Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

35. - EPILOGUE

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                                                 12 years later

"Mommy!" Harry came to me with his lower lip puckered up while I was getting out of the car, "Hannah doesn't want to hold my hand. She said I'm embarrassing!"

I rolled my eyes and grinned. 

"Hannah!" I called my daughter's name and she appeared in front of me. 

She looked so much like her dad. Eyes, nose, lips, same smile, same mimic. And hair as well. 

"Why don't you want to hold your brother's hand?" I kneeled down in front of her. 

My ten year old furrowed her face and sighed heavily. 

"It's embarrassing! He's a kid and he always asks stupid questions," she looked at me. 

"You both are kids, my little sunshine," I pinched her cheek lightly and she finally smiled, "but you're five years older than Harry and that means you are able to take care of him and be responsible ... even in this way, to hold his hand. We don't want him to get lost, right? And you know he adores you. You're his big sister and he looks up to you in so many ways. Could you please do this for me?" I smiled and she nodded, hugging me. She then came to her brother and took him by the hand. I smiled. I felt so much love and pride. 

My kids are so different. Hannah is 10, she loves dancing and singing and she's extrovert, like her dad. She's into music, mainly Linkin Park and Pearl Jam. She absolutely adores going to work with her dad and she wants to be an actress too. She likes to learn about history and classical english literature, and doesn't like anything connected to math and physics. She definitely got that from me. 

On other hand, Harry is five, he loves reading encyclopedias about physics and dinosaurs, he knows every dinosaur by his name and he loves to tell us about it. He's interested in politics which contains that every Sunday after lunch he sits down next to me, we watch political broadcasts together and he comments on it. Sometimes we call him 'our little Sheldon' as he reminds us Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. And not to forget, his biggest passion is cooking. And food in general. 

They are different in a lot of aspects, but they love hanging out together, they love both of their grandparents and holidays they spend at their places. And also when I read fairytale before sleep to Harry, Hannah always comes from her room to his and they fall asleep together, cuddling each other. Everytime when I look at them, my heart's about to burst from love. They are my reason to live. And my husband, of course. 

We were walking through Rodeo Drive in LA to the bakery. It was warm outside, sunny, lot of people in the streets as it was Friday afternoon. Hannah and Harry were walking in front of me, holding hands and Harry was excitedly gibbering about something. 

"How was the school, my bubs?" I stroked Hannah's raven hair. 

"It was cool, we have no homework, thank God. But missis Suzie gave me the book from library, because I finished the last one yesterday. It's from ... Darles Chickens?" she looked at me and I laughed. 

"Charles Dickens," I corrected her and kissed her forehead, "so you finished Jane Eyre? Do you want to talk about it in evening?" 

It is our habit. She reads some classic and after she finishes the book, we talk about it. I love these little moments with her. 

"Yes, mommy. I really liked it. And also, Katie asked me if we could have sleepover this weekend, but I declined and told her that it's my dad's birthday and I can't. But maybe next weekend? Please?"