Chapter Two Hundred Eighty Eight

Epilogue.

Henry.

A little body jumped onto the king-size bed, waving the mattress and waking me up from the deep sleep that I had been engulfed in.

The fucking hell.

I need no one to tell me who it was.

I snapped out of my sleep just as Gwen burrowed further beneath the comforter in her deep sleep. I tried to hold her before Nate jumped on the bed but yet again I was late.

Jesus!

He always do this every morning and I'm tired ot correcting him everytime.

“Nate,” I called.

“Papa, wake up, wake up,” Nathaniel sang jubilantly and then crawled towards me while dressed in his SpongeBob pajamas.

It's his favorite pajamas.

“It’s Saturday which means cake time, mommy. Wake up,” he said again but unknown to him, Gwen was too deep in his sleep to notice anyone.

Crazy pregnancy brain. I swear.

She wouldn't hear a thing.

Also unknown to Nathaniel, he failed to notice the giant lumps of his twin under the comforter wrapped around Gwen’s body. I sighed when I caught the s