Peace

Dylan’s Pov

“Are you ready?” I asked Amara for the tenth time already.

“Will be done in a minute honey,” She replied, as she continued her makeup.

“Why didn't you just let the maids do this for you?” I whined.

“Because I wanted something mild” She grinned over at me before adding “Besides, Carlos was disturbing me.”

I rolled my eyes at her because I knew she was exaggerating.

“Daddy” Little Carlos called out running into my arms. I lifted him and swung him around once until he started to squeal with glee. It was our favorite routine.

“Is mommy done yet?” He inquired as I set him down.

“Not yet, my boy,” I replied smiling at him.

“But, everyone is waiting for us” he whined.

“How old are you again?” Amara asked him. She never seemed to get tired of his antics.

“Two!”He declared.

“Oh, you're so grown up. And mummy is done we can go down now.” She said as she stood up to kiss Carlos on the cheek.

I picked Carlos up again and kissed Amara on her forehead. “You look beautiful”