The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Could you love another

3 Years Later (HOW TIME HAS FLOWN :D)

Siana’s P.O.V.

“Mommy!” Alana shouts loudly, as soon as we enter the front door.

“Yes angel?” I asked, looking down into the big green eyes of my daughter.

“Can Evan come over later?” The hopefulness in her voice made me want to cave in, and say yes, but I knew I had to break her heart by saying there were already plans set aside.

“I’m sorry baby, but not today. Tomorrow, for sure, ok sweetie?”

I see a bit of sadness flood into her eyes, before her gaze drops to the floor near her feet. “That’s ok, mommy. I understand.”

Slowly, I kneel down to her level, using my thumb and index finger to tilt her head up and look at me. “I love you, sweetie. Why don’t you go upstairs and draw daddy a picture? He’ll be home really soon.”

Her eyes brighten up a bit, and she smiles from ear to ear. “Ok! When though?”

I look at the clock that was mounted above the dining room table, and then smile back at her. “Ten minutes, tops.”

Her long, skinny arms wrap around my neck, and she gives me a bone crushing hug. “Ok, but don’t let him come upstairs till it’s done! I want to make it perfect for him!”

“Alright angel, you do that!” I shout back to her, giggling as she barrels up the stairs.

It had been three years. Three long, close to perfect years. Not that there weren’t still things that seemed to want to drive a wedge between us, because there were. We just always worked our problems together.

Every day that passed, Alana seemed remind me about Caroline more and more. I didn’t find it sad, though. I thought it was beautiful. It made me believe that Caroline still lived in all of us, because we had Alana.

Mason and Mallory also tied the knot, which was a surprise. They tied the knot, and a year later came Samantha and Parker (A/N: Parker, being a girl, just so you know XD). Coincidence, I’d say. Not to mention all the other additions to the family. Elena and Trevor had been blessed with a baby girl, by the name of Lucilla, meaning Little Light. Destin had just turned four a few months ago, and Riley and Michael only recently had Gemma, who was turning four months old as of next week.

The family was still growing, too.

I was disturbed from my thoughts when I hear the front door open. Upon opening my eyes, I see Hunter walking through the front door with a guitar hanging off his back.

“How did recording go?” I asked from the sofa, snuggling up to a cover.

He sighs, letting a hand rub down his face tiredly. “Exhausting,” he mumbles. “Where’s Al?”