"King Brady…can stay."

"Oh!" Mikayla jumped on Brady, clinging to him.

Brady closed his eyes with relief as he inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist.

"Oh, man this is great!" Boomer exclaimed, joining in on their hug.

"Thank you, Elders." Mason shook each of their hands. "Thank you so much."

"If you truly are worthy of being a king, Brady." They said to him. "Then now is the time to prove it." They gestured to the doors.

Brady, Boomer, and Mikayla grew confused. Brady let go of Mikayla and walked over to the doors, pushing them open and being greeted by the people of Kinkow.

The crowd cheered as soon as they saw him, having actually missed their king.

Boz came out of the crowd with a smile on his face. He spread his arms out wide and gave his brother a hug. "Man, I knew you'd be staying."

"Boz." Brady gasped, hugging him back. "Why…?"

Boz pulled away from the hug and patted his shoulder. "Kinkow missed their favorite king."

"Favorite king?" Brady questioned.

"Favorite king." Candis confirmed, emerging from the crowd. "I let them know you were back and that the Elders were trying to make you leave again. Once they heard you were here, they rushed right over."

"Thank you, Candis." Mikayla walked past Brady to give her best friend a hug.

The three bothers stood next to each other and looked at their people. They smiled once they realized it was going to be the greatest time of their lives. Ruling with each other and changing the lives of people who looked up to them would surely make their parents proud.


Six Years Later

"I'm nervous, Boom." Brady fumbled with his tie.

"Don't be." Boomer patted his back. "Everything will go great."

"Yeah." Boz stood behind them. "Trust me, it's going to be perfect."

"Ugh, man." Brady wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "I can't do this."

"Yes, you can." Boomer reassured.

"King Brady?" Mason walked in to the Brady's room. "Are you ready?"

"I think I'm going to be sick." Brady shuttered.

"Come on." Mason put a hand on his shoulder and guided him out to the throne room.

"Mason, are you sure there's no um-."

"Quit stalling." Mason said, stopping Brady right in front of the double doors. "You're the one who asked, remember?"

"Of course I remember!" Brady sighed heavily. "I can do this." He nodded, trying to prepare himself.

"Well, go." Mason pushed him through the double doors.

Brady walked up to the Elders and nodded. He stood with his hands overlapped in front of him, occasionally rubbing them together.

He looked out at the crowd of people, catching sight of his aunt Nancy and smiling at her. She wiped a tear from her eye and smiled back at him, mouthing how proud she was of him and his brothers.

The music started playing and Brady snapped upright, feeling like he was going to throw up.

Brady watched the beautiful girl walk down the aisle in a gorgeous white gown and a veil over her head.

It seemed like forever until she finally reached him. He pulled the veil over her head and beamed at her.

The Elder cleared his throat and began with, "We are gathered here today…"

An hour later, Brady laughed as he watched his aunt Nancy pull Boz and Boomer out of their seats to dance with her.

"Brady." He heard someone whisper.

He turned and kissed the person. "What is it?"

"Nothing." She smiled at him. "Everything's amazing."

"Good." He laughed. "I love you, Mikayla."

"I love you too." She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Baby girl, will you dance with your dad?" Mason smiled down at his daughter and held his hand out.

"Sure, daddy." Mikayla took his hand and was led out to the dance floor. She swayed with him to the slow song. "I can't believe it." She smiled. "I'm married…to Brady."

Mason laughed lightly. "I don't think he believes it either. I'm glad it's him, Kayla, I really am. He really has become a great king."

"He has." She smiled in her husband's direction. "He really fought for us, daddy. He was going to walk away from me four years ago, from all of us, so you and I can stay."

"I know, sweetheart. I don't regret going against the Elders to have Brady stay. I couldn't imagine you being unhappy for so long."

"May I cut in?" They heard, making them turn.

"Yes, you may." Mason smiled at Brady and walked away from the couple.

"Mrs. Parker." Brady laughed, taking Mikayla into his arms.

"Mr. Parker." Mikayla giggled. "I see your aunt Nancy's enjoying herself."

"Yeah." Brady snickered. "I'm just really glad she's making Boomer and Boz dance with her and not me."

Mikayla laughed with him and let it slowly die down. "Brady…I should tell you something."

"What is it?" He held her closer and sighed with content.

"I'm…I'm pregnant."

Brady stood frozen. "W-What?"

Mikayla pulled back slightly. "Brady?"

"That's…wow." He breathed out heavily, letting it finally sink in.

"I-."

"That's amazing!" He was suddenly filled with joy as he lifted her up and spun her around.

"Ah!" She screamed. "Brady!"

"Brady Parker, put her down, boy!" Aunt Nancy scolded him, walking up to them.

"Sorry, aunt Nancy." Brady couldn't stop smiling, putting Mikayla back on her feet and kissing her.

"So, you told him?" Aunt Nancy grinned at Mikayla, who nodded eagerly. "Oh, good!" She hugged Mikayla tightly.

"Thank you, aunt Nancy." Mikayla smiled brightly. "Now…to tell my dad."

"Oh, you leave that to me." Aunt Nancy laughed and walked away.

"Oh, your dad is going to kill me." Brady panicked.

"No, he won't." Mikayla laughed and wrapped her arms around him. "We're having a baby, Brady. How exciting is that?"

"Very." He leaned his forehead against hers.

"BRADY!" They jumped away from each other.

"I'm gonna die." Brady gulped.

Mikayla smiled and pushed him towards her dad lightly.


Not sure if I'll make a sequel with their child or not. In case I do, can you guys give me some boy and girl names and ideas on what you think should happen? (: