Chapter 73. Epilogue

"Mom, Noah won't give me my toy to play with. He is being mean to me,” Lucas whined from the playroom, and I rolled my eyes at their antics. My boys had to be the greatest troublemakers, and they were equally stubborn. Sometimes, I wondered where they got their stubbornness from, because it wasn't me

"Noah, give your brother his toy, don't be naughty," I scolded from the home studio. They had a playroom across the hall, so I had to keep the door open when I was painting in the studio, but when they were home, I could almost paint nothing because I would spend the day resolving one issue or the other.

"But Mom, I want to play with it," I could hear the pout in his voice. Noah had exactly the same toy, but he always loved to play with his brother's own, even if they were the same as the ones he had. This was something I also dealt with every day. It was the same thing over and over again. 

"Noah, don't make me stand up. I need to finish this," I scolded, making