Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

Epilogue

PLAYLIST:
talking to the moon - bruno mars

4 Years Later

Faith's POV

I peak through the window, my hands slowly drying the last dish. My head moves from side to side, waiting until I can see them. My anxiety is a little under control, but I haven't felt much of control since I became a mother.

Their yelling is what calms me down, hearing them bicker to each other before they appear through the window, walking side by side.

"Mum, guess what I did today!" Alex tells me as he takes his shoes off at the front of the kitchen's open door.

I smile, placing the dish on the open rack next to the sink. Drying my hands on my jeans, I step toward my two curious children whom have just tended to the goats and chickens.

"Mum, mum! I helped the chicks enter their coop!" Ava says behind Alex after she's also managed to take her shoes off before entering our home. It was a rule we had established as soon as we moved into our new home. No shoes were to be inside the house if anyone were to go out to the farm.

"And I fed the goats their supper!" Alex says, trying to push his sister to the side. Of course, she retaliated by pushing him back. There was a lot of that between those two, but it was normal as long as we didn't let it go further than that.

"That's great, kids. I'm so happy that you've learnt to take care of the animals." I tell them, hugging both of them on either side of me. Their arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me for a while before they let go and start to the door again.

"Daddy's outside, mumma," Ava informs me, putting her shoes back on.

"He wanted us to come get you so we could go on our walk." Alex continues, putting his shoes on. "Come on! He's waiting for us!" He says before he runs off to the stables where Zayn is.

"I'll wait for you, mumma." Ava stays behind as I make sure I haven't left anything on. I smile, taking her hand before I step into my shoes at the door. We walk hand in hand to the stables, and I listen to her tell me about her day.

When we reach the stables, I find Alex standing next to Zayn as they touch our white horse, Cool's head. Zayn had bought him for us a year after we moved in. It had taken us a while to rebuild the stables before we could have a horse, and when we were able to, Zayn came in one Sunday morning and surprised the kids and I. He and the kids chose his name and I gave them their blessing.

"You want to be gentle alright, lad," Zayn tells Alex as they continue to run their hands down Cool's nose. "He can feel our energy so as long as we're calm, he'll be calm, too."

"Can I feel him too, daddy?!" Ava asks. As soon as Zayn nods his head, she runs towards their direction and does as they do. I hear Zayn tell her the same thing before he leaves them be and walks around them, meeting me in the middle of the stables.

"Well doesn't somebody look gorgeous today," He smirks, pulling me to his side and wrapping his arm around me before kissing me softly. "I'm joking, you look gorgeous every day."

I roll my eyes at his comment, my head resting on his shoulder to peak at the little body perched on his opposite arm.

"Hi baby."

The baby's brown eyes watch me. He blinks for a second before he smiles, his little mouth opening as he coos.

Our little Bodhi Malik. Just a little over six months old.

He giggles, his body moving in Zayn's arm from excitement. Zayn supports him on his hip, pulling him close.

He was so similar to his father. The same brown eyes, the same jet black hair. The only difference was that he had more of my features. My cheeks, my smile, my eyebrows. He was almost identical to when Ava was a baby, and she liked to take pride in that when we told her. The only little difference between them was that he was chubbier than her, weighing a little over eight pounds compared to her being six pounds just like Alex.