Pregnant with the italian's baby ✔

Epilogue?! (part 1)

A/N.
I know that this is long overdue but I want to finish this story and this is the only time I have to write.

Yes,I will be making a sequel but it won't be going up for now because I want to update that book regularly and not have it end up like this one.

I'm so sorry for this hella delayed update! I'm the worst.

Also this epilogue will be different from the previous one because I honestly don't remember what was in the previous one.

I'm done now.

Epilogue.

3 years later.

"Mama!" Aless yelled running into the bedroom holding something in his small hands.

'So much for sleeping.' I mumbled to myself as he tried to get onto the bed. I smiled at his efforts and went to lift him onto the bed, I sat upright and held him in my arms, I rested my chin on his curly head of hair and the scent of his coconut conditioner pleased me as I realized that Mariano indeed washed his hair when he bathed him this morning. He said he did but I wanted confirmation, is that wrong?

"What you got there, baby?" I asked Aless as my eyes glanced at the papers he held in his hand.

He shifted himself in my lap so that he was now facing me.
"Tickets." He said barely pronouncing the word and holding it up so I could see it. They were plane tickets, and just as I was about to take them from him Mariano walked into the room.

"Why does Lessy have plane tickets?" I questioned looking up at him.

He sat on the bed beside me and took Aless onto his lap and Lessy smiled up at his Dada, his words not mine.

"We're going on vacation." He said with a wide smile. Those four words had me overly excited! My eyes went wide with excitement and it took all that was in me not to jump on the bed, I always tell Aless not to do that so I can't be a hypocrite and do what I tell him not to.

I haven't had a break since the day Lessy was born, raising a child is not an easy task but it's worth it when you see them smile and do those silly little things that make you smile and that complete you. Knowing that my baby is happy is enough happiness to last me a lifetime.

Mariano's smile grew when he noticed how smiley Aless was while looking between his parents.

"So, where are we going?" I said bouncing up and down a little.

"Guess." He said and stood up with Aless in his arms and they both left the room.

About a minute later they returned with Aless wearing a rastafarian hat with fake locks in it and Mariano wearing a headband that says 'Jamaica' and waving the Jamaican flag in the air.

"Jamaica mon!" Aless said loudly, it was hilarious because he could barely say the word. I knew Mariano told him to say that but it didn't take away from how funny it was.

It was stereotypical for people to think that Jamaica and 'mon' and Jamaica and 'dread locks' correlated, and trust me I hated stereotypes but when your three years old son says something like that you can't help but laugh.

"We're going to Jamaica!?" I shouted and ran to my babies and kissed both of them.

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The airport has never been my favourite place, mostly because of the slow service and the fact that it's almost always packed. And the suitcases just add to the torture. But, luckily we were traveling privately. I say that as modest as possible.