The once-bloodstained name of Vincent now echoed through the hills with laughter, not fear. No one dared challenge their empire-not because of their weapons, but because of what they had become:
A family.
On a soft spring day under the endless sky, the backyard of the estate bloomed in gold and green. Petals floated through the air as little feet pounded across the grass, chasing butterflies and blowing bubbles in every direction.
And from behind the rose hedges... came five voices.
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🟣 Elara - Age 6
Born from Sam.
A bundle of silver curls, fierce eyes, and endless sass. She climbed trees barefoot, wore dresses only if she could fight in them,and kept a wooden dagger in her boot. She was smart-too smart-and made grown men cry in chess.
Everyone feared her "pouting face," especially Max, who folded the moment she said, "But Daaaad..."
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🔵 Calian - Age 6
Born from Sam.
Elara's twin, her opposite, and her anchor.
Quiet, observant, and gentle, Calian had Noah's heart and Lucien's calm. He loved books and stars, and always made sure Elara didn't burn down the world when she was angry. His favorite thing was falling asleep in someone's lap during late-night stories.
He once asked Silas, "What's the purpose of war?" Silas hadn't stopped thinking about it since.
🔴 Thale - Age 3
Born from Noah.
Sweet and soft-spoken, Thale loved hugs and honey and hated thunder. He often followed Sam around the house, mimicking everything he did. His smile could stop arguments, and his favorite place was tucked in a blanket between all his dads.
Max once said, "He's got the soul of peace."
And he did.
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🟢 Aiven - Age 3
Born from Noah.
The wild twin. Loud, fast, fearless. If something broke, it was probably Aiven. If someone screamed, he was likely behind it-usually laughing. He adored Lucien, called Silas "Ice Daddy," and got away with murder when he gave Sam his sad faceHe bit someone once for touching Elara's braid. No one touched it again.
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🟡 Rhea - Age 2
Born from Lucien.
The youngest and the quietest-but not the weakest.
With dark hair and deep eyes, Rhea walked like she owned the earth. She didn't cry, she watched. Always watching. She was the only one who could silence Aiven with a single look and had Sam completely wrapped around her tiny finger.
Lucien called her his little storm.
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Together, They Were...The chaos and calm. The fire and water. The legacy of every fight their parents had won.
And they called them all:
Daddy (Max)
Dada (Silas)
Papa (Lucien)
Daddy Noah (Noah)
Mummy (Sam)
Their voices rang like bells through the halls. The Vincent estate had become a palace of peace.
Even James and Oliver, married now, watched from the patio-hands held, wedding bands gleaming, eyes misty.
James whispered, "We used to kill for power."
Oliver smiled. "Now we live for love
As the sun set, Sam stood at the top of the garden stairs, arms crossed, smiling as he watched the chaos unfold-children screaming, mates chasing after them, Elara trying to "knight" Calian with a foam sword, and Aiven throwing a juice box at a bee.
Sam whispered to himself:
> "This... this is what we were fighting for."
And it was.