Epilogue

5 YEARS LATER.

I was setting the school bag of my four years old son, Jamie. He was messy just like his Father. Sighing, I was putting the lunch and placing the books properly.

“Can I take Dahlia to school with me? Please, please, please?” Jamie called me excitedly, pointing at his Father and three months old sister who were sleeping on the couch in the hall.

“No, you cannot.” I sighed, frowning at the pair and giving him his bag.

“Look, Mama, Papa and Dahlia are sleeping on the couch.” He giggled, clinging onto my arm.

Actually, Dahlia was not sleeping last night and Vincent said proudly that he could take better care and took her outside and look at them now.

Half of his body was hanging from the couch, holding Dahlia.

“Ah, him.” I giggled, shaking my hand after seeing how uncomfortable he must be.

“What are they doing outside?” Jamie asked, tugging my sleeves.

“Your Papa proudly accepted he could take better care of Dahlia and seems like he is stubborn in proving it.” I sighed, set