This is the epilogue and yes it's pretty long because I wanted to introduce her little brother Leo who saved Alex's and Michael's relationship and of course I want you guys to see what her life is like now:)

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The doors to my office burst open and I wave goodbye to any hope of sending this email out tonight.

"Mom!"

I look up from my laptop, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes. "Yes Martin?"

"Ma and pops are here! They're driving up now!"

"Oh good," I say, suddenly more happy. I get up from my desk chair, powering down my laptop and setting it aside. "Get your younger brothers will you?"

Martin, my oldest son out of five, well six if you count the bun in the oven, rubs his chin awkwardly, something he picked up from his father.

"Well see the thing is," he trails off, giving me the same look before he tells me something he did wrong.

"You didn't keep an eye on them did you," I ask sternly. I don't really have to ask because I know what he'll say anyways.

"I just wanted to see if pops and ma were here yet," he whines, throwing his little arms through the air.

At age nine my eldest son lives to be in the wild, running and jumping and spending any second he can out in the woods surrounding our house. I can hardly keep an eye on him and I pray to Angela that the rest of my boys won't be the same but who am I kidding? They have their parent's spirits.

"You better not have let the others go out there too Martin," I scold, already running for the door so I can track down my other four sons.

Of course Thomas wouldn't be outside, he's just learning how to walk and I put him down for a nap not too long ago. Aaron, Bradley, and Bennett however, could be out there in the wilderness on their own right now. I sent Willa, our nanny home for the weekend since my family was coming up for a visit but now I'm beginning to think that it wasn't a very good idea.

"Of course not Mom," Martin reassures me, "I left them with Dad."

I breathe out a sigh of frustration. "You know you're father works during this time Martin. It's not okay to throw your three little brothers at him when he's trying to work."

"Sorry Mom," he apologizes, rubbing the toe of his shoe into the hardwood floors of the hallway.

"Come on baby," I throw an arm over his shoulder, "let's go greet the old pigs."

Martin's face instantly lights up and like always, he sprints down the hall and out the back door. "No running in the house," I say after him even though he's long gone. I swear that boy is going to become an Olympic athlete or an athlete of some kind because I don't think I ever really see him walk anywhere.

Life is just too slow for him I guess.

When I open the back door I see my husband of ten years walking up the pathway from his workshop farther into the woods. The five year old twins, Bennett and Bradley are on his back, acting like monkeys, literately. Aaron at seven years old strolls behind them with a large picture book hiding his face like always.

"Aaron watch out," I yell but it's too late.

He trips over a rock and goes face first onto the dirt road, book flying through the air. Before I can utter another word or before Michael can even turn around, he's jumping back onto his feet and yelling for everyone to hear, "I'm alright!"

I breathe a sigh of relief as he scrambles for his book even though I wasn't expecting anything less from him. My boys could fall off a cliff and they would still jump right up and brush it off as if it were nothing.

"When are your parents coming babe," Michael asks when he stops in front of me.

He reaches behind him to pry the twins off his back with an amused smile. I don't think there's anything in the world that Michael loves more than his sons which I'm completely content with.

"According to our own little Paul Revere, they're driving up now."

Michael looks down to Bennett and Bradley who are latching on to his legs and making ape sounds. "Why don't you guys play wolves now okay?"

The boys immediately agree and begin to chase each other around on the grass nearby, barking and growling.

"Where did Tarzan go anyways," Michael asks, looking around at the trees surrounding us.

Even though Michael named Martin after his brother, he still calls him Tarzan all the time which fits him pretty well.

"Probably making friends with a bear or running laps around the house. Who knows." I shrug.

The only reason I haven't had a heart attack already from Martin's tendencies to play in the woods is because I know there aren't any wild life around us and he's a smart boy. Reckless but smart.

We've moved from place to place since Michael and I became married, all within the areas of Alaska and Canada. Just like my dad told me so long ago, we both had to make sacrifices. I couldn't leave the company when I expected, especially when my little brother was on the way. So instead of living off the grid and leaving my family behind in New York, Michael and I had to agree on a simple cabin, already built with the necessities in Canada where I could fly to New York quickly if needed and where wifi was available so I could work from home. But then we had Martin so we needed a bigger house, then Aaron, then the twins, and once we learned that we were having a fifth kid, well we figured it wouldn't hurt to dig into that large fund of ours and use some to buy a nice and big house to fit our huge family. So far it's perfect and I don't see us moving again anytime soon.

I was afraid that when we moved here that Michael wouldn't like how big or fancy it was but he seems to love it just fine, especially since he has his very own shed not far off where he can be by himself and work.

Turns out, with years of practice Michael was able to own the same skill that his brother had, just on a bigger scale. He now builds fine and intricate furniture, everything from dressers to dining tables, to headboards, to chairs and sells it all over the world. His pieces sell for thousands of dollars or even million to those rich friends of my family's who are now retiring in mountains and want to furnish their new log style mansions.

A black SUV pulls up around the bend and Michael has to sprint into action before the twins can chase after the car like dogs. He pulls them up into his strong arms which are still as big as the day I met him.

Of course Aaron doesn't bother to look up from his book to see his grandparents but Martin comes running from the tree line with his shirt missing and dirt smeared on his face.

"I knew I called him Tarzan for some reason," Michael mumbles to me.

My mom is the first to jump out of the car from the passenger side. Her arms opened wide and her smile just as big. "Princess! Mike! Boys!"

"Ma!" All boys, including the book worm and the twin wolves run to her, nearly tackling her to the ground.

Martin though charges past her and runs around the car to swing open the driver side door. He literally jumps in and a second later I hear an 'oomph' that I know to well as my dad's.

A minute later my Dad slides out of the car, Martin hanging onto him like a leech. The boys attack their pop's while Martin finally says hello to my Mom. Then the back door opens and my twelve year old brother falls out, all skin and bones as tall as the Eiffel tower.

"Leonardo," I greet with a smile. My parents named him after my Dads father who is now reaching his age limit off an island in Greece with his wife.

It's not very often that I get to see my little brother since my Mom won't let him take time off from school so I run over to wrap him in my arms, missing him terribly. He doesn't reciprocate the action, instead he pushes away from me with a scowl and pushes past me and all his nephews into the house.

"What the hell was that," I question, cringing when he slams the door behind him.

My dad swings an arm over my shoulders and says, "He's hitting puberty I think. It's a hard time for him."

"I was never that bad was I?"

From the looks that my parents shoot me I know I was probably ten times worse as he so I let the subject drop. I usher everyone inside so we can begin to finish the last minute details of the meal. I leave the boys to set the table, Michael and dad to finish cooking the steaks, and I let mom wake Thomas up from his nap so she can take over Grandma duties for the night. I let Martin and Leo play outside since Martin, even though it doesn't seem like it, has been a major help since Willa is gone and Leo looks like he needs someone to hang out with. Of course all of his little nephews adore Leo like he's a god whenever they see him.

"Have you and Michael thought of a name for the little one," my mom asks as set the hot pan of asparagus on the counter.

She's holding Thomas in her arms as if he might slip through her fingers any second. I know how much she loved having a second chance of being a mother again after Angela. She adores Leo more than anything but I'm afraid she might coddle him too much. But I can't really blame her for her fears.

I rest a hand over my protruding belly, taking the time to rest. "We've had a few names in mind but we're not completely sure yet."

"I didn't name you until you were in your father's arms, did you know that?"

"You waited that long?"

She shrugs, her eyes falling back down to Thomas who is happily sucking on his pacifier. "We didn't think we would know what your name was supposed to be until we could actually see you."

"Alexandria," I whisper on my own lips. "How creative did you think you were by combining yours and dad's name?"

"Well actually no one knows this but I wasn't even thinking about me right then. I chose Alexandria because it was the female version of your father's name and I wished it would help you become like him."

"Did I?"

"Lord did you," she sighs with a frown, shaking her head back and forth.

"Be careful what you wish for Mom," I tease.

"Mom!"

Instinct takes over and I spin on my heel, my eyes immediately landing on Martin with blood gushing from his nose.

"Martin!" I run over to him, inspecting his nose quickly to see if it's broken. "What happened?"

"L-Leo," he sobs, "punched m-me."

"Oh god," my mom mutters behind me and already I know she's setting Thomas down to hunt down her son.

"Come over here," I usher him to the sink, "let's clean it up."

My boys might be able to brush themselves off after getting a scraped knee but I don't think a broken nose can compare to that, especially to a nine year old boy.

Martin continues to cry in pain as I wash the blood away from his face, which alerts not only his brothers who nearly scream at the sight of all the blood but Michael and my dad as well.

"We heard someone crying," Michael says as soon as he pushes open the back door, "Oh god Martin!" Michael runs to join my side, his eyes raking over his tear stained face in worry.

"What happened," my dad asks.

"Leo punched him," I mutter. This is the first time since Leo was born that I'm finally feeling that sibling anger towards him. I didn't even feel this way when he puked on my wedding veil when he was two or when he through my phone down the toilet when he was three.

"Where is he?"

"Mom's searching for him." I lean over to whisper in Michaels ear, not wanting to scare Martin. "I think it's broken. We need to get him to a hospital."

Michael nods his head, grabbing a dish rag nearby and instructing Martin to hold it to his nose as he picks him up and carries him to his truck outside.

Everyone trails behind, the little ones asking question after question, mainly if Martin is dying, and my dad is carrying Thomas is his arms, assuring us that we can leave and him and mom can look over the kids.

I don't ask him if he's sure, the man has turned a fairly large hotel chain into the largest in the world plus investing in multiple other things as well. He can handle a few boys.

Five hours later we arrive back home with the news that Martin's nose is in fact broken, but not just broken, shattered. We scheduled to have him go in for surgery in a couple days, until then he will have to be on many pain meds.

I shake my head as we pull up in front of the house. The sun has long since gone to sleep as well as most of my boys it looks like since their bedroom lights are turned off.

"Alex, it was an accident," Michael repeats for the hundredth time since I saw my eldest son standing in my kitchen, blood running like water fall down his face

"It was not an accident," I snap. "You heard what Martin said! Leo pinned him to the ground and wouldn't stop!"

My eyes dart down to Martin who's head is limp on my shoulder. The doctor had to give him some pretty heavy medication to help with the pain so he'll be out for the night.

"It's what boys do baby," Michael soothes. He pulls the key from the engine and we're left in silence, no horns blasting, or sirens wailing, or people yelling like in New York. Well I'm yelling.

"No boys tackle and wrestle but they do not shatter each other's noses!"

I open the door, jumping out and reaching over to pick Martin up as well. Michael stops me before I can. "You can't carry him Alex. Why don't you go inside and see how your parents are doing? I'll take care of him."

With a reluctant sigh I do as he says. I find my parents sitting at the breakfast nook in the kitchen which is clean of any traces of what happened tonight. I've observed my parents well enough since I was little to know what it looks like when they're having a serious conversation. This is one of those times.

My dad stands up as soon as he sees me, a worried look upon his face. "How is the little guy?"

"Shattered nose. He has surgery at the end of the week."

"Oh no," my mom says, and instantly tears start to fall down her face. "I'm so sorry honey."

"It's okay Mom," I assure even though I'm too tired to look her in the eyes. "It wasn't your fault." I wonder what kind of lies Leo told them. Did he tell them it was an accident? Did he tell them that Martin lied about the whole thing? "What did Leo tell you guys?"

My dad looks at me nervously, running a hand over the back of his neck. "He told us the truth."

I raise a brow. The truth could mean many different things. "Which according to him is what?"

"Martin asked him why he was so young if he was his uncle then Leo pinned Martin to the ground and punched him straight on."

"He owned up to it," I ask surprised.

"Leo is being punished for what he did. I assure you," my mom tells me.

"I'm sorry I left you guys to all the boys. I hope you didn't mind."

"Non sense." My dad says with a cheerful smile. "We almost burnt the back yard down and there was a massive food fight during dinner but everyone is alive and sleeping in their beds right now."

"Sounds like a normal day at the Warner household," I say truthful. "Well why don't you guys head to bed? I'm going to head up now. I promise tomorrow will be better."

My dad reaches over to kiss me on the forehead. "Goodnight Princess."

"Night darling," Mom calls after me.

Thirty minutes later I'm curled up under the warm sheets of our bed watching Michael as he crawls into bed beside me, his body still glistening with shower water.

"Crazy day huh," he murmurs into my neck. His hand travels down my body until it's resting on top of my enlarged belly.

I turn over onto my side so my back is pressed up against his front. "Normal day actually."

"You know it's all worth it," he whispers in my ear.

"What is?"

"The chaos, the fights, the hospital visits, the yelling, the little feet running down the hallway," he whispers tiredly. "I wouldn't want to have it any other way."

A smile finds its way onto my lips, just like it does every single night right before I fall asleep. "Me neither."

No matter how frustrated I get with five sons and being pregnant, I still wouldn't trade this life for the world.

Michael leans over to turn off the lamp before kissing the corner of my lips. His nuzzles his head into the crook of my shoulder then sings a lullaby for our little one that send me right to sleep after a long day.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

"You make me happy when skies are gray.

"You'll never know dear how much I love you.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

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