Epilogue

Brenda laid her last child on the bed gently so as not to wake him up. Dominick came behind her and held her waist.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Dominick whispered so as not to wake the baby.

“He is,” she whispered back. “Oh look at that.”

The baby had shifted in his sleep and looked like a teddy on the bed. He shifts at the most random times, in his bath, when he is playing and even when he is crying.

Brenda found it very cute, her little adorable boy. They chuckled silently and walked out of the room. Clara and Emily, Stella’s daughter ran to her, shouting playfully.

“Shh…your little brother is sleeping,” she hushed them.

“Can we go in and watch him sleep?” Emily asked.

“We want to see him do that cute thing he does when he sleeps. Please please please,” Clara jumped. She was such an energetic child.

“But you do it too,” Brenda told her.

“Oh yes! This,” Clara shifted and rolled on the ground. Emily joined her too. Brenda smiled at the