I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 38: Epilogue

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Chapter 38: Epilogue

5 Years Later

Shadé

England was at its best when it came to how cold it was this winter. I couldn't go a day without waking up and finding myself damn near tucked beneath Vincent's arm. His body gave more warmth than any blanket ever could.

I could've slept all day if it hadn't been for the little kisses I was getting on my cheek and forehead. I stirred slightly as I opened my eyes.

"Mewwy Chrishmash, mummy," a soft, innocent voice giggled.

I looked over my shoulder and saw my two youngest daughters, Valeria and Vincenza.

I smiled at the two toddlers. "Merry Christmas, my little princesses," I said in a tired voice.

"Okay, mummy's awake. Can we open our presents now? Please, daddy? Please," Valencia begged as she gave her dad a pleading expression.

"But, she has to get dressed first," Vincent said tauntingly.

"But you said when she wakes up, we can open them," Caine countered with creased brows. The older he got, the straighter his hair became. The same sort of went for Valencia, but her hair still had some curls to it. However, Caine's complexion wasn't as light as it had been when he was a baby, since it was beginning to develop a bit more pigment. Valencia was a little lighter than her baby self.

"Well, there's been a change of plans," Vincent chuckled, receiving a pouting glare from Valencia and Tori.

"That means we have to help mummy get ready," Venitra said in understandin, attracting everyone's attention.

The others nodded in agreement before scattering around the room. They pulled out dresses, shirts, jeans, pants, etcetera.

I looked up at Vincent's amused, and handsome, face. "I don't have to get dressed for them to open their presents," I said, twisting my mouth a little.

His brows briefly rose before falling back into their normal position. "I know, it's just funny to see them worked up," he chuckled.

I popped him on his stubble-covered chin before hopping out of bed. Vincenza, also known as as Vinnie, happily ran up to me. I smiled down at my three year-old daughter as she handed me a red long-sleeve dress.

"Hea, mummy. You wea red," she said sweetly.

"And daddy, you wear green," I heard Venitra say impatiently. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her throw a green sweater at his face.

"I was kidding," Vincent laughed as he removed the sweater from his face. All five of them gave him a weird look, except Valeria, the youngest at two years-old. She was still busy going through my clothes.

"But, there's presents downstairs! Christmas isn't a lie, is it," Caine asked, horrified. His English accent made it even more dramatic.

His sisters' eyes widened as they all looked at Vincent expectantly.