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Reece

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I truly couldn't believe that it had been two years now. When we woke up this morning and prepared the little party at home for Reagan, I couldn't believe that they were already two years old.

OK, OK, Reagan wasn't born until just before midnight so he wasn't two at the start of the day, but we didn't care. We were going to celebrate this day for him, and tomorrow would be Rika's. And the day after that was going to be their group party for all our friends and family. That is just the way it was going to be..

Last year, Reagan really had been into dinosaurs. This year he is really into racecars. He is always pretending to drive as he zooms around the house. And just like Reagan, Rika's interest had changed as well. Last year all she wanted was butterflies, and this year she was obsessed with dragons. I don't even know where the interest in them came from, but she loves dragons like nothing else. I wonder what they will like next year?

When Trinity and I woke up, we worked with everyone else to put racecar and racetrack themed decorations all over the main parts of the Royal Tower. When Reagan got up he squealed in delight.

"Racecar, Daddy I can be a racecar." He jumped out of my arms and ran around the pretend track that we had set up for him.

"He does love those cars." Valerian, who had just come back for the birthdays, commented when he saw Reagan run around excitedly.

"That he does." My Little Bunny smiled as she answered him.

"Are you looking forward to the party on Saturday, Valerian? That idea of yours is awesome, and I think that Rika is going to love it." I asked him, thinking about the plans that he had for the twins.

"Oh yeah, it's going to be fun. I haven't celebrated a child's birthday like this for a long time, and not exactly like this really since they weren't modern." He was grinning, just happy to be included.

We had cake, all of Reagan's favorite foods, and he opened a couple of gifts that we had for him. One of his presents had been one of those power cars that you can get kids. Only it was obviously custom made and tricked out with magic by Valerian and Trinity. They had made it so that if he hit something with it, there would be a magic bubble that surrounds it instantly so he, and the item, would most likely not be hurt.

The next day we did the same thing for Rika. There was cake, all her favorite foods, and gifts. She got a rideable toy dragon. And Trinity and Valerian even made it so that it would hover off the ground. That was the best she was going to get. If I saw her flying through the air, I would probably have a heart attack.

At the main party that was on the 2nd, which thankfully was a Saturday, we had invited just our friends and family to join us. The whole pack wasn't invited this time per the Queen's request. Still, there were a lot of people that came.

With everyone and their kids, we had nearly thirty children and almost sixty adults, and that was literally just the friends and family. We can never have small parties, can we?

For the party, we had a larger race track with several little cars for the kids to ride around. There was a section of the party that had little magic dragons that Valerian was controlling. He had made them so that the kids would fly throughout the ballroom, going as high as twenty feet max even though the ceiling was much higher than that. The kids were also strapped in so they wouldn't fall. I know that most of the kids were shifters and could heal, but that didn't mean that I wanted them to get hurt.

Another good thing about this party just being friends and family was that no one felt uncomfortable. This time we were all close and comfortable with each other. And there wasn't a mountain of gifts that needed to be donated.

Seriously, there were still so many gifts that needed to be donated by the time that we got the kingdom up and running that a lot of them went straight to the daycare. I had appreciated everyone's generosity last time, but there was just too much.

This year, there were a lot less gifts, and the kids could keep them if they wanted to or get rid of them if they didn't. That was entirely up to them.

As I thought about all of that, I heard an excited little giggling noise that caused me to turn and look at Rika.

"Daddy I flying." She smiled at me sweetly. "I flying."

"Yeah baby girl, you're flying." I felt my heart begin to swell at the happiness in her eyes.

"Ah her made me fly. Watch Daddy."

"Hey, what about Mommy?" Trinity giggled.

Over the last year, there had been a slight shift in the favoritism that the kids showed us. Rika, who didn't have a preference before, was not very much a daddy's little girl type. And Reagan, who used to hate it when anyone, but Trinity or I held him and still preferred his mommy to his daddy, had become the calm, cool, and collected type so he didn't care if it was Mommy, Daddy, Ah her, Móraí, Lola, Nona, Papa; he didn't really care at all.

It was wonderful watching them change and become their own little person. I loved seeing all the little changes that they went through, but it was bittersweet as well. I felt my heart ache every time that I saw how much they had grown. Or if I thought about it too much. As exciting as it was, it was also so sad to see.

And soon, we would be heading to the Fae compound where we would celebrate Reagan and Rika's third Christmas and hope that they would be safe from all the political drama that might be going on there.