Chapter 65

Jordy's POV

Am I in a dream? I ask myself.

It's a glorious afternoon, the sort of sunny, breezy day that makes me want to take off my hat, gloves and coat.

Emma's hand is clasped in my lap. I turn my head to look at her now and again, even through it makes her frown.

An artist sits not far from us, I can see he is painting our family.

Emma holds a very small baby, an infant cherub.

Wait, baby? Whose baby? Mine? And what is her name?

"Louisa, stop eating your fingers." Emma touches the baby's hair.

I lower my head and notice Louisa looking at me, which makes my heart clench in paternal adoration each time my baby coos or grips one of my fingers in her little fist.

"How old is she?" I ask Emma.

She frowns her eyebrows again, "you forgot about it? She is three years old."

Our gold-haired three-year-old, Luisa, cuddled between me and my wife Emma on a blue-colored picnicking blanket, content to play with her toy dolls.

And next to me, a small boy squirms with restlessness on my other side