Response || Malum || (Sequel to Reaction)

Epilogue

Calum's POV

6 years later

"Logan! Sophie!" I shouted from the kitchen, hoping that the kids heard me from where ever they were.

"Yeah dad?" Logan's voice questioned from the doorway. He must've been in the living room playing with his Legos.

"Where's your sister?" I asked the little boy who was already dressed up for the occasion.

"I d'know." He shrugged.

"Did you brush your teeth?" I asked, walking over to him and he began to giggle which told me he hadn't.

"No." He giggled and I reached down to tickle him.

"Then you better get upstairs and brush them before the tickle monster attacks again." I teased, sticking out my fingers to make the tickle monster appear.

Before I could tickle Logan anymore he bolted for the stairs still in a fit of giggles. I laughed to myself for a second before I decided not to follow him. Michael was upstairs if he needed anything and I needed to find Sophie. I walked through the living room and the dining room with no luck. In a last ditch effort I went into our game room but there was still no sign of Sophie.

"Sophie Grace if you're downstairs you better come out of your hiding spot!" I called out to the empty rooms. She's been obsessed with hide and seek lately.

Just as I walked back in to the kitchen the little brown eyed girl appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a purple sundress with flowers on it. She looked upset for some reason but at least she finally made an appearance.

"Daddy, Dad is crying." She pouted and I scrunched up my face in confusion. Michael was crying?

"Dad is crying?" I questioned, walking over to pick up the little girl and hold her on my hip as we went upstairs.

"Yes he's on your bed crying." She said still looking concerned about Michael. I was a little concerned too to be honest. Michael never cried in front of the kids.

"Well why don't you go brush your teeth while I go check on your dad?" I reasoned with Sophie when we reached the top of the stairs.

"But!" She tried to argue.

"No buts go brush your teeth." I said sternly and shooed her in the direction of the bathroom. Sophie whined the entire way to the bathroom but once she was out of sight I went in search of Michael.

Like Sophie had said, Michael was sitting on our bed with his head in his hands. He was dressed in as suit just like I was but he didn't have his shoes on just yet. I walked through the door and stood in front of him but even then he didn't look up at me.

"I hate funerals." His voice was muffled from his hands but I was definitely able to hear him.

"I know you do." I nodded, looking around the room.

"Is it bad that I don't want to go?" Michael's green eyes finally looked up to me and they were filled with such sadness. It physically pained me to see Michael broken down like this.

"No I'm pretty sure it's normal to feel that way." I assured him, taking a seat next to him on the bed. He immediately leaned over to put his head on my shoulder and I grabbed his hand.

"I don't know if I can do this." He sniffled and I squeezed his hand tighter.

"Sophie was very concerned that her dad was crying." I said in hopes of lightening the mood. Michael looked up at me with a small smile playing on his lips.