EPILOGUE

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"Mommy, can you help me?" I heard a small voice from the kitchen. "What is it, sweety?" I asked walking in. My eyes landed on the small boy, chocolate covering his hands and face. "Oh my god, you are you're fathers son." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. "Colby, come look at you're son." I yelled. "Hold on." He yelled back.

He came in, shirtless as usual. His eyes landed on Manny, and he let out a loud laugh. "Daddy, look!" Manny said, holding his hands out for us to see. "I see, and what did mommy think?" Colby asked, kneeling down next to him. "I don't think she's very happy." Manny said in a sad tone. "And what do we do to mommy when she isn't happy?" The smirk playing on his lips told me everything I needed to know. "We tickle her!" He yelled. "No, don't you dare. You're coming with me to the bathroom." I said, sternly.

"Daddy, please don't make me take a bath?" Manny begged. "You have to bud, you're messy." Colby said, picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom. I sighed and shook my head. I cleaned the counters off before Moon could get any of the chocolate, and headed into our room.

All in all, we ended up revamping the abandoned house, redid everything in it. We started living in it once we found out I was pregnant with Manny. It had been about six months after we got married, and Manny will be turning 5 in November.

Colby has started a career in music, which didn't surprise our friends, only the fans. Speaking of, they were stoked when they found out about the pregnancy and Manny. He is still doing videos every Friday, always finding new content to post.

I could tell it was only going to get better from here on out.

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