The epilogue at last. I hope you all enjoyed this cringe worthy book that past me thought was a great idea until reading it out loud.

Yes I know nothing in the song is matching I just thought some people would like to hear it.

Everything Changes is the most uplifting and happiest song in this musical cause Jeana finally stands up to her abusive husband and dumps him and raises her daughter with the help of Becky and Dawn.

Not here folks cause I done killed off Six, so now you get depression-

Time to finish it off with this final chaper.

For context, Milo is now five years old now.

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"Milo, time to wake up, breakfast is ready!"

The small raven haired boy groaned, rolling over with his dark green blanket given to him by aunty Two.

"Nooooo," he whined, keeping his brown eyes shut. The sound of footsteps made him shuffle, the sound of his bedroom door opening not bothering him.

"C'mon, we're heading down to the diner to go see Aunt Three and Aunt Two," Mono said, coming over to him. Milo groaned again, peeking his head out from his blanket burrito.

"No, five more minutes," he said, retreating back into the warmth. Mono gave a sigh, reaching and picking the bundle up in his arms.

"Then you leave me no choice," he said, a fake threatening tone in his voice.

Milo started to wiggle, trapped by his own fluffy cocoon. "No, wait, Mono-!"

"Seven, c'ere!"

Milo wiggled more, nearly climbing and falling out of the other's arms. Seven opened the door after a minute or two, an apron around his neck.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"We gotta a sleepy monster who doesn't want to get up. You know what we do with sleepy monsters," Mono said playfully.

"Ahh, I see. Yeah, I know what we do. Give them to the tickle monster! Rawwr!" Seven jumped at him, picking the small child up and out of his confines, holding him for Mono to tickle his sides.

"Uncle, uncle!" Milo shouted before anything could be done. Mono lowered his hands, faking a hurt look. "Awwwww, fine. At least that woke you up. C'mon, Champ, we gotta big day ahead of us."

Seven placed Milo down, ruffling his rich black hair, much to the smaller's annoyance. He gave a nod though, going over to his small closet to the side to pick out the shirt of the day.

The two colleagues left the room, Mono stuffing his hands in his jacket pocket. Once the door closed, he looked to the blue wearing other.

"Got a letter on Six's case today. The judge hasn't come to a conclusion yet still," he said, walking down the wooden stairs of their house.

"You're joking,"

"Wish I was,"

"That dumbass,"

Mono looked back, a bit stunned at hearing his housemate's curse, it wasn't like Seven to say anything vulgar, especially not with Milo around.

"You really liked her, huh?" Mono asked, standing in front of the door, grabbing his brown scarf from its rack.

"Yes, I did. So did you," Seven countered, putting on a pair of mittens. The South may have had harsh heat, but its winters were brutal.

Mono didn't reply, noticing the sudden change in attitude of the other. Seven took of the apron and hung it in the kitchen, coming back and putting on a pair of boots.

Milo stood at the top of the stairs, bundled in a green jacket and blue pants. He came down stairs, looking in the kitchen for anything to eat. Breakfast was always a 'on the go' deal, and it was mostly toast or a warm bagel while rushing to get him to school.

On a plate was warm toast, strawberry jam spread on the top. He took it, coming to the two doctors. "Can we go now?" he asked.

Mono nodded. "Yep, don't forget to grab your mittens."

Milo looked over to the smaller rack made just for him, taking his dark gray mittens, following the two out into the brisk cold.

***

The bell on the door rang as the three came inside the small diner. The warm air and sweet smelling food greeting them. Three stood behind the counter, sharing a small conversation with Two.

They looked over, smiling. "About time you two came in," Three said, her accent as blunt as always. Seven smiled, coming over to the breakfast bar.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. We were running the tiniest bit late," he answered, Milo climbing up the bar stool next to him, Mono seated on the opposite side of him.

"Heya, Mi, sorry but Eerie was sick today and couldn't come with me today," Two said, before placing a small kid's coloring menu and a small pack of crayons out for him.

Milo was artistic for his age: he could draw most of the harder dinosaurs without references, some tv show characters (Mono's favorite was his drawing of some fiery haired boy with a jet pack), but mostly butterflies.

"It's fine, Eerie said she wanted to spend more time with Uncle One anyways," he said, "something about wanting better Christmas presents."

Three let out a small snort of laughter, Two giggling slightly. "That does sound like her. Speaking of Christmas, I got you a present," the green outfitted waitress chimed, walking into the back for a second.

She returned with a small box, placing it on the counter for him. Milo picked the box up, looking at it with confusion. He turned the tag, sound out the words.

"To Milo, from Aunt Two and Aunt Three."

Two gave a small smile, nodding to him. "Don't open it up until you get home, okay?" she said.

Milo nodded, putting the box down, turning back to his drawing of a butterfly. Occasionally he would glance at the box as the adults talked, itching to open it. Mono noticed the looks, eventually taking and sliding the box away from him before he could.

***

Nighttime rolled around, and much to Milo's annoyance, he never got to open his gift right after they got home. Seven had put it on a shelf out of his reach, and Mono kept picking him up off the counter before he could grab it.

Dinner had already been ate, and Seven was busy doing the dishes. Mono was asleep on the couch, trying to get as much shut eye as he could since he work early tomorrow.

Now was a perfect time.

The five year old carefully snuck past the blue-eyed doctor and quietly picked up a chair and climbed up it. The cupboard next to the tall standing clock creaked slightly as the chair was pushed against it as he reached up.

The corner of the box brushed his finger tips, the small boy sticking his tongue out as he stretched himself out to grab it, in his tip toes.

Just a little bit more and...

"What do you think you're doing?"

Milo nearly feel at the sound of Seven's voice, the chair wobbling under him. He was luckily able to balance it, looking over to the older male.

"Nothing-" he answered quickly.

Seven glared at him sharply, before sighing. He walked over, picking the boy up and placing him down. "I knew putting it there would be a bad idea," he muttered, reaching up and picked the gift box up, holding it out for the boy, "here."

Milo looked at it, taking it from him. They made eye contact, before Milo turned, walking up the stairs, Seven watching him close the door to his bedroom.

He gave a small sad sigh, looking back up to the door. "You'd be so proud of him..."

***

It was even darker then before, the winter nights long and cold. Mono had woken up a minute or two ago, the exhausted doctor sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

He looked at the envelope in his hand, looking up as he heard footsteps. Seven walked out of the living room, turning and passing by the open kitchen.

"I'm gonna go tuck Milo in for bed," he said, beginning his walk up the stairs.

Mono gave a nod, pulling the letter out. Just as he had suspected, it finally came in.

Seven knocked on the door, opening it slightly. "Milo?"

Milo had his small bedside lamp on, looking at a small book with wide eyes. He looked up, his dark brown eyes meeting Seven's dark blues.

Seven notice the small tears lining his eyes, which rose a bit of concern in him. "What's wrong, bud?"

Milo looked down at the book, before pulling a small photo out. He held it up to him, Seven walking over, taking it and sitting on the bed next to him.

"Was that mom?" Milo asked.

Seven looked at the photo for a long time. It was of Six, smiling brightly at the camera with a large man next to her. Flour was on her cheeks and shirt, a bit of batter across her nose. She looked so happy in the photo, but the man next to her was too blurry to make out.

"Yeah... that's her."

Milo took the picture back, before holding another out for him. It looked like a high school prom picture, her dress a gorgeous golden yellow and orange with a white belt. Her hair was done beautiful with a yellow rose tucked behind her ear. Her warm honey brown eyes sparkled at the camera.

"She looks so much like me," he whispered.

"There's not a day that goes by where you don't remind me of her." He wanted to say, but couldn't find the voice. Milo held out the book next, pages filled with neat handwriting.

Dear Baby,

There are always going to be hardships in life, no matter what it is, the world will show her ugly side. Whether it be a bad day at school, or broken heart, there are people out for you to lean and help balance on.

They may seem the most unlikely-est pairs or the most obvious; but you always matter to at least someone in your life. And if anything happens, you matter to me.

You matter to us. Me, your fathers, your aunt Three and aunt Two, you will matter to us all.

With love,
Your mother

This was a baby journal, Seven realized, flipping through the pages. He scanned over some of the words, before flipping to get last entry.

Dear Baby,

I won't lie to you. When I first found out I was having you, I was scared. Scared of bringing you into a world of suffering and pain, the world I had dealt with for 21 years.

I had always thought of putting you up for adoption, so you wouldn't live in the fear I was put in. I wanted you to be safe and sound, hidden from your grandmother so she could never hurt you.

Three and Two thought I was cruel for thinking such thing. For a long time I tried to force myself into not keeping you so you would grow up to be successful and free from everything. But I know the moment I see your face, I'm going to want to keep you in my arms and protect you.

But if something ever went wrong, I want you to know I love you; even if I never get to see you grow up and become your own person, know I'll be by your side, cheering you on.

With much love,
Your mother

Seven felt the tears brim in his eyes. Milo looked up at him with a small wondering look. Seven closed the book, setting it aside. The two fell silent, before Milo spoke up.

"Seven? What was mom like?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hehe... she was the most hard working woman I knew. She loved her job and co-workers, she loved to make pies for everyone. She didn't take any foolishness from anyone, and wasn't afraid to fight you if needed about something... she was a spitfiery angel that could kick your tail..." he let out a weak chuckle.

Milo didn't speak, looking at the book. "She loved me too..."

Seven sniffled, nodding. His voice quivered slightly as he spoke, holding back most of his emotions. "Yeah... she did."

***

Mono smiled as he ran over the words for the fifth time that night at the table. Milo's DNA results came back. He took a sip of his coffee.

One final read, he ripped the paper.

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Finished - Oct. 26th

There we go, the epilogue is done!

Hope you all enjoyed this, don't forget to vote and comment cause it helps motivate my lazy self.

Take care!