Me and my Irwins

The airport

I turned behind me to see Luke, my beautiful little brother, walking along holding Alex, his five year old sons hand and chatting with Calum. On my left Ashton was conversing with Noa our gorgeous three year old daughter. To my right Michael was holding Louise, his three month old daughter and talking to Kelsey, Calum's pregnant Fiancé. Michael's wife Em was chatting with Luke's youngest child by three minutes, Ellie, named after her late mother, in front of me. I looked down, took one hand off the bar of the buggy, which our six month old son Thomas was sleeping in, and rubbed my bulging belly.

I turned to Ash and said quietly "Our family is probably the weirdest and most dysfunctional family in the world." And he said
"I know babe, but we have something that some other families don't have"
"What?" I asked him hoping for some impressive answer.
"We have love for each and every member of our weird and dysfunctional family" He said, pulling me sideways into him and gently kissing my forehead whilst rubbing
my belly.
"No Daddy!" Noa shouted
"What is it baby girl?" Ashton asked her, his accent making me melt inside.
"My Mummy is the princess and only I am allowed to give her kisses!" She shouted and ran over to me kissing my kneecaps, and making all seven adults laugh. She looked up at me, her water blue eyes brimming with tears.
"Mummy I don't like it when they laugh at me" She told me, outstretching her arms for me to pick her up.
"Bubba you know I can't pick you up at the moment" I said as Ashton crouched down behind her, sliding her onto his shoulders and turning that frown upside down.

"C'mon you lot!" Luke shouted. "We gotta keep walking if we stand any chance of catching this plane, and I think that we kinda need to..." He finished, picking up Alex and swinging him round his head, then running off in the direction of the boarding room.
"No! Daddy wait!" Ellie shouted after him, and when Luke didn't come back, she put her hands on her head and said
"Typical, he's gone and done it again!" I couldn't help but let out a small giggle as I reached out, took her hand and walked on, watching her chatting away to Noa.

Since Ellie died I have become a mother figure for her two beautiful children, and I know she would be so great full to me for it, Luke is anyway. Ellie shrieked with laughter as her Daddies head popped round the corner of the wall. He was obviously lying on the floor and, I figured, had Alex lying on his back, as his head popped out a few seconds later.
"Sis, I know you haven't seen your oldest son in a while now, and seeing as we are going to, NEW YORK CITY FOR CHRISTMAS! HELL YEAH!, sorry, but I know that you've never had a Christmas apart ever since he was a titch, so I thought, that I would surprise you." He popped his and Alex's heads back and a few seconds later we all heard a heated whisperguement (whispered argument) and then my beautiful sixteen year old son, James, came running towards me, arms outstretched. I gasped in shock, stepped round to the front of Thomas' buggy and gave him the biggest, side splitting hug I had ever given in my life.