Epilogue

Phoebe

I'm nervous. I never get nervous when performing in from of huge crowds, but my girls performing a song we wrote together at their school talent show. I want to throw up.

The twins are fourteen and have amazing voices. They don't want to be professional singers, thank goodness, but songwriters. They do have a lot of raw talent. When they asked me to help write a song for their talent show I was so excited. I know it's partly because they wanted to win and I am a professional, but I know they truly do love hanging out with me still even though the newness wore off a long time ago.

They are next and I have been twisting my wedding ring so violently for the last five minutes, Logan is holding both of my hands.

"They are going to do great," he whispers to me.

"I know," I say with more confidence than I feel.

I look down our row and see my family. My sisters, Alex, and my niece, Cara. They wouldn't miss anything the girls are in and it makes me smile. We always have each other's backs so if Ruby and June have a bad night, there are plenty of people who love them and will pick them back up.

It's their turn and their performance is flawless. The song gets a standing ovation and at the end of the talent show they win. We all stand around waiting to congratulate them. A few of the newer people in town seem surprised to see a trio of pop stars at the high school talent show.

The Pandemonium Pixies are releasing a new record in two months, and we've started doing press. It's odd after taking a break to be back, but our reception has been great. Touring will be different, and we have a lot more agency this time. I'm looking forward to it. There is just one tiny problem.

"How are you feeling?" My husband asks me while everyone fusses over the twins.

"I'm fine. I had some crackers before we came in. I should be good until I try to lay down for bed," I say with laughter. Morning sickness my ass.

"You know you have to tell them."

"I know, but this is the twin's thing. I'm not stealing their thunder." That's my excuse today. I have one every time it comes time to tell my sisters I'm pregnant. I'm starting to show thanks to my husband's overachieving sperm that knocked me up with twins. I will not be able to hide it forever.

Ruby turns to us, "It's time, Phoebe."

"Time?" I ask, genuinely confused.

June nods, "Yep, we are tired of living with the secret. You tell them or we are."

I look over at Logan, but he looks as confused as I feel.

Ruby comes over and whispers in my ear, "I've heard you throwing up and I saw you looking at baby clothes. We are so excited and want you to tell everyone so we can celebrate with you."

I immediately start to cry and give her a hug.

"Damn," Alex says knowingly having already been through this with one Stone sister.

"I'm pregnant," I announce to the group, then continue, "with twins."

They all scream. Ruby and June look shocked. They hadn't figured that part out obviously. My sisters wrap their arms around me and I cry even harder. These damn hormones.

Cara cheers from Alex's arms as only a toddler can when they have no clue what's happening.

When we're all hugged out and everyone is ready to go get ice cream, Maggie comes over to walk with me.

"I told you so."

"About what?" I ask.

"That growing up and doing new things would be worth it," she answers smugly.