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Epilogue

Third Person POV

Looking back over the last twelve years, Andrew couldn't have asked for a better life. He had followed Olivia's advice and had gone to college right alongside Olivia, both attending the University of Washington. Now, he taught choir and band at Forks High School while Olivia had surprised everyone by becoming a registered nurse and had gotten a job working at Forks Hospital.

No one had thought she would ever go into the medical field, especially since math and science weren't exactly her strong suits in high school, but she did and was one of the best young nurses in the hospital. Andrew and Olivia were married shortly after they graduated college, a little ahead of when they planned, because a little surprise had come along.

"Daddy!" a small voice called and Andrew turned away from checking the roast that had been slowly cooking in the crockpot on the counter since Olivia turned it on. Although he'd done this at least five hundred times before, Olivia had left instructions for him before she left for her shift at the hospital that afternoon and he made sure to follow them as far as dinner was concerned. He put the lid back on the crockpot and smiled as his seven year old daughter, Penelope, came racing into the kitchen of their modest two story house, her long dark ponytail swinging behind her head.

"What's going on?" Andrew asked as she came to a quick stop in front of him and took hold of his much larger hand before tugging.

"You gotta see what Mikey's doing!" she said and Andrew's eyes widened before he scooped his daughter up from the floor and raced into the living room where he had left Penelope and his four year old son alone for a minute so he could check the roast.

Fearing the worst, he let out a relieved sigh when he saw his son running around the living room with a blanket tied around his neck imitating the superhero in the cartoon playing on the television. Penelope giggled and wiggled to get down from her father's arms. Chuckling, Andrew lowered Penelope to the floor and she joined her brother in fighting the invisible bad guys taking refuge in the living room. He crossed his arms over his chest and just watched his children run around for a minute as a lopsided smile made its way across his lips.

Penelope looked so much like Olivia it was a bit frightening and though Michael looked a lot like him he could still see his wife in the way his son smiled. When Olivia had told him she was pregnant with Penelope, he'd been both thrilled and scared out of his mind at the same time. Scared because he had no idea if he was going to be a good and scared because they weren't married yet and Paul and Olivia's brothers were likely to maul him. Thankfully, he had remained in one piece when they shared their news with their families and three weeks later they were married in a small ceremony in the backyard of Olivia's parents' house.

Olivia's pregnancy with Penelope had not been an easy one and for the last four months of it Olivia was on strict bed rest orders. When Penelope was born, he had almost lost both of them because of complications that had arose during the delivery. Thankfully, he hadn't lost either one of them and Penelope had grown up healthy. Other than being a little small for her age, there was nothing wrong with his little princess and he thanked God every day for that.

Michael had been as much of a surprise to the couple as Penelope, especially since they were told that the complications Olivia had suffered through her first pregnancy would likely cause infertility in the future. Thankfully, Olivia's pregnancy with Michael had been normal with little to no complications other than serious morning/all-day sickness for the first five and a half months. He wouldn't trade his life with anyone else, not for all the money in the world, because he truly was happier than he ever thought possible. The phone ringing in the kitchen brought him out of his revere and he uncrossed his arms and smiled at his kids one more time before he went into the kitchen where the cordless phone rested on the counter.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey," came Olivia's voice on the other end, bringing the smile back to Andrew's face.

"Hey yourself," he said. "How's work?" he asked and she sighed quietly.

"Surprisingly calm," she said evenly. "A little dull really. How are the kids?"

"They're fine," he said as he sat down on one of the tall stools that were lined up at the island in the kitchen. "They're playing super heroes right now and defeating the dark forces lurking in the living room." Olivia laughed and he grinned at the sound. "Are you on break?"

"Yeah, just thought I'd call to make sure the house was still standing and if Pen finished her homework," she said and Andrew chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes to both even though Pen complained the whole time because it is Friday," he said and he heard her laugh once more. The talked for a little while, Andrew's attention split between Olivia's voice and the laughter of their kids in the other room; until she sighed heavily.

"Well, I've got to get back to work," she said. "I should be home around midnight, same as always."

"All right, baby," he said, "and don't worry about the kids you know I got everything under control."

"I know," she said. "Love you."

"I love you too," he said and with that they ended their conversation. With another look at the roast cooking and checking the potatoes he had thrown in the oven, he made his way into the living room where Penelope and Michael effectively recruited him to join them in their battle against evil.


After giving both Penelope and Michael a bath and making sure they brushed their teeth, he tucked them into bed. He had had every intention of waiting up for Olivia so he could actually see her before she crawled into bed that night, but after a long day he had dozed off on the sofa while watching some mindless program on TV. However, he woke up to feather like kisses along the right side of his neck and along his jaw, and as he slowly opened his eyes he grinned when he saw Olivia's face come into view.

"Hi," she said in a whisper and he smiled before he raised his right hand to the side of her face and pulled her lips to his. She let out a surprised squeak against his lips and as he kissed her, he found his wife in his lap after she lost her footing and fell into him with her right arm going around his shoulders. He pulled his lips back and smiled as she looked at him with a slightly dazed expression before she grinned. He kind of liked that even after thirteen years together he could still take her breath away, just like she did his.

"Hi," he said back earning a soft chuckle from the woman in his lap. "What time is it?"

"Quarter after twelve," she said. "Why aren't you in bed?" she asked as the fingers of right hand played in his short hair.

"I wanted to wait up for you," he said with a smile. "It feels like I haven't seen you all week."

"You saw me yesterday," she said.

"For like five minutes," he said before his right hand settled on her thigh and he squeezed it gently.

"Well, I have the entire weekend off," she said as her left came to rest on his chest.

"You do, huh?" he asked and she nodded her head.

"I switched weekend shifts with Candace a while ago because she has her sister's wedding next weekend," she said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked and Olivia smiled.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she said, "and Mom said she'd have no problem watching Pen and Mikey this weekend." Andrew's eyebrows rose while Olivia's smile grew as her left hand went from his chest to the side of his face. "I'm taking them over there in the morning, so, you and I will have the entire weekend; until Sunday dinner at my parents' anyway; to ourselves."

"I can't remember the last time we had that much time on our own," he said with a grin and she laughed before she kissed him tenderly.

"Maybe we could get an early start tonight, hmm?" she asked in a whisper as her forehead was pressed against his.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked, his hand slowly moving up her thigh to rest on her hip.

"Not really," she said as she kissed him again. He sighed against her lips before he shifted slightly and scooped her up into her arms, making her laugh as she broke the kiss. It was then that he noticed she had turned off the television and only one light was on in the room, and it was the one controlled by the light switch by the stairs. "I take it you're wide awake now?" she asked and he grinned.

"Bright eyed and bushy tailed," he said and she laughed softly again.

"You do have a bushy tail, don't you?" she teased and he rolled his eyes before he kissed her and tightened his hold on her as he started walking towards the stairs.

"Ha ha," he said dryly in a whisper so he wouldn't wake up the kids. "You want to turn off the light?" he asked and she chuckled quietly before she let go of his shoulder and turned off the light. Andrew carried her up the stairs and into their room, pausing long enough for her to turn on the light and turning so she could close the door. Once that was settled he carried her over to their bed and literally tossed her onto the mattress.

She laughed quietly as she settled on the bed and Andrew's body covered hers. With his left hand supporting his weight above her, he reached out with his right hand and pulled the tie from her now shoulder length hair, freeing the dark auburn locks. He ran his fingers through her hair before he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, they reacquainted themselves with each other.


"Enjoy your weekend?" Harper asked her daughter when she and Andrew made their way into their house that Sunday evening and Olivia smiled at her mother as Andrew closed the door behind them.

"Very much so," Olivia said and Andrew chuckled before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her exposed neck, making her blush while Harper chuckled. "Were the kids good?" Olivia asked and Harper nodded.

"Braden and Willa came early and Pen is completely in love with her littlest cousin while Mikey is playing with the boys," Harper said and Olivia smiled.

"Where is Willa? I want to see how big Emma's gotten," Olivia said and Harper laughed before she pointed behind her.

"They're in the backyard with your father who's refusing to let Brandon man the grill even though he and Lily brought the meat for today." Olivia laughed before she disappeared through the kitchen and Andrew chuckled as he looked at his mother-in-law.

"Thanks for watching the kids for us this weekend, Harper," he said and the older woman smiled up at him. "It was nice."

"I love having them over, Drew, so, all you two have to do is ask," she said. "Come on, let's join the others." Andrew nodded and the pair made their way outside. It was September, so there was a faint chill in the air, but with a fire burning in the fire pit it was comfortable in the crowded Lahote family backyard. Andrew and Harper parted ways once they were outside, and Andrew joined Olivia, Willa, and Braden who were sitting at one of the picnic tables set up.

Brandon and his wife Lily had brought their boys, Logan and Travis, with them as usual while Willa and Braden brought their son Ryan and their four month old daughter, Emma. Alex was solo to the family dinner, but only because his girlfriend and imprint, Iris, was in Seattle for the weekend visiting her family. Andrew's parents were there along with DJ and Grace and their three kids; Cason, Lola, and Jordan. The only people missing were Lucas, who lived and worked in Boston with a small family of his own; and Sadie, who was in L.A.

Andrew watched Olivia play with Emma who was settled in her lap and smiled as the little girl giggled as she looked up at her aunt. If they were lucky enough to have another baby, Andrew certainly wouldn't mind and he knew Olivia would have no problem with it. She was a complete natural when it came to kids. He looked away from his wife and around the yard once again, just taking everything in. All the kids were playing, the adults chatting, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

Life was good. Of that there was no doubt.

The End