Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin.

Selling My Soul For His Aston Martin. (Epilogue)

pic of the twins---> ~*~

"Annabel Francesca Sophia Taylor! You get down from there right now!"

I heard Will yell. I looked at my son and we both rolled our eyes. He hopped off the barstool behind the island and, taking my hand, we walked outside together. Chance was more on the loud, huffy side while Anna was just plain quiet and sort of sneaky. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind though, even though she was only four like her older brother. Will said it was the red head thing. You see, much to his dismay, Annabel (who was named for his mother) had started to drift into the strawberry blonde section. Chase stayed a pure light blonde. They still looked alike though. "

We walked into the backyard and saw Will, yelling up a tree, while Anna climbed higher. I rolled my eyes and took my apron off, handing it to Chance and smiling down at him. "Here, Chase, hold momma's apron while she shows your daddy how it's done." He grinned and took it, draping it over his shoulder and looking impossibly like his father for a second. I jogged up to the tree and tapped Will on the shoulder. "Hon, I'm gonna need you to step back."

He scoffed. "You're not about to climb that tree, James."

"Says who?"

"Says your husband," he said, his expression turning serious. "Jamie, you know you're pre--"

I slapped a hand over his mouth and looked at him warningly. "Will."

He folded his arms. "I'll tell them. I promise you, I will tell them," he mumbled against my hand. I sighed. "Fine."

Turning to the tree, I looked up at my daughter. "Anna, if you come down we can have some cookies."

"Chocolate chip?" She asked hopefully.

"Double."

She smiled and started down slowly, placing her foot on the thick looking branches and shimmying down until she was on the ground. She giggled. "That was fun."

She stopped giggling when she saw the look we were giving her. "What?"

Will started to turn red and sputter. I put a hand on his chest. "Breath. Seriously dude, I'm not about to raise twins on my own."

He started to breathe while I turned to our daughter, glaring. "Anna."

She put her hands on her hips. "Mommy."

We glared at each other until she finally looked away. I smirked and blinked, pointing in the direction of the house. "Bedroom. Now."

"But--"

"You disobeyed your dad when he was just trying to keep you from busting your butt all over the place on the lawn."

"I just wanted to climb a tree!"

"And I just wanted to bake my double fudge cookies in peace, with the exception of your brother."

"Hey! I'm peaceful!"

She looked behind my legs. "Yeah," she said, her voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. "And I grow fangs at night and suck your blood."

He looked at her, scared. "You do?"

I laughed. Just like his father. Will sniffed in the air. "Is something burning?"

We all looked toward the glass sliding doors. Black, heavy smoke looked back at us, rolling against the glass.

"Jamie," Will said with this scary calm face on. "Didn't you say you were making double chocolate chip cookies?"

I pointed to Chance. "He did it!"