Epilogue - Remy
Ten Years Later
“Places everyone.” Blair claps her hands to get our seven children's attention. It's family picture day, something Blair has us do every three months. Blair hires a professional photographer and everything. Today’s setting is our backyard. It rained a little last night, so we’re avoiding the muddy areas.
The older boys groan as our twin girls twirl in their white dresses, because today's picture color of clothing is white.
My brothers and I have kept Blair pregnant almost every year since we met her.
Our first son was born with a cleft palate like mine, but thanks to our resources and early intervention, his scar is barely visible.
He’s also never been teased and is the star goalie on his junior hockey league team—thanks to all the lessons from his ‘aunt’ Lenni.
“Are you sure white was the best choice?” Charlie holds up our four-month-old son, who has a little smile on his face, as a suspicious-sounding noise comes from his bottom.
“It will be fine,” A smirk crosses Blair’s face as she nods to the kids. “Ready, kids?”
“Ready, Mom!” they shout in unison.
“Ready, set, go!” Blair yells as she bends down, grabbing something from the ground. The children scatter, also reaching for the ground.
It isn’t until a glob of mud lands on my white shirt that I realize what is happening—we are having a mud fight to show that perfect lives can be a little messy sometimes.
The children scream and yell, launching the mud balls at each other. Even the girls aren’t afraid to get dirty as they throw mud at Brant. The photographer even joins in since he’s used to our crazy photoshoots.
After twenty minutes of the mud fight, we all settled down and let the photographer snap a photo that would become our favorite one ever, as it shows the loving, carefree side of our family thanks to Blair and her love for the three of us that has spilled over to our children.
-The end-