**7 years later.**

"Not to run?" I scolded and Noah babbled as he placed his hands on my cheeks. I sighed heavily because I can never be mad at him. "Let's get you inside, and change."

“Mama.." He said as he lay his head on my shoulder. I smiled lightly. He just said mama, his first word, a few days ago and I couldn't stop crying as always.

“Mom! Evan isn't giving me my barbie doll.” Lottie groaned. She's six years old, blonde, little, and a daddy's girl just like her elder sister Emma.

“Evan! Give back Lottie's Doll." I said and walked into Noah's bedroom and into his bathroom...