Epilogue4 Years Later...Hannah"God damn it!" I mutter to myself as I lift Drake out of the mess he just made. I groan in frustration as I prepare to clean up the fiftieth mess for today."What's wrong, sweetness?" I hear Micah call from the doorway as he closes the door behind him. I feel tears of frustration start to trail down my face as he walks in the room despite my efforts to sniffle them back. He looks around then his eyes land on me and his face drops."Baby, what's wrong? Is the baby okay?" He asks, worriedly, running to me and holding my belly gently. I nod and then cry even harder, feeling guilty for making him worry."What's wrong, love? Just talk to me." He begs and I take a few shuddering breaths."Drake spilled milk all over the place and he's just been a handful all day and my back is killing me." I whine and a little smile spreads across his face."Well, that all sounds like things I can handle. Com
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