The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Epilogue: Ending a Novel

The recent changes in my life, have gifted many gleeful smiles and seldom understandings. As most do, I am learning to cope and maneuver through my steadily changing life. As many days pass by, I feel my stomach and heart flutter with the thought that someday, maybe at any moment, the biggest change of my life will happen.

I️ did not know that change would come so soon.

"Papa, why?" The small voice belonging to an even smaller human tugs at the back of jeans for the second time today.

"Why what, bud?" I️ ask finally turning to give the little nugget my full attention.

I️ was trying to fix lunch for the afternoon since Autumn is taking a nap and the little nugget tugged at my pants the first time to tell me he's hungry. I️ thought I️ would be able to slap together two grill cheese sandwiches for us before waking Autumn for a bowl of soup. Yet, the little nugget has other plans.

He looks up to me with those bright eyes. The specks of grey and blue dancing together beautifully. It still amazes me that I️ procreated this little human. I️ helped make this mocha-skinned grey eyed human.

Even if he were purple with black eyes and scaly skin I'd still be in awe. Not because of the oddness of that combo, but because I️ actually procreated something that is mine - partially anyways. I️ have to unfortunately share him with Autumn.

"Momma's stomach. It's huge. Like-Like the sun." He explains his eyes widening as if he experienced a revelation.

I️ chuckle at the little one and bend down to scoop him into my arms. I️ set him on the island, safely parted from the knife I️ was cutting apple slices with. I️ poke at his stomach while twisting my lip in thought.

This elicits a giggle from the little nugget as he impatiently demands an answer.

"Papa!" He scolds. "Please tell me. Is she sick?"

I️ steak a glance at him and look to the ceiling.

"Nope." I️ pop the p.

He twists his head to the side in that little nugget fashion as his visibly racks his brain for another question or perhaps a probable answer.

"Is she going to blow up? I️ heard mommy talk about boat one time."

That definitely caused me to life. This child's curiosity is darling and I️ know exactly who he got it from, Autumn of course. I️ laughed even harder at the fact that he is fearful of his mother. I️ probably shouldn't laugh as the little one is serious about his concern for his mother, but the beautiful innocence and imagination a child holds tickles me.

It's wonderful.

"No, that's bloat, nugget." I️ chuckle. "Now why would mommy blow up?" I️ had to ask.

"Cause... Because of that stomach. Something is hurting her." He whimpers. "She walks funny too!" He observes.

I️ inhale and exhale deeply and slowly. I️ obviously need to stop teasing the child before he has a panic attack.

"Noel your mommy is perfectly fine. You know why?"

"No Papa, that's why I️ ask you!" He exclaims as if we've been through this a hundred times.

Although, it seems like we have.

"Someone's quite passionate to be a five year old." I️ tease earning nothing but a glance of impatience.

He is so much like his mother it baffles me and scares me at the same time. He is certainly going to be trouble when he begins to ensue his passions of girls and other things I️ could care less to think about right at the moment.