Signing Love (#Wattys 2018)

Epilogue

20 years later

Sami POV

Poke. Poke. Poke.

I just really needed my sleep, but not everyone can get what we need. And why is that? Because someone *cough* Cole *cough* keeps getting in the way of me getting that something I need.

I slapped Cole's hand away from my cheek even though my eyes were closed. He really needed to stop.

"Stop it." I whined. I didn't want to wake up. It might have been twelve in the afternoon, and I might still be in bed, but I slept really late last night.

"You need to wake up, Gumdrop. You know that we need to pack up for the trip next week." Right. The trip to Italy next week. Cole needed to go on a business trip. And since we haven't gone to Italy in a while, we decided to go.

"We can also pack tomorrow." I rolled over onto my stomach and stuck my arms under the pillow, having my hair cover my face from the sunlight like a curtain.

"You sure you're not going to wake up right now?"

"If you leave right now, I'd be glad to sleep."

"You asked for it."

I don't know what he meant by that. What did I ask for? Well, sleep. But... he sounded mischievous.

After about a couple seconds, I sprang out of bed, feeling a huge wave of cold water over me. When did I get thrown into an ocean? I wiped my face dry with my hands,  but it still wasn't enough to get all the water off my face.

"Cole! What the fuck!" I yelled at him. I suddenly got up, chasing Cole around the house. Like, seriously? I don't wake up, so he just has to pour a bucket of freezing cold water on me.

I quickly run into the bathroom, and turn on the faucet in the tub, having ice cold water run into a bucket that I held. After the bucket was full, I went out of the bathroom, to the railing. Instead of going all the way down to the first floor, I decided to do something different.

From the second floor, I saw Cole's head, turning to look at where I might be. I tilted the bucket over, and waited until all the water was all out. I bent over the railing to see that Cole is soaking wet, his eyes filled with anger; the playful type.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" I asked him.

"It will be once you come down here."

"I won't!"

"You will." He ran up the stairs, eager to get to me. Me being too slow, got caught.

He threw me over his shoulder, taking me down the stairs.

"Put me down, Cole!" I started hitting his back with my small fists. This kept on going for a good te minutes.

As Cole was about to throw a bucket of cold water on me, I stepped out of the way, only to have the cold water hit someone else.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE??!" And that was the voice of my son, Chase. "I never asked to do the ALS Challenge this year." He walked into the house, shivering like crazy.

"I never did either." I mumbled.

"You were the one who was sleeping." Cole fired back.

"People sleep. That's another way of getting energy. And you started it."

"Well, it's going to end now." Chase replied. I took my wet hair up into my hands, and made a ponytail.

"Where did you go?" I asked Chase.