I think you are the one who needs the break, but if you could hold her for a moment, I'd appreciate it."
                              "How much would you appreciate it?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
                              "Every time you do that we get pregnant," she said patting him on the cheek.
                              "I don't suppose there is any way we're going to get away to celebrate our 5-year wedding anniversary," he said.
                              "Actually, I have a surprise for you," she said with a big smile. "I like your surprises," he said looking down at Annabelle.
                              Ashley watched him for a moment as he took in the face of the little beauty. Her dark curly hair and green eyes were exactly like his. After the first two children, Ashley had given up on having one with Harry's eye color. Jack's were blue and Chloe's were gray. Ashley knew Annabelle had her father's heart. Not only was she the youngest, but she looked most like his side of the family.
                              "Your heart is showing," said Ashley softly.
                              "She looks so much like you, sweetheart."
                              "If you say so. Back to the surprise. Your mom and Robin are coming in a couple of days early before the christening. They are going to babysit so we can go out for a little while Friday night!"
                              ****
                              Ashley had to sidestep to avoid being run over by Jack and Chloe as she went to answer the door.
                                      
                                  
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