What Knot

epilogue

    "Mommmm!" My eight year old son yelled for me as soon as he opened the back door.

  "No need to yell, Tristan. I'm right here." I tell him in a calm voice from the kitchen. He looks just like his dad! Acts like him too!

  "Auntie Nichole said that Grammy is getting some apples for Thor and Ranger."

  "Ok, lovebug. Ask daddy to put them up." I tell him. Then I look at Serenity, my six year old twin daughter. "Honey love, those look perfect! You will be a great cook like your grammy." I praise her for the sugar cookies that she is decorating for her daddy's birthday.

  "Thanks momma! I want to cook like you and Grammy. But not auntie Nichole. She doesn't cook good."

  "Thanks a million squirt!" A very pregnant Nichole says as she waddles into the kitchen.

  I laugh at her just as she always did me. "Hey chic! Don't blame my child for speaking the truth."

  "Oh I don't blame her." She kissed Serenity's head as she snagged a cookie. "Oh those are so good!"

  "Thanks auntie!" Serenity beamed at the praise.

   "Mommy, I need to potty!" Kaden told me as he grabbed himself. I pick him up and rush to the bathroom. We barely make it in time. My three year old likes to wait until the last possible second to go to the bathroom.

  "That was a close call. Tell me two minutes before you have to go next time. Mommy can't keep running like that."

  "Ok mommy! I done!" We wash his hands and he runs outside. "Daddy! Mommy runned!"

  I sit there rubbing my knee. Even nine years after the incident, I still need the brace and watch how I use my leg. Running is a definite no-no.

  Jordan comes into the bathroom and massages my knee. "He waited until the last second again, didn't he?"

  "Yes, he always does. I can't be a good mom when I can't even help my child pee!" I start tearing up.

  Oh hell! Jordan looks at me weirdly. He starts smiling again. That's when we know! There's going to be another little Jordan!

  "Daddy, Serenity won't let me have a cookie!" Jaxon yelled from the kitchen. He is always trying to get his twin in trouble. I started laughing.

  "Are you ready for another?" I asked Jordan.

  "Ready or not, here it comes!" He said in a laughing manner. I lay my head on his shoulder. "I love you, sweetheart! You are a wonderful mommy and wife. You are my life, my everything!"

  "I love you too, honey! Ever and always. Even though you keep putting buns in my oven. This will be six kids! We only have five bedrooms. What if I have twins again? Where are we going to put them?" I start getting hysterical.

  "Calm down, sweetheart. We can add at least two more rooms. I'll call Victor. Monday, call Dr. Phillips and take the test. Let's take it one step at a time."

  I nod. Getting myself back in order. "Ok, I'm better. Thank you, honey. You're the best of the best!"

  "Of course I am! That's how we keep having babies!" I laugh at his cocky grin.

  We go into the kitchen and see our family all gathered around the bar. If they only knew how many times I've been spread eagle on that same bar!

  Reba was holding Jordy, our five year old son. He had every adult's attention.

  "Then mommy said that daddy keeps putting buns in the oven. But daddy doesn't cook! How weird is that?"

  Jordan laughs at our drama king's speech. Every eye turns to us. We just smile. "We don't know for sure yet. So keep the congrats to a minimum."

  "Hallelujah!" Reba said.
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Eight months later

  "Grammy, mommy and daddy are home!"

  "No need to yell, Tristan. We see them." Reba opens the door for her newest grandkids.

  "Welcome home, loves! Let me have Charity. Gramps can have Chandler." She took our daughter from Jordan so he can help me up the stairs and into the house.

  "Thanks mom." Jordan said.

  "Oh, she is just too adorable!"

  "Thank you mom! You're adorable too!" I said sarcastically.

  We laugh at the ongoing joke.

  We get settled into a loud, loving, life with our seven children.

  Thor has just as many babies  as we do. He loves his Rosebud.

  Mom and dad along with the rest of the Millers come for Easter and Christmas. After all, Geoff, myself, and Carlie all live on the ranch.

  Geoff, Nichole, and Drake have three sons of their own.

  Gage and Carlie have three sons, including Braden, and one daughter.

  Anthony decided that he and Cassidy made a good couple after all. She doesn't lie about pregnancies any more. They have one son and one daughter. They live in the mobile home that we had originally bought. Her ego took a huge hit after her family turned their backs on her.

  We almost feel bad for her... almost.

   Reba and Martin are enjoying all their grandkids. But they love the empty house. They make sure to have all the grandkids over for a night every month.

  They spoil each one of them in their own special way.

  I love my life!