EPILOGUE

4 YEARS LATER

"Iñigo, be nice to your brother.” I groaned.

"He keeps stealing my toys,” Iñigo whined taking his plane from Iverson, who started crying.

"Iñigo, share!” I sighed picking Iverson up and hugging him while seating on the couch. "He is one year old. He's still a baby.”

"I’m still a baby too,” Iñigo replied angrily pulling on Iverson's hand. Just then Edmund came from behind and picked him up.

"Calm down now. You're four. You're not a baby anymore,” he said sternly.

"No, it is my toy and she's my mommy,” he said angrily, and started crying.

"You have to share, Iñigo," Edmund said as Iñigo jumped out of his arms.

"I don't share. She is my mommy,” he said taking Iverson's hand, again to pull him off my laps.

"Okay.” I said standing up. "Take him,” I gave Iverson to Edmund, and turned to Iñigo. "Come here." I said picking him up. "Stop acting like that,” I said as he put his head on my shoulder.

"No.” He sniffed. I looked at Edmund to see Iverson was calm now and started playin