Nine years later It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the weather in early fall is cooling down and the kids are all happy, healthy and currently running around like crazy people. Cara, Angel and I all had our kids around the same time, so our total of 13 kids are being raised together. Most of them have paired off by age, except poor Richie, whoops, he goes by ‘Rich’ now that he’s a mature 10-year-old. He’s sort of the odd man out, being the oldest male followed by two females who are best friends. It helped that Liam and Angel kept having babies, so when Cara and I had space in between our three each, their kids filled in the age gaps. Of course, that doesn’t count for Reagan. That’s who Angel calls her “oopsie baby”. Oopsie my Alpha ass. That girl wanted another baby, and she made sure Liam gave it to her. After her difficulty with the twins’ delivery, I’m not surprised. She almost died giving birth and it terrified Liam, so he said no more. Three years later, Angel wins by g