(Eight Years Later)

"NAOMI! CAN YOU BE QUIET!" Bianca screamed, as Naomi played the drums. Again.

She stopped for a second, "How about no, I need to practice." and continued to bang away at her percussion instrument.

Bianca loudly groaned, and marched herself to the kitchen, where her father's were playing a card game with Maria, "Papà! Dad! Naomi is playing the drums again!"

Maria laughed, "You and Naomi always fight."

"Stay out of this please, Maria." Nico told her. She frowned, but didn't say a word. "Why does Naomi's music bother you?"

Bianca shrugged, "It's too loud." Nico turned to Will and mouthed, "I've got it." Before grabbing Bianca's arm and leading her upstairs.

Naomi stopped when she saw Nico, "Ciao, Papà."

"Ciao, Naomi. Bianca says your practicing the drums." Nico said softly.

Naomi through her hand in the air, almost sending the drumsticks flying, as she exclaimed, "She never lets me practice! She complains every time!"

Nico frowned and turned to Bianca, "Why don't I get you some headphones, would that work?"

She thought, and nodded. He smiled, "Good. Now can you two stop fighting?"

They both shrugged. "Excellent. What do you want for dinner?"

Almost simultaneously they yelled, "Pasta!" Nico went to leave, "Pasta it is. Come on, Bee, let's leave Naomi to her music."

Nico realised right away that raising triplets would be tough, even now that they are eight. But he had Will, and the five of them were happy, and that's all he ever wanted.