The snow storm outside is raging, making a howl ring through the trees from the vicious wind. Both of my mates are fast asleep, curled around each other in a way that brings a smile to my face.

But before I have a chance to do anything about it, a familiar cry comes from across the hall. Immediately, I am sitting up, worried that Matty is up at this time of night. Usually, he sleeps the entire night once he is put to bed, so to hear him crying has me worried.

Cold air greets me when I slip out from under the heavy blankets. As quickly as I can, I slip into one of the robes draped across the end of the bed, typing the front together.

By the time I make it to the nursery, Matty has completely worked himself up, cries heartbreaking. He is standing in his crib, fingers gripping the bars as he holds himself up.

As soon as he sees me, he lifts his arms, wanting me to pick him up as he calls out for me.

"It's alright, little love," I whisper picking him up and cuddling him to my chest. "Mama's here."

His hands tighten in my robe as he buries his face in my chest. The wind howls again, causing Matty to tense, another whimper coming from him. Surprisingly, Rosalie sleeps through the entire ordeal, not disturbed in the slightest.

Knowing my son will not be going back to sleep anytime soon, I bring him back to the bed, where we can both go back sleep.

Erik is sitting up when I quietly walk back into the room, the worry clear on his face. Ethan mumbles something in his sleep, jostled from me climbing back into bed but buries his face in his brother's side before drifting back off to sleep.

"What's wrong?" Erik mumbles, hand brushing back Matty's hair.

The baby stirs, turning to look up at his Papa with wide blue eyes.

"The storm is scaring him," I whisper, readjusting Matty so that I can lay down. In response, the wind outside lets out another vicious howl. It is nice to think that tomorrow- Christmas morning- there will be lots of snow, but I wish we did not have to endure a storm first. "So, I thought he could sleep with us tonight, instead of having him be scared in his crib."

"That's fine," Erik says before laying back down.

Matty is laying snug between us, a comfort to the baby. His tears have stopped falling, but now he is wide awake. My own exhaustion is starting to catch up to me, seeing as I haven't gotten any sleep yet tonight. The twins had only drifted off an hour or so before hand, after some rigorous after dark activities.

"Mama," Matty coos, pulling at my robe. The way he smiles at me, with open delight, has me doing whatever he wants. Before I know it, I am pulling away a portion of my robe, snuggling my baby close so that he can nurse. It has been forever since he nursed at night, but it brings a fond smile to my face, remembering when he was just a tiny baby.

The bed jostles again, Ethan peeking over his brother and eyebrows crinkling in confusion. "Matty alright?"

"He's fine," I answer, watching as Ethan's face smoothes over as the worry leaves him. He wraps his arms around Erik's waist, turning his brother until Erik is laying on his back. With him in that position, it makes it easy for Ethan to lay his cheek on Erik's chest, hand reaching over to pet Matty's back.

The little boy lets out a content hum, eyes fluttering as he is comforted back to sleep. Erik's other arm comes to wrap around me, pulling me close. Grabbing Matty, I move him so that he is laying on my chest, him not minding in the slightest at being moved around.

It feels amazing, having Erik holding me close and Ethan's hand moving to rest at the bottom of my back. My entire family is in this bed, huddled close as we ride out the storm together.

*****

Morning greets me with a foot to the face. Blinking open my eyes, I see that Matty is completely sprawled. Somehow, he has turned almost completely upside down during the night. Erik is the lucky one with Matty's head on his stomach, while I have a tiny foot pressed up against my cheek.

The storm is still going on outside but not nearly as strong. Now, the snow is floating in the air, like the fluff that is in a snow globe, instead of looking like the end of the world.

It takes a bit of maneuvering to get out of the bed without waking anyone, but I somehow manage. Matty almost wakes a few times, but when I pick him up and place him in between his Papa and Daddy, he falls right back asleep.

The sight brings a smile to my face, and I am tempted to go back to sleep with them, but the thought of fresh cinnamon rolls has me moving towards the door instead. We tend not to make too many sweets, not wanting to waste anything. But today is Christmas, we deserve something special.

The rest of the house is quiet, and it is nice to be able to have some time to myself. It is too good to last, though, and before I know it, Taylor is coming down the stairs, Rosalie and Matty in hand.

My baby looks a little grumpy, holding his hands out to me as soon as he sees me. But since my hands are busy kneading the dough for the cinnamon rolls, I can't really hold him at the moment.

"I'll keep him entertained while you finish up," Taylor says, shooting me a sleepy smile as he goes into the living room.

He lets out a slightly startled noise, peeking my curiosity. When I finish with the dough, I place a towel over it and place it in the microwave to rise before going to see what surprised Taylor.

Matty waddles over to me instantly, his pout not letting up until he is in my arms. Taylor settles himself on the couch, Rosalie in his arms and a concerned look on his face.

"Wonder why he is sleeping down here?" Taylor says, looking over at me. "I hope the two of them didn't have a fight."

Nodding my head, I settle Matty more comfortably on my hip. He is so sleepy still, getting fussy as he pats my chest in irritation. Knowing that there is not much more I can do at the moment since I have to wait for the dough to rise, I settle onto the other end of the couch to nurse Matty.

Rosalie seems content to only have a quick nurse before wiggling around for Taylor to put her down. He mentioned earlier that she is starting to wean, and it is easy to see that he was right. Matty is still so attached to nursing, I haven't really thought about when he will wean.

"I'm gonna go check on Beckett. Can you watch Rosalie for me?" Taylor says, pushing himself up from the couch.

"Of course."

He smiles at me, quickly throwing a log in the dying fire before making his way to the stairs. The resulting heat has me relaxing back on the couch, a smile on my face despite my exhaustion.

This is our home, our pack mates. We take care of each other, push each other up when we feel like finally giving up. If it weren't for my pack mates, I probably would not still be with my mates.

The thought has my heart aching, but I know that we are better now. Erik and Ethan are getting along so much better, their intimacy increasing tenfold. Just last night, I hadn't been the only one receiving pleasure. Ethan had bottomed for the first time, and just thinking about the sight it had been to see the two brothers has me getting hot.

But I have a baby attached to me right now, and can't think about those things when it comes with the risk of getting hard.

Eventually, Taylor comes back down, Beckett in hand. Once Matty is done nursing, he shoos me back to the kitchen with assurances that he can watch over the kids for a little while.

And that's how Christmas morning passes, with everyone waking up at their own time, eventually coming downstairs when the scent of the cinnamon rolls starts to drift throughout the house.

Presents are passed around, kisses are exchanged below false mistletoe, and smiles are on everyone's faces. It is a true delight to see Micah and his mate huddled together with their children. Taylor and Tate sneak off sometime later while Rosalie is being entertained by my mates and Matty. Lucky bastards.

Avery and Nik are absolutely glowing as they tell the rest of the pack they are expecting, twins no less. It causes a chorus of delighted laughter and enthusiastic congratulations.

The sight has my hand drifting down to my own stomach. It is too soon to know anything for sure, but there is a voice in the back of my head- sounding surprisingly like Luna- that is confirming my suspicions.

But I keep quiet, silently reveling in the sight of my mates playing with Rosalie and Matty, making the two babies giggle in delight. They exchange soft kisses every few minutes, making the warmth inside me grow.

For the first time in a long time, maybe in forever, I feel complete.

It seems as if Fate isn't a bastard all the time. But I have to disagree with the old pack saying of how we become whatever fate has destined.

No, we pushed back against fate this time.

This time, fate became us.

The End

*****

Alright, we have come to an end. Now, there will be some epilogues. I am estimating three. They will be uploaded as soon as possible.

Once again, thank you, everyone, for sticking with me through this series. I know some may not be satisfied with this ending, but I feel like it was the right place to leave them be.

Thank you.