EPILOGUE

5 YEARS LATER

I wake up to little hands touching my face; I open my eyes and lock eyes with the same eyes like mine.

"Wake up, mummy, wake up, mummy," Caleb says, slapping my face with his little fingers. I can also feel his little knees pressing into my stomach. He must be on top of me. Caleb is the male version of me. He has the same blonde hair and blue eyes. He is the cutest four years old out there in the world to me, my son.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I say, grabbing his hands to stop him from hitting my face.

"Good, you are up, mummy," Caleb says, dropping down from on top of me. He stands at the edge of the bed with by his sister.