I am one happy mother fucker. I have a babe for my wife, my oldest son is successful like me, my daughter is the dream of every teenage boy, and my youngest is the apple of my eye. I got it so fucking made. And as of late I have added onto my family with welcoming the oldest Gaskarth twin as my daughter-in-law, I have the most amazing and adorable four-year-old granddaughter that I love to pieces, and then the newest additions to the Barakat family has finally come home to the place they belong.

I think back now to when I was my oldest boy's age; I never would have imagined being tied down to Jasmin, having a son that I loved so much along with a daughter and another son after him, seeing my best friend on the fucking planet get tied down to his wife and have twins along with another son and daughter, seeing my son marry Alex's daughter. I never would have imagined Alex and I becoming young grandparents to three amazing little girls. This life would have been a crazy fantasy when I was an insanely immature kid that played guitar in a band he formed with his best friends, but it was my reality and I loved it.

Right now I was holding little Lacey in my arms. Jack had asked me and Jasmin to watch the girls while he took Stella out for a relaxing dinner to help her keep her anxiety in check. I mean her medication was working, but if I know Stella, I know she's like her father and she'll want to ditch the meds to get better on her own. I know for a fact that she will get better, she's a Gaskarth and a Caspin and I know that she's strong just like her mother and father.

"I hope you and your sister never have worries," I cooed to Lacey as I held her to my chest. Her dark eyes were focused on my face and her black Barakat hair was all over the place. She had some of Stella's looks, like her nose thankfully along with her eyebrows, but everything else about her and Lily were of Jack.

"Grampa Jack," Stella came to sit next to me on the couch.

"What's up Izzybean," I asked my eldest granddaughter. I knew she was a little jealous of her sisters getting the attention from not only Jasmin and I, but also Jack and Stella too. She went from being the only child to the oldest of three over night, I know I would be thrown for a loop if I was like her. Luckily I was the youngest Barakat and I got away with so much shit.

"Will you come play with me," she asked as she held up Candyland.

"I can't right now, Izzy," I told her, watching as my little granddaughter frowned, breaking my heart, "Lacey won't stay quiet if I set her down to play. I promise to play once she falls asleep."

"You said the same thing with Lily, Grampa," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. She donned her angry face that she got from her grandpa Alex and mother, but she was way too cute to take seriously.

"I know I did," I told her, "But Lacey needs me too. You know, Isabelle, you were this small once. I loved holding you like this," I moved Lacey so she was resting against my chest and I supported her head, "You would fall sound asleep like this as I tried to sing."

"But Grampa Alex always sings to me, and he's better," Izzy commented, making me chuckle a little.

"But I gave it my best shot though and you loved it," I told her, "What I'm getting at is that you need to share me with your sisters. I want to make memories with them like I did with you. You'll understand everything once your older."

"Would Auntie Oli and Uncle Alex play with me," she asked.

"You'd have to ask us, Izzy," Olivia spoke up as she came into the living room with Alex following behind her.

"Just keep it down you three," Jasmin warned as she walked in Lily in her arms, "We finally got the twins to stop crying and I want to keep it as peaceful as possible until Jack and Stella come to pick up Izzy and the twins."

"You got it, Mom," Alex replied. He was such a good kid and I knew he looked up to Jack still, even though he's grown up some to want to maybe look up to me more than his big brother.