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"Do not test me on my birthday, Jacob," I said, keeping my eyebrow raised as if to dare him to continue. He huffed, muttering something about birthday's being a curse, and I leant down to help the other guy up, finally catchin...
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12 years later...
Anastasia's POV
I could hear them from a mile away.
"What if mum thinks we're dead?!" whispered Toby, and both Elijah and Nora shushed him harshly, their feet sticking out from the table.
"Mummy is too smart for that, To-To," said Lucy, and I smirked, leaning against the kitchen island.
"Oh what will I do! I can't find my children anywhere!" I cried, completely dramatising the situation. I heard shuffles under the table, and knew Toby and Lucy were just itching to hug me. They were quite empathetic sometimes.
Nora and Elijah on the other hand were headstrong and looked out for their younger siblings, their emotions only relevant when necessary.
Quinn walked into the kitchen and I pointed under the dining table, bringing my other finger up to my lips. He nodded and quickly kissed my lips before copying my previous actions.
"Oh dear Lucifer! If my children are gone, I guess I'll have to adopt!"
That did it.
Toby and Lucy ran out from under the table and jumped into our arms, Toby's legs wrapped tightly around my waist. "I'm here mum, don't get another kid, three siblings is enough for me!" he shrieked, as Lucy clutched onto Quinn's shirt, her tiny fists gripping his shirt like there was no tomorrow.
Soon enough, my last two children emerged from under the table, their wild hair untameable. Elijah and Nora had both inherited my long brown curls, whilst Lucy and Toby had been blessed with Quinn's silk like black locks.
A year after our wedding, I had fallen pregnant with Elijah Zander Walker, named after the two American boys who had constantly hit on me when I was younger. Though I had despised the two, they had died only a few weeks before Eli's birth, protecting the women in one of their clubs after a drive-by shooting, and I knew I wanted to honour their memory.
Our second child was Nora Luella Valerie Walker, named after Quinn's grandmother, mother and my nonna. Quinn had expressed how his grandmother had been an absolute saviour to his mother years before, and the name was perfect for our little girl. She had just turned nine, and was a bundle of crazy.
Then, we had Tobias Jett Walker, the quietest 7 year old I had ever come across. He was the top of his grade, and had skipped a level already, with a promising future ahead.
And finally, Lucy Hope Walker, our little miracle baby. I had gotten quite sick when I was pregnant with her, and she was born from an emergency c-section 8 weeks early, nearly killing us both. She was 5, and was clearly my nonno's favourite, always getting picked up by him when he visited.
"Is Uncle Charlie and Aunt Maggie coming by with Margot and Ethan tonight mum?" Elijah asked, and I shook, unpacking the groceries I had just brought.
