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March 18th, 2020


The future is never set in stone; no matter how impossibly unchangeable things might seem. My brothers and I are living proof of that.

"Come on, we're going to be late," I called down the hallway.

"Amelia," I heard Mason say in his most casual voice, "Tell your mother to relax."

"Mom, relax!" Amelia bellowed.

With a smile, I walked into my bedroom where Mason and Amelia were sitting on the bed cross-legged, playing patty cakes.

"You have got to be kidding me." Both Mason and Amelia looked up at the same time and it startled me how much they looked alike. She may have inherited my dark curls but she had his bone structure, nose and golden brown eyes. "We have lunch at Mom and Dad's in ten minutes and you're sitting in your underwear."

Mason looked down at his boxer shorts, barely visible under his blue shirt. "Oh, right, I should get dressed."

I rolled my eyes as I scooped Amelia off the bed and patted down the pink frills around her sleeves. "You look very pretty in that dress missy."

"I know," she replied and I laughed before setting her down. I looked around, panicking mildly. "Where's your brother, I thought he was in here."

"He's right there," she said, pointing to the ground behind the bed where Ethan sat grumpily, smacking his toy on the carpet.

"What's wrong little guy?" I asked as I picked him up and he just mumbled something unintelligible. Not that he could articulate much anyway, he was only one. I brushed my fingers through his light brown hair and he smacked gently at my hand, like Mason did when I tried to fix his hair.

Mason came out minutes later, his messy hair combed back and his shirt straightened over black jeans. "See, that didn't take too long."

"We're still going to be late," I pointed out as he took Amelia's hand.

He grinned at me. "Get used to it love. We're the Greybacks, we're always late."


"I think it's straight."

"It's not straight," muttered Kayla, as she attempted to hang the picture Alex had painted for her birthday. "Just a little more."

The picture slipped out of her grip and I leapt forward to catch it. She breathed relief as I slowly got up and put it on the couch. "Maybe we'll leave this till later."

She nodded and picked her bag off the counter. "Yeah, we're going to be late for lunch with your family."

I clasped her hand. "Are you alright? You seem a little stressed."

"Yeah I've just been….a little overworked lately."

I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed it. "Maybe you should take a break." I ran my finger over the shiny engagement ring. "I don't want a rundown fiancé."

She absentmindedly stroked my hair behind m ears. "Yeah it's just the kids at school can be pretty hectic."

Kayla taught at the same school that Alex did, except Kayla taught English and History and Alex was an Art teacher. It was how they became friends and how I met her. And how I thanked my lucky stars every day that I had.

I raised my head and placed the palm of my hand on her cheek. She turned into it and closed her eyes. "You look kind of pale," I commented.

"I…" She didn't finish the sentence because she bolted to the bathroom. Seconds later, she was noisily throwing up. I ran after her, pulling back her sandy brown hair from her face.

She reared her head up and went to the sink, turning on the tap to splash cold water onto her face. I rubbed her back. "Kay, are you feeling sick?"

She reached for the towel on the rack and wiped her face clean. She took a couple breaths before taking my hands. "This isn't how I planned on telling you," she indicated the fact that we were standing in the bathroom and she'd just thrown up, "but I'm pregnant."

Tons of things started to run through my mind. We were still young, we hadn't gotten married yet, we didn't have the money to support a child. But none of those things took away from the fact that I loved her and I loved our child already.

"Please say something."

Finally a smile spread across my face. "I would kiss you right now if you hadn't just thrown up."


I smiled as my mother took my son from me as soon as we stepped in the door. No 'hello Justin, how have you been Justin?' Just fawning over two year old Lucas. But I'd gotten used to the fact that I was second rate when I was with him. If I had to lose women, I was glad it was to him.

"Hi Mom, nice to see you too," I said sarcastically, kissing her cheek as her and Lucas made faces at each other. Lucas was a sucker for his Grandma.

She lifted her head and found my eyes and I placed the dessert I'd bought down on the counter. "Hey honey."

"We're the first ones here as usual," I commented, looking around the room and seeing no signs of my brother or sister. It was way too silent anyway; I usually heard Amelia and Ethan before I saw them.

"What else is new?" Harper muttered as she entered, laden with boxes full of prototype kids clothes from the fashion company she worked out. They were from the new line Harper designed herself and presents for Amelia and Ethan. I rushed to help her and she shot me a grateful smile.

Dad came in, a broad smile stretched over his wrinkled face. "Harper, good to see you." He wrapped her in a hug and I just stood there, arms outstretched.

"Ahem," I said, clearing my throat. "This is my family and yet I've been ignored by both parents in favour of my son and wife."

"That's because we're a lot cuter than you," Harper said with a grin, squeezing my cheeks and laying a kiss on me.

Suddenly, the whole room seemed to erupt in chaos but I knew better; it was only Alex. I felt a rocket cannon into my legs and bent down to pick up the dark haired missile. "Hey Amelia."

"Hey Unkie Justin," she said in her adorable voice.

"How's it going kid? How old are you now? Ten?"

"I'm only three," she said, holding up three fingers.

"Wow," I said, pretending to be amazed. "Say, why don't you go and pry Luke away Grandma and you two go play.

"Okay," she said, already wriggling out of my arms. I set her down and she bounded off over to Mom.

"Hey can I talk to you for a minute?" I turned as Alex laid a hand on my shoulder and jerked her head to the terrace. With a nod, I followed her tout here.


"What did you want to talk about?" he asked, leaning against the brick balcony.

I opened my mouth to speak but stopped short when the door opened. But it was only Max who stuck his head through the gap of the door before walking out and sitting on one of the deck chairs. "Mom and Dad said you guys were out here. What's going on?"

"Have you guys been having strange dreams lately? Experiencing déjà vu?"

Justin and Max glanced at each other and I saw their own conformation written all over their faces. "You have."

Justin nodded. "Kind of. I mean," he lowered his voice, even though we were outside and there was no way anyone inside could hear us, "I saw Emily the other day and I got these random flashbacks. She recognised me from college but she didn't know that we used to be – you know."

Max's eyes widened. "This guy walked into the substation the other day, asking if I'd like to turn it into a franchise. It was the same guy who basically bankrupted me so I gave him a flat out no. But isn't it weird how things from that other future keep finding us in our new one?"

I crossed my arms across my chest and bit my lip. Strange indeed.

After a while, I realised my brothers were staring at me, waiting for me to share my own story. I took a deep breath. "I saw Dean today."

Justin grimaced. "Did he talk to you?"

I nodded. Today had been a rather uncomfortable meeting. I had acted coldly towards him and he'd acted cavalier to the whole situation like he did with everything. Eventually he got that I didn't want to talk to him and left.

"It's not just Dean though. I have these dreams all the time about Hugh and when I was in prison and…." I trailed off as the three of us just sat there, staring into space.

"Today's the day you went back in time though, isn't it?"

I nodded. I didn't know if anything was going to happen today and I wasn't expecting it to either. But still I had to admit I was a little apprehensive.

"The flashbacks and the dreams will disappear after today." I didn't know how I knew that, I just did. "We'll always have that sense of déjà vu but the memories of that future won't be anything anymore after today. Time will have caught up with itself."

Justin had a smirk of sorts on his face as he stood up. "It happened. You found a spell to pass yourself off as intelligent."

I leaned back against my wand, conveniently in my back pocket where I'd grown to keep it, instead of in my boot. "Watch it brother."

The smirk grew to a grin as the door opened again and this time it was Mason. "Lunch is ready guys. Come and eat."

Justin and Max walked in first and I waited by the door with Mason to reach up a hand and twist it into hair. I pulled him closer and kissed him, eliciting a groan from Justin and hearing Max's voice, saying that he had an announcement and if Mason and I would like to stop making out, he could share it with us.

"We should go."

"Yeah," I murmured with a grin as he led us to the table, his hand firmly slipped in mine.


When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.


We could have let everything happen the way we saw it. We could have sat idly by and let it come true. But we fought hard to change it, we made this world possible.


And we deserve this happiness. We deserve to have loving families, to have our dreams become a reality because we earned it. We earned this future.