Liar, Liar

Epilogue

{Epilogue}

2 year later

The sound of a baby's crying made me groan in irritation. The wailing of little Harry interrupted my sleep yet again.

Every night for the last five days, I'd been woken by him.

I rolled over, "James, baby, can you get Harry? His crying again."

James let out a snore, letting me know that Harry's crying hadn't woken him.

"Don't worry, I'll do it," I mumbled, mainly to myself. Forcing myself out of bed, I slowly made my way out of our bedroom, down the hall and into the baby's room.

"Harry? What's up, bud?" I whispered, flicking on the lamp that stood next to the door.

The baby saw me, stopped crying for a moment, and then started again. I groaned, making sure to curse in my head, because Sam had told me that Harry was probably going to start talking soon and we didn't want him saying naughty words.

"Hey, little guy," I cooed, picking him up. Just my luck, his crying seemed to increase. "Please stop crying. I have to go to university tomorrow." Not that Harry was listening, but another thing Sam had told me was talking to him was going to help him say good words. Honestly, I doubt his gonna say University anytime soon, but whatever pleases my sister I'll do.

I sat down on the chair perched in the corner of the blue room, holding Harry steadily in my arms.

"Guess what, Hazza?" That's the name I'd stared calling him - Sam disapproves. "I'm going to kill your mummy."

That seemed to calm his crying down a few notches.

"Yes I am," I cooed, bouncing him lightly on my knee.

Eventually he was sleeping in my arms, all signs of his tears gone. I stood, gently putting him in his cot. My fingers brushed the sandy blonde hair he'd gotten from Colton off his forehead.

"That's it buddy, sleep tight." I whispered, leaving the room again. Once I made it back to James and my room, I snuggled back into bed.

After a minute of silence, James spoke up.

"How is he?" I could hear the mischievious glint in his voice; the bastard had been awake the whole time.

"Asshole," I said to the darkness, turning my back to him. He started laughing. "No sex for a week."

The laughing immediately stopped. "Let's not go to extremes now, hon."

I smirked, and did what he did to me ten minutes ago.

Let out a fake snore.

The end...
For real this time.