Not a beta'd chapter. But it's the epilogue. It finally came to an end. Hope you guys loved this story as much as I love writing it. Until the next one, xoxo.

ps: open to ideas for more multi-chapter fanfiction!

Epilogue

Chaos! That's the only word Oliver could find to describe what he found in the kitchen, that Monday morning. Children talking a mile a minute, a dog barking and cutlery dropping to the floor every five minutes! It was a complete mess and Oliver loved every second of it. Growing up as an only child made him a lonely boy, even more when his parents weren't home by morning. He didn't have anyone to talk to or play with. No one to play pranks with or to share typical children little secrets! He didn't have it, and he knew his wife didn't have it either. His brown orbs drifted from the mess his children were creating to his wife – his beautiful, smart, amazing and unique wife – who was calmly sipping on her coffee, with a warming smile on her lips.

Over the years, and even with two more pregnancies, Chloe got even more gorgeous than she already was. She could jump back to her pre-pregnancy shape in no time, making many women envious. She let her hair grown, now past her shoulders, with a straight cut and bangs. She was dressed for a day at the office in a thigh emerald green dress, very simple and it hugged her curves nicely, with black pumps and her charm bracelet.

"Morning, Sidekick," he greeted with a smile leaning down to kiss her softly. "Happy anniversary," Oliver whispered against her lips, kissing her again.

Chloe moaned into his mouth and cupped his cheek with her free hand. "Morning, Hero, and a happy anniversary for you too," she smiled, thinking that a decade of marriage passed by them in a blur of excitement, happiness, tears and laughs.

"What's with this?" he pointed at his back, while pouring some coffee into a cup.

Chloe sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "I give up trying to tame our children," she replied and he barked a laugh. "Seriously, you would think that waking up early, after Christmas vacation, would have them all grumpy and sleepy on their breakfast, but no, it has them fully reloaded."

Oliver looked behind his back. Connor, now thirteen, was being the helpful boy he always was, helping his sisters with their breakfast, while trying to eat his own. Let's just say he was getting frustrated and by the look on his green eyes, Oliver could see clearly what Connor really wanted – to throw his sisters' food at them! Matthew, the second oldest with six years, was sitting on a stool, holding Archer's chew toy way above the dogs reach. He was amused by having Archer jump up and down and not catching the toy. Emma and Olivia, the two year old identical twin girls, were giggling happily at their older brother misery. Pursing their lips together, they didn't allow the food to come into their mouths; instead, they were throwing the spoons to the floor, and slapping Connor's hands away.

"They are driving me insane," Chloe sighed, shaking her head and placing the now empty mug on the sink. "I can't get the twins to eat, I can't get Matty to stop antagonizing our really loud dog and I'm pretty sure Connor will have to change his uniform," she rubbed her temples.

Oliver bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. "Just another morning at the Queen household," he teased.

Chloe laughed whole heartedly. "I would enjoy a quiet morning once in a while, but I wouldn't change this. This was all I wanted while growing up," she said. "But tell me again, why four children?"

"We can't keep our hands to ourselves and we seem to forget protection…a lot," he snorted and she nodded.

Oliver finished his coffee and his mug joined Chloe's. He clapped loudly, startling everybody. "Alright, play time is over, we have only half an hour to get you all to school in time," he observed. "Matty, stop antagonizing the dog, please," he begged his second eldest.

Matthew dropped the toy, quickly snatched away by the big white dog.

"Good boy," Oliver smiled. "Connor, I appreciate you trying to feed your sisters but one more turned spoon and you'll have to change uniform," he pointed out.

"Why weren't you happy with only Matty and I?" he grumbled under his breath, dropping the spoon on the plate, and stepping away from his sisters messy high chairs.

"Daddy! Food," Emma called with a toothy grin, pointing at her plate.

"Food!" Olivia echoed clapping her hands.

"Finish your breakfast, boys," Chloe told her sons, while her husband, sat on Connor's previous seat in the stool in front of the high chairs.

"Mommy, why do we have to stay with Mia and Bart tonight?" Matty asked while picking up his spoon, to finish his cereal.

"Because Mommy and Daddy are celebrating their wedding," Chloe explained with a soft smile.

"What does that mean?" The six year old inquired.

"It means that Mom and Dad need adult time, Matty," Connor replied with ease. "I better not get another sibling from it!" he glared at his parents.

Chloe almost choked on her bagel and Oliver's body shook with laughter. With time, they've come to find out that Connor was not only smarter than your average toddler, but he actually had an eidetic memory. Something that they always tried to make him feel comfortable with, because there were days were he would come home from school, sad because he didn't know how to deal with being smarter than his friends. Eventually, he found his place, and Chloe was sure he was a little arrogant about being highly intelligent. But coming back to the point, Chloe felt extremely uncomfortable having her thirteen year old know what "adult time" meant.

"Don't worry, Connor, we're all good," Oliver replied with an amused grin.

"Good," Connor said before stuffing a spoon of cereal into his mouth.

"What's adult time, big brother?" Matty asked turning to his older brother.

Chloe and Oliver exchanged a nervous glance – they did not want to have the sex talk with their six year old. Connor didn't seem fazed with the question. "It's when Mom and Dad need to be alone to talk and be a couple," he replied with a shrug.

"Oh, you mean kissing?" Matty realized.

"Pretty much," Connor bobbed his head up and down.

"Why do you have to celebrate it every year?" Matty asked.

Oliver was about to answer, while feeding Olivia her last spoon, but Connor was faster.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" he said exasperated.

"Pot meet kettle," Chloe observed in a nonchalant voice.

Connor promptly ignored his mother.

"I'm curious?" It sounded like a question.

"Save it for school," Connor shook his head, picking up his empty cereal bowl, and jumping from the stool, he placed the bowl in the sink. "I'm this close to get the duct tape," he told his mother, while holding two fingers in a small distance from each other.

"You are a great older brother, Connor, and I'm very proud of you," Chloe said, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair.

Connor rolled his eyes. "You're going to be a big brother, they said, it's going to be fun, they said," he muttered while walking out of the kitchen to check if he had everything in his back pack.

Matty shuffled out of his stool, clumsily dropping his own bowl at the sink. "Connor, wait! I have a question," the six year old broke out in a run after his older brother.

The Queen couple couldn't hold it any longer and burst out laughing. The twins – that had no idea what the hell was going on – joined with their adorable giggles.

"We have the most amazing boys," Oliver said to Chloe with a heart melting smile.

"We did good," she said with a cheeky grin.

Each one picked a twin to hold. Chloe held Emma at her hip and Oliver held Olivia at his. "Let's get our little ladies dressed up for day care, shall we?" he said bouncing Olivia who giggled.

"Lub you, Daddy," the youngest – by three minutes – of the twins said, kissing her Dad's cheek.

"C'mon, or we're going to be late," Chloe smiled, kissing Emma's cheek. "Boys, be sure to have everything ready for school, ok?" she called out when they passed the living room to climb the stairs, and Connor was checking his and his brother's backpack.

"You don't have Math today, Matty, you have English and Arts, where's your arts supplies?" Connor asked while rummaging through his brother's back pack. "And why do I know your schedule better than you?" he asked at his younger brother and sighed. "Don't worry, Mom," he called.

Chloe smiled proudly. Her son was so grown up. It seemed like only yesterday she was a nineteen year old, receiving the news of an unexpected, unplanned, pregnancy.

"I dunno Con, maybe 'cause you're really smart," Matty replied.

"Get the art supplies," Connor said. "Mrs. McKinney hates it when someone doesn't have the right material."

"We got ourselves a wonderful babysitter," Oliver pointed out with a grin, as they entered the twins' nursery.

"He prefers the term 'responsible older brother'," Chloe corrected and Oliver laughed, knowing fairly well that; Connor would lecture them every time they called him babysitter, but it was fun to tease him. "What should we wear today, princess?" she tickled Emma.

"Purple dress," Emma said, bouncing on her Mother's arms, and pointing at the dress hanging in her closet.

"Daddy, yellow one," Olivia grinned.

"Sure thing, Miss Liv," Oliver smiled. "So, you take the girls to the day care and I drive the boys to school?" he asked while he set Olivia on her bed while he entered the girls closet to get the dresses.

"Sounds like a plan," Chloe confirmed, taking Emma's pajamas off of her and taking the purple dress from Oliver. "Mia is picking the girls up and taking them to their swimming lessons, while Bart is picking up the boys," she said while she dressed Emma.

"Did you tell him that Connor is restarting soccer today and Matty has his tennis lessons?" Oliver asked, smiling as he tickled Liv in her ribs. The little girl fell back in the cushions, giggling like crazy.

"Yes I did and he told me not to worry, they would not be late," Chloe replied, zipping Emma's dress and grabbing her black sandals from the closet, taking Liv's ones too. "Did you talk with the Principal, by the way?" She asked, handing Oliver, Liv's silver sandals.

"Yes, Matty is starting his music lessons next Wednesday; it's two times a week. Wednesday and Friday, so it doesn't clash with his tennis lessons," Oliver said.

It was a daily routine to talk about their kids' schedules. They were the parents and couldn't forget those kinds of things! Even though they got baffled some of the times! He ran a global organization and fought crime; she was the star reporter of the Star City Register, cousin of Lois Lane (Oliver thought of it like a third job) and helped him fight crime…yet, their children schedules got a lot more action than theirs.

"Is Connor really giving up on the chess club?" Chloe asked, braiding her daughter's hair.

"He says it gets boring to win every time," Oliver grinned at his wife, picking up a brush to ran through Liv's soft curls. "Besides, he wants to try other clubs, like the literature one or the mathematics one, he still hasn't decided."

"He told me that as soon as he can, he wants to join the school paper," Chloe said proudly.

"Shocking," Oliver mocked. "Our son, who is just like you, is interested in journalism."

"He's also into business and he has a lot more from your side of the family," Chloe shrugged with a smile.

"He's into a lot of things and yeah, it's true," Oliver replied with a cheeky grin and kissed Liv's forehead. "All done, love!" He told her tenderly.

"Like you are, princess," Chloe smiled at Emma.

"Mom, Dad, we're going to be late," Connor yelled from the living room.

"You get out at five, right?" Oliver checked with his wife, picking up Liv.

"If everything goes according to plan, yes, I'm free after five," she grinned.

"Good, I want to start celebrating as soon as you get home," he smiled cheekily at her, before stealing a kiss. The twins giggled at the display of affection.

"Mom! Dad!" Connor yelled again.

"We're going, buddy," Oliver called out. "C'mon before he has a fit," he teased and Chloe snickered.

"We're here," Oliver announced parking the car at the school's entrance.

It was a private school – one of the best in California – and while Oliver had a little bit of trouble convincing Chloe, that spending almost forty five thousand dollars (give or take) in annual tuition for each of their children was going to be worth it, she eventually allowed him to enroll Connor, and then Matthew, at the "ridiculous expensive school you are so adamant to put our kids in, what are the books made of? Gold?". Oh, how he loved her!

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up after school ok?" Oliver said and both boys nodded and grabbed their backpacks.

The three left the car, and like always, Oliver walked with them until the school gates.

"Now, tonight you have to be good to Mia and Bart, alright?" Oliver asked, crouching down so he could stare into his sons' eyes. "No disobeying orders! Can I trust you, Con?"

"Always, Dad," his oldest replied. "You and Mom have fun! I'm seeing Chuck and Peter, can I go?"

He was bouncing on his feet, eager to get to his friends.

"Give me a hug first," Oliver smiled and Connor happily complied, hugging his father tightly.

"See you tomorrow, Dad, and remember! No more siblings," Connor yelled while running towards his two friends.

"Don't forget to do your homework," Oliver threw back and Connor laughed, waving. "You'll be a big boy too, right Matty?"

"Yes, Daddy," he replied.

"Matty!" A child's female voice yelled from behind them and suddenly, Matty was tackled to the floor. Oliver chuckled. "Hi Matty!"

"Get off me, Rachel," Matty sighed.

The six year-old red head shrugged and got up, dusting her skirt! "Morning, Uncle Ollie," she said brightly.

"Good Morning, Miss Rachel," Oliver grinned at the little girl. "Where did you ditch your father?"

"Rachel," Oliver turned to see his best friend running to catch up with his daughter. Hal joined them, his breathing raged. "Young lady, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't run!"

"But Matty and Uncle Ollie were here, I wanted to greet them before the bell rang," Rachel frowned, and crossed her arms.

Oliver helped his son up, amused by Rachel that was the miniature of Tess Mercer, now Tess Jordan. Rachel had her Mother's flaming red hair, clear blue eyes but she was as stubborn and troublemaker as Hal was.

"No excuses," Hal huffed. "Morning Oliver, little bud!"

"Hi, Uncle Hal," Matty waved.

"Nice backpack, Lantern," Oliver snickered. "I can only imagine where did you pack your lunch," he teased.

Hal frowned before looking at his back, noticing the bright pink backpack, with the fairies his daughter was crazy about. "Ha ha, aren't you hilarious," he deadpanned before slipping the backpack off and helping Rachel put it on. "Have a nice day at school, sweetheart," he said kissing her forehead.

"I will Daddy," she smiled. "Ready, Matty? We have Arts first!"

"Even you know my schedule better them me," Matty sighed.

"Uh, it's the same one," Rachel said quirking an eyebrow.

"Right," Matty blushed before turning to his Dad. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Absolutely," Oliver said before Matty hugged his waist. "Don't forget to be a good boy and help your brother look after the twins, alright?"

"You can count on me, Daddy," Matty nodded.

"C'mon, we're going to be late," Rachel said before clasping her hand with Matty to drag him away.

"Rachel, let go of my hand," Matty whined.

Oliver and Hal exchanged an amused glance. "Those two," Hal muttered shaking his head. "So, ten years of marriage, how do you feel?" he asked.

"Old," Oliver snorted. "It seems like only yesterday I found out about being Connor's Dad. Time goes by so fast," he whispered.

"You are old," Hal pointed out snickering.

"Look who's talking! How's your leg? Need a cane?" Oliver teased.

"My leg healed just fine, thank you very much!" Hal scowled.

"Really? Is that why you couldn't keep up with your six year old?"

"Remind me not to give her sugar for breakfast," Hal rolled his eyes and Oliver laughed. "What are your plans for today?"

"Since Mia and Bart are keeping the children for the night, at their apartment, Chloe and I are enjoying a quiet and peaceful evening at our home," Oliver said with a warm smile. "It's been a while. Especially with the holidays and everyone inside the house, it's crazy."

"If my life at home its chaos with a six year old and a four year old, I can only imagine the Queen Manor with four children!"

"Can't say my life is boring," Oliver said before checking his watch. "But I can say your wife will bit my neck off if I'm not at QI for the board meeting. I'll talk to you soon."

"Yeah, go on, I need to head to the base for the flight checks. Have a nice anniversary."

"Careful with that limp, grandpa," Oliver teased before getting into the car.

He didn't hear a reply, but something hit the windshield in the back and he chuckled.

"Morning, Mrs. Queen!"

Chloe smiled at her assistant. "Good morning, Ivy, how was the holidays?"

"They were great, and yours?"

"Excellent and since I flew to Metropolis, it was a white Christmas thankfully," she said, taking a sip of her third coffee that morning (what? With time, her addiction only got worst!). "Important messages for me?" Chloe asked, pushing the glass doors to her office open, and stepping him, slipping off her jacket and setting it on the chair's back.

"A few," Ivy said powering the iPad. "Your cousin called, and like always she requested to be the first message to the deliver you," Chloe rolled her eyes – typical. "She said that Ella's birthday is coming up next month and she wanted to remind you, to remind Mr. Queen, about scheduling her party in Disneyland, here in California."

"Wanna bet that she left the same message with Tara?" Chloe snorted, finishing her coffee.

"I don't doubt Mrs. Lane-Kent did it, Mrs. Queen. On other important messages, I have Vanity Fair insisting on a special spread about the Queen Couple decade celebration, which reminds me, happy anniversary, Mrs. Queen," Ivy said with a warm smile.

"Them again?" Chloe groaned. "And thank you, Ivy."

"They've been bugging me through the holidays, Mrs. Queen. They really want to write a special piece about the Queen family. The ten year anniversary is something to be celebrated. Not a lot of celebrity couples can say that they reached that mark. Bruce Wayne and Dinah Lance didn't reach the five year mark," Ivy explained.

"Kim Kardashian's first wedding didn't last four whole months," Chloe shrugged. "All they want is to sell paper, whether it's about something good or something bad," she sighed and looked thoughtful. "Talk to my husband's assistant. If he also agrees to this, then you both set up everything and let me know."

"Dully noted, Mrs. Queen! Oh, Mr. Daniels is hoping you can cover the White House Gala in two weeks, in Washington DC," she said.

"Because of my writing or because my husband already say yes to the President's invitation?" Chloe raised an eyebrow and Ivy chuckled.

"Please, Mrs. Queen, you've won four Pulitzers, of course it's because of your writing," Ivy smirked. "The fact that your name is already on the list doesn't hurt either."

"Anything else?"

"Mr. Daniels is wanting for the two articles…"

"I've sent them last night! The man needs to learn to check his inbox before complaining," Chloe let out a dramatic sigh.

"Then it's all," Ivy said.

"Great, no major crisis then. You can go back to work, Ivy, thank you," Chloe said.

Ivy nodded and left the office, getting back to her desk. Chloe logged in on her computer, checked her email, and then picked her phone to call Victor.

"Morning, Vic," she greeted with a smile.

"Hey, how's my favorite Queen?"

Chloe chuckled. "Doing amazingly great, it was just to check if you can really cover for me today at Watchtower?"

"Don't worry, I'm on it, you just focus on enjoying your date night with Oliver," Victor reassured her. "Ten years…that's a big number!"

"Yes, it is, but we made it in one piece," Chloe said. "Tonight shouldn't be too hard. Clark, Courtney and Aquaman are doing their usual patrols and since Diana will rely on Barbra for the Gotham mission, you don't have to stress about it."

"Chloe, I got this," Victor said. "Now, I need to get back to work, but have fun tonight. Happy anniversary, Chlo!"

"Thanks, Vic, have a good day," Chloe grinned and hung up.

A few minutes later, her intercom blinked with an incoming call. "Yes, Ivy?"

"Mr. Daniels wants to see you in his office, Mrs. Queen," Ivy said.

"I'm on my way," Chloe replied setting the phone down and getting up. Another day at work!

Oliver walked into the Queen Industries Headquarters lobby greeting the receptionist, and directed himself to the private elevator that would take him to his floor. He was going over his emails on his phone, grimacing at the amount of spam that was gracing his inbox. Oliver leaned against the back of the elevator, his thoughts drifting to his anniversary with Chloe. Ten years, that was something else. Not that he ever doubted that Chloe was it for him, he never said otherwise. But watching around him how some marriages fell apart – Dinah and Bruce were a good example – it reminded him of year number five, when he and Chloe got so close to parting ways. He shuddered thinking about those awful months; it had been hell on earth. Life was hard. Connor was eight and trying to embrace his abilities; Matty was only one; Lex resurrected from the grave to make their lives a living hell and something got lost in between. They barely could keep up with the world, let alone with one another. Fortunately, everything calmed down enough so they could walk each other through reconciliation.

"Oliver! You're late," Tess' voice made him realized that the elevator's door were opened.

His eyes lifted to meet hers, and he gave her a boyish smile. "I'm never late, everyone is simply early," he smirked.

Tess huffed. "Conference room in twenty," she said. "By the way, you're not a real Queen, so that sentence doesn't apply to you. And 'The Princess Diaries'? Really?"

"Don't ask, the only thing that the twins got interested in, yesterday," he shook his head with a grimaced and Tess chuckled moving towards her office.

"Good morning, Mr. Queen," Tara, his personal assistant, greeted walking towards him, but her eyes was glued to her iPad screen. "You have a busy schedule today, since you will be leaving earlier than usual. Which reminds me," she looked up. "Happy anniversary."

"Thanks Tara," he smiled warmly walking into his office. "So, besides the meeting with the board in twenty, what else do I have?"

"The chinese at eleven and you have a video conference with the Europe headquarters of Queen Industries," she started. "Then you have three more appointments in the afternoon. I wouldn't take a very big lunch break, because you have several contracts to accept or deny," she pointed at the pile next to him. "I already organized them by urgency, but I can't do more."

Oliver took a deep breath. "That's a long day," he chuckled. "Anything else?"

"Yes, phone calls," she smirked lightly. "Your cousin-in-law called…"

"Because of my niece's birthday party? Call her back, say that everything is being arranged and that after all these years, I can't believe she still thinks I'm irresponsible," he rolled her eyes and Tara chuckled.

"Will do! Ivy, your wife's assistant, called because of the Vanity Fair interview," Tara started. "I also talked to Vanity Fair, they are pretty damn stubborn."

"The ten year anniversary of the Queen couple, blah, blah, blah," Oliver muttered. "These guys only want to sell magazines."

"You should see the new number they are willing to pay," Tara raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, really?"

"It has three more zeros than the last time."

Oliver's eyes widened. "That's a big sum of money," he sighed. "What did my wife said about this?"

"She'll do it if you are willing to do it," Tara shrugged. "Want my opinion?"

"Please," he nodded.

"Do it, it will get them off your back," Tara advised. "Cate will tell you the same thing, plus it would help eliminate the rumors flying around."

"You go out to dinner with friends without your wife and suddenly we're having a divorce," Oliver threw his hands up in the hair in frustration.

"They are magazines, Mr. Queen, and like you said, they only want to sell paper," Tara sighed.

"It's not like I need their money," he grumbled.

"We all know you don't, so just give it to charity, do it for the kids in the Queen Charity Fund," Tara pointed out. "With this money you could offer more four full scholarships of an Ivy League."

Oliver nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, you're right, it's just one afternoon, it won't kill us. You and Ivy schedule that, ok? Oh, and please, request that writer, you know, the one that Chloe and I actually like."

"Yes, Mr. Queen," Tara nodded with a grin. "Do you need anything else?"

"Where are the documents for the meeting with the board? My desk is a mess," he mumbled under his breath. He was a neat freak so it was getting on his nerves.

Tara reached under the pile of contracts and pulled the file. "Here you go!"

"Thank you. Now, I got to move before Tess rips me a new one!"

"Good luck, Mr. Queen," Tara chuckled, turning around and walking back to her desk.

Five thirty and Chloe crossed the gates to the Manor. She parked her car, got out, and quickly climbed the small flight of stairs to the main doors. She dug into her purse for the keys, and let out a triumphant "aha", when she found them.

"Ollie, I'm home," she called walking into the foyer. He had to be home too, his car was outside. "I know I'm half an hour late, but you know, I want everything straightened out before leaving the office," she dropped her keys in the bowl and left her purse on the armchair. "Ollie?" Chloe called again.

Chloe sighed and search the house. Not in the kitchen, not in the garden, not in their bedroom, not in his office…the gym!

She leaned against the doorway, watching the way his body would move and how the muscles tensed as he prepared to shot an arrow. After all these years, she never got tired of watching him practice archery. It was adorable when he would teach their sons the secrets of being a good archer.

Watching the target land on the bullseye, she decided to make herself known. "Slow day?"

Oliver turned around, like her presence was not a surprise and he had actually already realized she was there. "Pretty busy actually, but since I got some time, I thought I would squeeze some target practice," he shrugged on shoulder, loading another arrow in his bow.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"I would be offended if you didn't," he gave her a lopsided smile, aiming and firing the arrow that cut the previous one, in two equal parts.

Chloe grinned; she knew what he was doing, recreating their first night together. She took her heels off and walked towards the couch, sitting down. "So tell me, Mr. Queen, did you got what you wanted?"

His warm brown eyes, met her bright green ones. "I got everything I ever wanted, Mrs. Queen," he said softly. "I think Bruce wept at our wedding ten years ago, so that's also something I should add to my "granted whishes" list."

Chloe let out a heartily laugh. "Don't be cruel, Ollie," she teased. "But I'm glad you got everything, because I also got everything and some," Chloe said with a happy sigh.

"Do you still remember how to shoot?" he tilted his head.

"Like I could ever forget my lesson," she rolled her eyes, standing up.

"I was a pretty good teacher, wasn't I?" Oliver asked pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips when she was close enough.

"Now, why would I feed your ego even more?" Chloe replied with a chuckle.

As they positioned themselves, with Chloe holding his bow and Oliver with his arms around her, it struck them once again, how much they loved each other and how no matter how many years passed, they would always love each other like they did in the beginning.

"Happy to have taken a chance?" Oliver asked in her ear.

"Oh, yes," she replied, letting go of the arrow, hitting the center of the target. "I think happier would be impossible," Chloe said turning around in his arms, and pulling his collar down, so they could share a passionate kiss.

Nothing was ever easy, of course. Their relationship had his ups and downs. But with four children to prove that everything they did together was flawless and beautiful, they could never complain about life. They had each other, Connor, Matthew, Emma and Olivia, and that was all they ever needed.