When I wake up... You will be here

Epilogue

“Dad,” the voice echoed in my ears. I groaned and snuggled more against Emma.

“Dad, wake up. Dad...” The small hands waved my shoulder and gave pats on my face.

“Emma, your children need you,” I told her in a growl.

“They are your children when I’m pregnant.”

“Remember me to lock the door the next time.”

I growl again and sat on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms. My back creaked and giggles came from the lips of my sons. I blinked a few times and I ran into a pair of blue eyes and a pair of green eyes.

“And your brother?” I asked.

I looked out of edge of the bed and saw Emmet trying to climb into bed. His little arms and little legs were not enough to push him above a bed of his same height. I rolled my eyes and taking him by the arms I carried him up to bed.

“What are you doing awake on a Sunday at six o'clock?”

“You promised we were going to eat ice cream,” Ethan responds.

Jason pouts and Emmet goes straight where Emma is and snuggles into her chest. She strokes his hair black and he smiles.

“But not at six o’clock,” I say.

Jason scratches his brown hair and Ethan looks at me with a frown. Emmet sits and looks at me with gray eyes. He still not knows how to speak but I know what he wants. Understanding that we cannot sleep more Emma sits on the bed. She sighs and rests her head on my shoulder.

Ethan and Jason give her a good morning kiss on the cheek and then sit in front of me again.

“We’ll go for the ice cream after lunch. Now I'm going to prepare you breakfast,” Emma says and caresses Jason's face.

Ethan and Jason exit the bedroom running and talking while Emmet tries to keep up with them with his baby legs.

“Good morning,” I whisper and she smiles.

“Good morning,” she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I haven’t had another dream like the one I had like four years ago, but I made several changes. I forbade Emma to drive unless she’s accompanied by me or Marcus or Daniel. She was angry with me like for two weeks but eventually she gave up.

We are not the perfect couple. We discuss like any other marriages, usually for stupid things. What is different is that we always try to solve the problems instead of going straight to divorce as many others.

We two left the bed; Emma's belly still hasn’t grown more than a few inches. Dragging our feet we two went downstairs. We entered the kitchen. Ethan and Jason were already seated at the table while Emmet hopped to climb up the chair.

“And where do you think you're going?” I tell him I took him in my arms and he laughs.

I hold him against my waist. He puts his arms around my neck so he doesn’t fall. These three are totally different. Both, physically and in their personalities.

Ethan was tough, not afraid of anything and was very competitive. He was identical to Emma. Straight blond hair and blue eyes. Jason was quieter; he wasn’t jumping around the house all day. It gave him more to stay listening to music than to go out to push with other children. He looked just like me. Green eyes and curly brown hair.

Emmet... Well, Emmet was another case. Since he started walking toward a couple of months ago he hasn’t stop demonstrating that he loves football. And he seems like Emma’s father, gray eyes and black hair...