Fighter

Epilogue

......Six years later...

- You have yours you know.

- Yours tastes better. - He laugh, his
lips lined up with white frosting of sugar. That smile that lets him get anything from me. Just like his mother.

I give him a playful pat on the hand that tries to scrape the covering of sugar from my plate with his finger.

- Wash your hands when you're done,
little pig. - I stand up. - We're leaving in five minutes. We don't want you to be late on your first day of kindergarten. I'm going pick up my shoes. put your plate
in the sink when you finish eating our breakfasts.

- I don't mind being late — Harry whimpers a little. In the last few weeks he has been nervous about starting the kindergarten, although he will never admit it. The boy idealizes his mother so much that he thinks that he can't be afraid of anything, just like Y/N.

- Well, I do. Therefore, move there, kid - I provoke, as I run up to put on my shoes.

My cell phone rings before I can go back downstairs. It's the tenth message from Y/N this morning. She feels bad for not being here to accompany Harry on his first day at school, but I'm glad she decided go to Vegas a few days ago to see Henry's fight. After a rocky start, upon discovering the existence of another, Y/N and Henry found their way. Lately, the two spend so much time talking, it looks like they're trying to make up for the
wasted time, though, if you ask them, they'll swear that everything they talk has to do with the new gyms that Y/N and I are opening with Henry, an extension of
Johansson's business on the west coast.

But if you ask me, the toss of business was just to give them one more excuse to
spend more time together. Unconsciously, my hand goes down to the little bump growing again in my belly. I hope it is another boy. I would love to have a little girl just like Y/N the same age as a little boy just like Henry, although I must risk that we would have a lot of broken furniture when the two little ones find out
the fights.

He is fine. Is not even a little nervous.

I lie, replying to the message when she asks again ow is Harry? Telling Y/N that her miniature is nervous will only make
her feel even more guilty.

How is Henry this morning.

Last night, Henry defended his title for the fourth time. The fight was the
shortest so far, lasted almost a minute
before Henry won by technician knockout.

He is still sleeping.

Is he hurt more than it appeared
on TV?

He's badly hurt. Just not cause of the fight. There was a big celebration after. LOL.

Okay, behave.

Always. Be home tonight.
Take care of my boys.

You don't know yet if this will be a boy.

I caress my belly.

Of course I know.

I smile, shake my head and roll my eyes.

Harry is standing at the door, waiting for me to come down. He looks at me, his big green eyes nervous behind a sea of dark eyelashes. It squeezes my heart, but I don't let him see that I know that he is afraid. The Y/L/N's are a proud little bunch, and I don't want damage his ego.