Five years later

It’s been five years since the tragic accident, Harden sat on his balcony cushion, and his wheelchair is always by his side. His mother refused he stepped down for his cousin to care for the company so he worked from home. While looking through some documents, two faint sounds of laughter coming from his room door became louder as the twin rushed toward their father giggling.

They are five years and some months old. Zayn has fully turned into his father look alike, Zia's red and black hair has grown so long and curly with the red hair becoming more visible than the black hair.

“Daddy” she hugged her father planting kisses on his face.

“Good afternoon Dad” Zayn greeted too as Harden dropped his work.

“How was school today honey?” He carried his daughter who sat on his lap.

“Great, I saw Mom's new Vogue magazine on my teacher's desk,” she said for Harden to smile.

“She’s your stepmother, not your mother,” Harden said for Zayn to sigh.

“Grandma said we should say mom not stepmom,” Zayn s