The dinner had been fantastic, a huge meal with three types of pastas, turkey, steamed vegetables, pretty much anything edible he could find in our fridge and cupboards. Everyone had a good time too. We all laughed and had lots of fun, the team and Elizabeth cooing over the babies and Emily actually getting along with her mother. That was the biggest surprise of all. At the end of the meal we all raise our glasses, Emily's the only one with water instead of alcohol. Rossi stands, "To the Prentiss-Hood family."

"To the Prentiss-Hood family," everyone else repeats.

Emily has a glimmer in her eye as she speaks up, "And to friends." The babies start wailing and everyone laughs.

….

15 years later….

"Mom, have you seen my boots? The black ones," Morgan calls from the kitchen to Emily who is leaning against me reading a book.

She rolls her eyes and calls back to our daughter, "check by the door Morgan."

I chuckle as I hear the "thanks" being called from the hall. Emily looks up at me, "what are you laughing about? She gets her finding skills from you."

I kiss her forehead and nudge her away from me before getting up. "That's why I've kept you around all these years, sweetie." I wink at her scowl. I stand in the doorway looking towards Emily and reach my arm into the bin on the other side of the wall. I grin at her as my hand finds the object I'm looking for. I watch her eyes widen as she realizes what I'm grabbing. I pull it out and hold it in front of me, training it on her, "Stand slowly, with your hands in front of you." She does so and takes a couple steps towards me. "Uh no, I don't think so stay where you are." She freezes.

We stand at a stalemate for a few seconds, sizing each other up. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement and watch as Morgan enters the room, her own weapon in front of her, "Drop the weapon!" She shouts. Emily grins as Morgan tosses her a second Nerf gun. With both trained on me I raise my hands slowly.

"You heard her, drop your weapon!" Emily says inching closer. "Do it now." I know what I've got to do. I dive behind the wall and hear the two guns release their bullets. The bullets hit the wall but I'm already down the hall jogging towards Jackson's room.

I hear Emily and Morgan's feet thudding down the hall and quickly shut the door, "Jackson, grab your Nerf gun. War has been declared." I watch as Jackson jumps up and goes over to his desk drawer grabbing his gun and some extra bullets.

"I bet you started it dad," he laughs.

"Shh," I hush him. "We need a plan."

Jackson got the gleam in his eye as he explains what we need to do, "Got it?" he asks.

"Yup," I nod.

Jackson takes my gun and opens his door a smidge. "Hold your fire!" He calls.

He checks and when they don't shoot he opens it wider. He holds my arms behind my back and I grab my gun without the girls seeing. "I'm on your side today." He says.

The girls give each other identical raised eyebrow looks, "Do you believe them?" Emily asks Morgan whose gun is trained on her brother.

"Not for a second," She replies. They grin at each other as they each let a bullet fly. We don't have time to move before they hit us; Jackson in the arm and me right in the forehead.

"Hey," I say indignantly. Staring up at the bullet and going cross-eyed I say, "No head shots."

Emil walks over and kissing my cheek, plucks the dart from my forehead, "oops." But the smirk on her face gives her away.

Morgan starts walking back down the hall and calls over her shoulder, "I'm glad I'm going out since the boys are cooking. Last time they burned macaroni."

Emily laughs as she follows our daughter into the kitchen. Jackson and I share a look and walk into the kitchen as well. Morgan is popping the top of a ginger ale open and sets it on the table, sitting down with it.

"What time are you going to Brenda's?" Emily asks Morgan sitting down beside her.

"Around four but we'll be going to the mall before heading over to her house," Morgan answers. "Her mother knows, don't worry. She's the one driving us."

Emily grins "I'm so glad you're smart." Morgan and Jackson share a look and roll their eyes. "You remind me too much of your name sake sometimes it's not even funny."

Morgan's eyes light up, "When is Uncle Derek coming for a visit? We haven't seen anybody from D.C in a while."

Emily and I share a look and I grin before answering, "Actually that's what we wanted to talk to you guys about. Your mother and I were talking and we've decided that we are going to go to see everyone there for the summer. Uncle Dave is letting us stay in his Rossi mansion."

Morgan and Jackson share a high five, "Yes!"

Emily chuckles, "even after all these years it's still weird to hear him called Uncle Dave. Oh and you guys can also each bring a friend."

"Brenda!" Morgan says at the same time Jackson says, "Steve."

Emily and I share a laugh, "Okay well I'll go call Rossi, I mean Uncle Dave, and let him know, we're leaving on Monday."

"Okay," they say in unison.

"Well," I say, they look at me expectantly. "Go pack your stuff!"

They scurry off into their rooms and I chuckle when I hear their doors slam shut.

I sit down in Morgan's vacated chair and rub my eyes. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up; it's Emily.

"You okay?" She asks sitting down beside me.

"Yeah, perfect, but they're just getting so big. It's like just days ago they were newborns and could fit in my arms." I admit pulling her in for a hug.

Wrapping her arms around me she answers, "They'll always be our little angels. No matter how old or big they get. You know that right?" I nod.

"Now," she says pulling away and giving me a stern look. "Let's go pack our stuff." We share a smile and get up from the table heading to our room to pack our stuff. Life was turning out just swell.

A/N: So I'm thinking this is going to be the last chapter, unless I can be convinced otherwise to continue it. It was fun writing this story that started as a one-shot and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Tata for now, Ali