He's A Bad Boy

Epilogue

WEVE REACHED THE END!! (The photo is my reaction)

❤️Just quickly want to thank you all for sticking by me through this book. Love you all! ❤️

Epilogue

"Wake up, honey" I said, kissing his cheek. The stubble on his cheeks brushed against my lips as I showered his cheek with kisses. He emitted a groan, burying his face further into my chest, hugging me tighter. I laughed and ruffled his hair. "If you don't wake up, I swear I will get a bucket of ice and throw it over you" I said threateningly.

"You're heartless if you do that" he grumbled, draping his leg over me.

"Well, you married a heartless woman. That's your problem" I responded, pushing the blankets off us and springing out of bed. I pushed open the curtains and let the sunlight stream into our bedroom. Nate almost hissed as the light touched his face, and covered himself under the blanket.

"Come on, it's a very important day for Brayden, we have to be at his school" I said. At the sound of Brayden's name, Nate sat up and rubbed his eyes, before looking at me with a smile.

"Happy Mothers' Day, babe" He put his arms out for a hug, and I responded. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed the top of my head, and I sighed.

They said we wouldn't work we decided to get married at the tender age of 22. But we both knew what we wanted, and I believed in us. Neither of us had been in a long-term relationship before, neither of us had ever committed. After 4 years of dating, and our love for each other just kept growing, we knew we were each others' 'One and Only'.

"Probably should wake the kids up" I said after a while. Pulling away, I placed a kiss on his lips before getting up to awake the others. Nate and I had had two of our own children, but I don't like to think that way. I like to say we have three of our own children, because Brayden is also my own son. Sometimes I forget that I didn't give birth to him, but the definition of a mother is more than just birth. It's the love, care and support that comes with being a mum, and I like to pride myself in being Brayden's mum. It took him a few weeks to get used to call me his Mum, but he's gotten the hang of it now.

I smiled when I reached his door, seeing the plethora of superhero posters stuck on his door. He graffitied his name on the door, and stuck on many 'Keep Out' signs. He had meant for those signs to be threatening, but I honestly just found them cute. I knocked on the door a few times, and was surprised when he responded.

"What's up?" I asked, seeing him awake and spinning in his chair. Brayden was a sleeper, like his father, so seeing him wide awake confused me.

"Mum, I'm nervous" He whispered. I picked him off the chair and sat on the chair, putting him on my lap.

"What for, honey?" I questioned.

"My Mothers' Day Speech, Mum. I'm so worried about it" he put his head on my chest. I kissed his head. It sometimes blew my mind when I realised he was 12 already. And believe me, there were some nasty people out there that judged him for having such young parents. It broke my heart, but his teacher had assured me that his speech was going to astound everyone and clear the air of all the mean things.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, honey. I love you and I know you'll smash it" I chuckled, ruffling his golden hair.

"Thanks Mum"

"Well, I better go wake the others up." I sighed.

Two months after marriage, I finally became pregnant with my first child. Brayden was quite sad for a bit when he found out he would no longer be the only child, but he was over the moon once the baby came. Seven years his junior, Brayden finally had a playmate. We named him Evan, after Nate's middle name. Evan was a ball of energy. Still is, at the tender age of 5. His hair was the same shade of brown as mine, but his eyes were the a replica of his father's. I didn't even have a chance to reach his room before he came speeding out, throwing his arms around my legs.