About a year later:

"Why do I have to go?" Nessa complained.

"Because the law says you have to go preschool, honey," Toby replied. He planted a kiss on top of his daughter's head before picking her up and beginning to head out the door. Happy followed with Kieran in her arms. Kieran was a much quieter and calmer baby than Nessa ever was. There was always less crazy when they were talking care of him.

"He doesn't have to go," The Nearly three year old complained. Her jet-black hair was neatly braided into two dutch braids that Toby had learned how to create by watching youtube videos. She was wearing a floral dress, something Paige had picked out, and a denim jacket.

"That's because he's still a baby," Happy countered. She carefully brushed a hand through her son's medium brown curls. She was always gentle with him. He was so quiet that she wasn't always sure how to take care of him, but she always did her best. "Are you a baby?"

"No, but I-" Nessa started to whine.

"Then it's settled. You're going to school, and who knows. You might even like it. "

Three years later:

"Mommy," Kieran tried to get his mother's attention quietly. They were all gathered in the garage before school. Paige had decided that they would take turns driving the twins and Kieran and Nessa.

"Mommy, don't forget I'm going home with Jessica today," Nessa shouted over him.

"Nessa, Mommy is super smart," Toby assured her. "And trust me she doesn't forget anything. Even when you really want her to." Nessa was turning out to be more like Toby every single day. No, Happy was spared of the psychobabble from her six year old, but she was loud and outgoing.

"I won't forget. I promise," Happy swore. She then turned to face her youngest child. He wasn't as small as he used to be, but he was just little enough that she could scoop him up without too much trouble. She was pretty sure he hadn't inherited his height from her. She took him into her area of the garage and sat down with him on her lap.

"What's up, honey," She smiled.

"I'm scared," He frowned.

"What are you scared of?" She question. She pushed a long brown curl out of his eyes. She probably should have gotten his hair cut at some point, but she couldn't bear to see those beautiful curls that she loved so much on the floor of some barber shop.

"What if I don't make friends?" He teared up a little, and she cuddled him into her chest. She rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Of course you'll make friends, baby," She promised.

"But I don't know how," He muttered. "I'm not like Nessa."

"No, you're not like Nessa and that's ok," She reasoned. "I like to think you're like me."

"I am."

"Well, I made friends, so you can too," She lifted him up and took him by the hand. They started to walk back out so that she could drive all the kids to school. Or so that Toby could drive. Happy's driving was deemed slightly too dangerous. "Besides, Sean and Megan will always want to be your friends. We'll always have friends here, Kieran. Let's go."

Eight years later:

"Dad, I think I can attend an eighth grade dance without you worrying," Nessa rolled her eyes.

"I'm not worried about the dance," Toby placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh boy," Happy muttered. Kieran sat beside her observing the situation unfolding.

"I'm worried about the date," Toby continued.

"We're just going as friends, Dad," Nessa argued. She was about to go upstairs to get ready for the dance.

"I'm the best damn shrink in the world," He wrinkled his nose. "Everything you just told me was a lie."

"But you like Dean," Nessa shouted.

"But I don't care," Toby retorted.

"Ok, ok," Happy interrupted. "Nessa, you go get ready. Kieran, you go and play on your xbox. Your dad and I are going to have a little chat." Happy waited until the kids exited the kitchen before turning around to face Toby.

"Happy, I know you're going to say I'm overreacting, but I mean this is a big deal," He rambled before she could yell at him. "I mean come on! We hardly know her date, and she's just going to end up broken hearted for it, and damn it why did we have to create such a pretty child. If she were ugly, This wouldn't be happening. For the record, I blame y-" She cut him off by throwing herself against him and kissing him hard. When she pulled away, about a minute later. Toby shook his head and tried to catch his breath. "I don't understand."

"I think it's hot that you are so concerned about our daughter's safety," Happy smirked. "But, we don't need to worry."

"And why is that?"

"I signed us up to chaperone at the dance."

"I'm so glad I married you."

5 years later

"Dad, I need your help," Kieran looked at his father helpfully. Toby nodded his head in a way that said proceed. Nessa had gone off to college this year, but it was ok because she called them every night and she was only about an hour away so they could visit. She was studying fashion, which they weren't that pleased about, but they weren't going to stand in her way. "I need help figuring out how to ask this girl to prom."

"Which girl?" Happy questioned as she entered the room.

"Noone," He squeaked. She ruffled the six foot something boy's hair and chuckled.

"Megan Louise O'Brien," Toby answered. "Walter's going to die." Happy laughed along side him.

"How did you-"

"Please, kid, I am a mind reader."

8 Years Later

"We did good," Toby whispered in Happy's ear. She smiled back at him, and nodded in agreement. They were at Kieran and Megan's wedding. Paige was in tears over on the bride's side. Nessa was the maid of honor, and Sean was the best man. Sylvester was happily watching the ceremony.

"We did."

So, that's a wrap! Hey guys! Thank you for all the support I've been given on this story, and I promise I am moving onto work on some other fun things. I hope you guys are going to like it. It's been a lot of fun writing this, and I hope to continue with something else soon. As always, send me your ideas and let me know what you think