Five Men and a Baby

Epilogue

You have no idea how sorry I am about how long this has taken me, nor about how glad I am this story is finally over.

I loved it at first but now I find it so difficult to write, which is kinda sad actually. I don't think it helps that I'm much less of a fan now than I was before.

Also this was originally going to be the wedding but then...no. It just didn't happen haha.

And I really don't know what happened with this chapter, the way I've written it is simply awful and I have no idea why. Like, seriously, what is format? Time sequencing? Flow? English? Writing?

Sorry.

Enjoy.

Maybe.

- Phoebe x

Epilogue

~Twelve Years Later~

“Oh my God, mum, why?” Lana looked up to see her eldest daughter, Clover, holding up a denim-style dress with a look of distaste on her face.

“What?” Lana frowned, confused. “I thought you’d like it.”

“It’s...denim.”

Oh! Of course! Denim! She should have known!

Lana sighed, attempting not to sound too, well, mother-like.“What’s wrong with denim?”

“I think what you really need to ask is ‘what’s right with denim?’.” Clover replied, handing the dress to her with a small, apologetic, giggle. “Maybe when you were a teenager it was, like, good for the environment and stuff, but it’s not exactly in fashion now.”

“Alright, alright, enough with the old jokes.” Lana took the dress and folded it up, making a mental note to pack it away for Katie, her youngest, when she was big enough. “If I’m not allowed to pick clothes then you need to start packing quickly; we leave tomorrow, remember?”

“Right, right, sure.” Clover immediately produced her phone and began texting, leaving Lana at a loss as to what to do. Deciding in the end that her daughter liked clothes too much to leave any behind, she left the room and instead visited the one across the hall that her son, Jamie, slept in.

“Jamie?” She knocked on the door. “Are you up yet?”

Somewhere from the depths of the pit that was her teenage son’s room there was movement.

“Sure, mum.” There came a groan and a rustle as Jamie sat up in bed, shirtless and his brown hair tousled as he regarded her sleepily. “I’ve been up for hours.”

“Packed, are we?” Lana raised an eyebrow at him because, of course, he wasn’t. Typical.

“Of course.” She could practically see him falling asleep before her.

“We’re leaving in two hours, be ready before then, please.”

“Yeah.” There was muffled thud as he allowed himself to fall back onto his mattress and Lana rolled her eyes. They would never get going at this rate.

“La la la la la-”

Well. Maybe Katie would. Unfortunately she was only seven so driving herself to the airport would be rather difficult.

Lana walked down the stairs and into the living room to see her youngest daughter, dressed like a fairy no less, skipping around the kitchen table where her father sat drinking coffee and looking increasingly like he was about to throw his mug at the wall.