Book II - 77

AUDREY

A few years later…

Our four-year-old son, Liam, looks exactly like his father. He follows Gabriel everywhere at home, refuses to let anyone bathe him, and if he wakes up late, he’ll always slip into our bed and make sure his father won’t leave while he’s sleeping in the morning.

He inherited my hair, but everything is Gabriel. His smile and his personality. He also loves eating ice cream.

“Don’t you ever think of taking that in your bedroom, Liam?” I catch him holding a pint of ice cream. “You already had one this morning.”

He pauses and looks at me for a moment, and pouts. “Daddy!” he cries and runs toward his father in the living room.

Gabriel walks into the kitchen later with Liam in his arms. He opens the fridge and grabs the ice cream, handing it to him.

“Yey!” he squeals as his daddy puts him down, and if he’s trying to ease her disloyalty, she will offer the cup to me. “I want to share with you, Mommy,” he says, twinkling his eyes.

I resist pinching his nose. “Thank you