Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Seven: Happily ever after is a choice

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... Happy birthday... happy birthday... happy birthday to you!"

Everyone sang and cheered during the birthday celebration of our four-year-old son, Marky. Yes, Luke was right with what he said 'father's instinct' as I gave birth to a healthy baby boy four years ago. We named him after us... Mark Samuel.

"Okay, blow your candles, my little boy," I said motioning my son to blow the candles on the chocolate cake in front of him.

He looked at me with eyes full of joy before looking back at the cake.

"Yeheey!" We all cheered again after he proudly blew his candle.

At that moment, I couldn't help but hold him in my arms and peppered him with kisses all over his chubby cheeks and face.