If she remembered back, the Ghost of Christmas Present had told her that this was a possible future, not one that was certain. Everything could still change due to the choices made from here out.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet-To-Come, though, still didn't say anything. But they didn't need to. A pair of loud squeals came from the room to the right, where all the family sounds were coming from. A set of toddlers barrelled out toward the kitchen, strawberry blonde hair around their shoulders. "Poppa! Poppa!"

Oli came out of the kitchen, catching both kids up on his arms with a grin. "What are you two doing over here? Aren't you supposed to be staying with Mama and Tante Mattie?"

"Takin' after their grandparents, they are." Mattie came out of the living room, still looking very well for a woman who had to be over a century and a half old. But, then, Rogue would know better because Remy knew better. She aged slow. "De LeBeau side, at least. Can't say I know enough 'bout deir mama's family to be talkin' 'bout 'em so."

"Let's just say I'm kinda hoping the next one takes after Megan's family." He paused, then added, "In some ways, at least."

Mattie smiled at Oli and Rae behind him, and the two strawberry blondes with black and green eyes. "They'd be so proud of you both."