Little Mistakes

Everything Changes

The epilogue at last. I hope you all enjoyed this cringe worthy book that past me thought was a great idea until reading it out loud.

Yes I know nothing in the song is matching I just thought some people would like to hear it.

Everything Changes is the most uplifting and happiest song in this musical cause Jeana finally stands up to her abusive husband and dumps him and raises her daughter with the help of Becky and Dawn.

Not here folks cause I done killed off Six, so now you get depression-

Time to finish it off with this final chaper.

For context, Milo is now five years old now.

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"Milo, time to wake up, breakfast is ready!"

The small raven haired boy groaned, rolling over with his dark green blanket given to him by aunty Two.

"Nooooo," he whined, keeping his brown eyes shut. The sound of footsteps made him shuffle, the sound of his bedroom door opening not bothering him.

"C'mon, we're heading down to the diner to go see Aunt Three and Aunt Two," Mono said, coming over to him. Milo groaned again, peeking his head out from his blanket burrito.

"No, five more minutes," he said, retreating back into the warmth. Mono gave a sigh, reaching and picking the bundle up in his arms.

"Then you leave me no choice," he said, a fake threatening tone in his voice.

Milo started to wiggle, trapped by his own fluffy cocoon. "No, wait, Mono-!"

"Seven, c'ere!"

Milo wiggled more, nearly climbing and falling out of the other's arms. Seven opened the door after a minute or two, an apron around his neck.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"We gotta a sleepy monster who doesn't want to get up. You know what we do with sleepy monsters," Mono said playfully.

"Ahh, I see. Yeah, I know what we do. Give them to the tickle monster! Rawwr!" Seven jumped at him, picking the small child up and out of his confines, holding him for Mono to tickle his sides.

"Uncle, uncle!" Milo shouted before anything could be done. Mono lowered his hands, faking a hurt look. "Awwwww, fine. At least that woke you up. C'mon, Champ, we gotta big day ahead of us."

Seven placed Milo down, ruffling his rich black hair, much to the smaller's annoyance. He gave a nod though, going over to his small closet to the side to pick out the shirt of the day.

The two colleagues left the room, Mono stuffing his hands in his jacket pocket. Once the door closed, he looked to the blue wearing other.

"Got a letter on Six's case today. The judge hasn't come to a conclusion yet still," he said, walking down the wooden stairs of their house.

"You're joking,"

"Wish I was,"

"That dumbass,"

Mono looked back, a bit stunned at hearing his housemate's curse, it wasn't like Seven to say anything vulgar, especially not with Milo around.

"You really liked her, huh?" Mono asked, standing in front of the door, grabbing his brown scarf from its rack.

"Yes, I did. So did you," Seven countered, putting on a pair of mittens. The South may have had harsh heat, but its winters were brutal.