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A home.

And a love that could survive anything life threw at us.

Anything.

I couldn’t ask for a single thing more than I already had.

Well…

Five more babies wouldn’t be much to ask. Right?

Epilogue Three

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

“My mommy says I am the shit and my mommy is always right. — Ky

“It’s my turn, mom!” My youngest boy, Kyrin, screeches as he tries to snatch the globe from his twin brother, Kael’s hands. This is the tale of no end every time we decide to take a family vacation twice or three times a year. My husband had the brilliant idea of allowing our kids to spin the globe to decide where our next adventure is.

Just like our oldest, Ella, did so long ago.

Since we got married, we’ve traveled the globe from one corner to the other.

Japan, Spain, Egypt, you name it, we’ve been there.

Now that Sebastian has retired from politics and is focusing more on his business, on his way to becoming one of the richest men alive, we have more time to travel. There is no stopping him from conquering the world for his children. That is why he gave up politics and is working hard on creating our children’s legacy and empires instead.

Sighing, I put the spatula down and turn down the heat on the oven so Ellaiza’s birthday cupcakes don’t burn like the last time. Looking at my youngest, I can’t help the smile that takes over my face. While Ellaiza, Royal, and Kael are mini replicas of their father with their black raven hair. My littlest is all me.

Golden hair and emerald eyes.

His personality?

A hellish combination of his father and me.

The twins and Royal are eleven months apart, making them Irish twins.

Turning to Kael, my wildcard child, I smile as well because as much as I can’t stand half of humanity, my children will always get the best of me. Always.

Kael, like Ellaiza, has a full head of black curls and blue-gray eyes but a small button nose and full rosy lips that he inherited from me. Those are the only traits he got from me, and the rest? All his father. “Kael.”

“Yes, mother?” He smiles sheepishly at me. He’s the one that is always pushing my buttons, trying to defy authority at every turn. My reckless child.

Giving him a stern look, I try to suppress the smile that wants to take over my face when I see his top lip rising in a crooked grin, just like his fathers’. “You had your turn spinning the globe last time. It is your brother’s turn. Now, let go of it and say you’re sorry.”

Sebastian’s mini-me rolls his blue eyes, lets go of the globe, and grumbles and ‘I’m sorry’ to his twin before looking back at me with a grin. “Happy, mother?”

The sass on this kid…

“Ecstatic.” I ruffle his hair, and don’t miss the way Kyrin sticks his tongue out. “Now sit down and help me decorate your sister’s cupcakes.”

“Yes, mother.” My dark-haired hellion mutters, climbing on the stool while his twin, my ray of sunshine, hugs the globe to his chest, climbs up the stool, and whisper-yells, “I love you, mommy.”

Kissing his blonde hair, I whisper. “I love you, too.”

Then I turn to Kael, kiss his head the same way I did his brother, and whisper. “Je t'aime, Kael.”

My heart softens when he whispers under his breath. “Je t’aime, maman.”

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