A/N: I was ill! I've got an excuse this time!

Okay well anyway, this is the official last chapter of this story! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! ^^

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

'Over again'

Chapter Seven – EPILOGUE

Four years later

"Emma, will you put that down? Dammit, Patrick! Hazel and Tyson are fighting again!"

Great. He loved it, the chaos. It was like a heartbeat in his head that wouldn't go away – the screaming, the crying, the sounds of chairs falling over and Lisbon cursing. This sure as hell was way different than what he had seen in his glimpse.

He ran into the kitchen to find exactly what Lisbon had said – Hazel and Tyson, 'fighting', which more or less meant bashing each other's heads in with their stuffed animals without realizing it hurt for the other, since they were just two and were too young to realize it. James was sitting just a few steps away from the two, chuckling.

"Hey, stop it you two," Jane whispered gently, and took the animals from the two. They were flabbergasted for a few seconds, before they saw his face and chuckled.

"Yeah, daddy's here," Jane smiled, and brushed both their cheeks before placing the stuffed animals on the kitchen counter.

He saw Lisbon running past with a crying Emma on her hip.

"She poked into her eye with her pen. I really have no idea what to do with her now, it's not severe enough to go to a doctor-"

"I'll take her," Jane said, and reached out his arms to the girl. She did the same and Lisbon rolled her eyes before handing her to Jane. Emma was a daddy's girl but that was probably because he was basically in love with her the moment she held his finger in her little hand – he was in love with all of his and Lisbon's children, though.

Emma buried her head in the crook of his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's okay, Emmie, I'm here," he whispered in her ear and walked out of the chaotic kitchen into the much quieter living room and sat down, Emma now in his lap.

He gently pushed her away to look at her eye. Around the emerald green in her eyes, the white was tainted a bit red but not excessively so. It was probably because she had been crying. He brushed her cheek and she moved closer to him again.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered in his ear.

"Why is that?"

"Because I didn't listen to Mommy."

"Yes, that is bad, isn't it?"

She nodded, and he smiled faintly. "What were you making?"

She calmed down a bit after that question, just like he knew she would.

"A drawing for Grandpa Virgil."

"Then why don't you change that to a drawing for Mommy? So you can make it up to her?"

It wasn't like Lisbon was truly angry at the girl but he did know that she would look for her own mistakes when trying to figure out why Emma wouldn't listen to her.

The pain in Emma's body seemed forgotten as she jumped away with a bright smile. Before he could say something more, she ran back into the kitchen where the trio had calmed down a bit, and Jane decided this was probably a good moment to check on Lisbon. Since he didn't want to die and he knew her well enough to know that when she didn't know what to do with one of her children, she was stressing and fear of death was present if that happened.

He found her sitting on the floor, the three toddlers in front of her, looking at her. Jane had no idea what she was doing until he walked around the four and saw she was making strange faces, causing the three to chuckle and clap in their hands.

She smiled up at him. She shrugged. "At least they don't kill each other."

He laughed – she was just too adorable.

"Dale might wake up now," she said, as she moved to pick up one of the three chuckling toddlers, then bent through her knees to get another too. It seemed she left Hazel all alone on the floor and she did not like it one bit, and started crying.

Jane rushed to pick her up and within seconds, she was quiet again.

"I'm going to check on Dale then," Jane said, stepped closer to Lisbon to steal a kiss and she smiled when he pulled away.

She threw the two boys in her arms in the air a few inches, causing the two to chuckle even more. Hazel in Jane's arms started chuckling too and Lisbon and Jane decided it was best that they were separated before the chuckling would turn into crying, and they really didn't want to witness three crying toddlers.

They went up the stairs to the triplets' bedroom and he gently put Hazel in her bed, making sure she didn't jump off it and that Lisbon saw that he left the room, then walked into Dale's bedroom.

Not surprisingly, the little boy still was sleeping and didn't give any indication that he was going to stop any time soon. Jane brushed his cheeks.

"Are you happy, Patrick?" he heard a voice behind him ask. He hadn't heard that voice for four years, and frankly, he was glad that he hadn't seen her that much.

He turned around and was greeted by a brightly smiling Cat who was leaning against the with small cars and trains decorated wall. She was still a pink blur, with her bright pink dress that hardly reached her knees and her equally pink stilettos.

He nodded, and turned back to the sleeping boy.

"I'm impressed, Patrick. Really, I am."

"Why?" He turned to Cat again.

"Because you believed me from the beginning. You didn't doubt it one bit, the hope of it being actually true was too big for you, obviously. You really wanted it to be true, you really wanted to taste that perfect life that you didn't have. It's impressive. And you found out how stupid you were without much help. Sure, I sent you to the glimpse but come on, it was kinda necessary, don't you think? Anyway, I'm happy for you, and Teresa. And I'm feeling for Emma, really. Poor kid. I mean, one younger sibling? Sure. Two? Getting kinda problematic. Three? Na-ah. And then Dale too. But she can be a big sister now. Talking about being a big sister, how old are all the kids now?"

Jane turned back to Dale. He didn't get her train of thoughts, but then again, he hadn't understood her from the very beginning. "Emma is three years and two months. The triplet is two and Dale is nine months."

She whistled. "Breeders."

He chuckled. "But we're stopping now."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I sure hope so. What are the triplet's names?"

"Are you planning on writing a book or what?"

"Just asking, Patrick. I'm just curious."

He rolled his eyes. "Tyson Perry, James Allen and Hazel Veronica."

She wriggled her eyebrows. "I see what you did there. It was noble to give them the names of your 'glimpse children'."

"The names were perfect."

"And so were the children." Jane nodded. She paused then, and he knew they were heading in more serious territory now. "Just promise me one thing, Patrick."

"And that is?"

"Don't make me come back, please. I don't wanna see you again," she said with a big smile, and he smiled back.

"I like you too, thanks."

"I'm serious, Patrick."

"I'm too. I can't live without Teresa anymore, Cat. I love her too much. And I love Emma. And Dale. And the trio. I still can't believe we actually made three at a time."

She chuckled, then threw her blonde hair back with both her hands.

"I bet you were running out of time," she said dryly, and he smiled. "Anyway, I'm leaving now, Patrick. Good luck."

"Cat, wait."

She turned on her heels, crossing her arms against her chest. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank me, I'm just a part of your subconscious. Kind of anyway."

"See, I knew it."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, you smartass, you were right. Don't flatter yourself."

He shrugged. "It's what I do best."

She smiled softly, then nodded and walked out of the room, the sound of her stilettos on the floor slowly dying down.

Funny, how his life now looked so much like the perfect life he'd had in the glimpse.

A/N: I know it's rather stupid, a triplet, but come on, it was just too tempting. So let me know if you liked it!

Over Again is OUT! Thanks for reading!