FINAL CHAPTER

Sweet Zhanaia Camince's

"Mom, is dad coming home early tonight?"

I looked at Louis, Gin and I's seven years old son who looked so adorable with his coconut-style hair and the bangs were on the side. I stared at him for a while as he put his elbow on my legs as a support for his weight while looking at me, waiting for my answer.

Dom Louis C. Montero got his father's ocean blue eyes, the shape of his nose, and lips. He only got my brownish hair and some attitudes, but aside from that, he resembled Gin in everything. I remember my husband's face when he realized that Louis looked like him as he grow up, he was sulking by then.

"Argh, I actually wished to have an eldest daughter who would look like you, not the other way around. I don't want you to see anyone who looks like me,"

"Wow, Gin, are you jealous of our son?"

I was bemused when he crossed his arms on his chest while pouting and that's when I realized he was indeed jealous of our son. Oh