Author's Note: FINALLY ITS THE LAST PART! BY THE WAY I THINK ALL MY TEACHERS THINK I RUN A FANFIC BLOG. Literally they keep piling work on me but you know what I wrote the last part. That's all that matters. This one is long and soft™. Enjoy loves and always I enjoy reading your feedback and comments. xxx M
Two years later
"Can you lower it?" Courtney raised her voice at us. "I have a pounding headache and I don't need Ethan waking up"
I took the remote from the couch and lowered the volume. I walked into the dining room, seeing Ethan sleep so peacefully in his baby bouncer. I smiled, looking down on him. He was two months. Two months ago when I finally became a Godmother. I always felt like a Godmother, especially to Zoey and Mason. I've grown closer to them in the past two years.
Zoey finally started the first grade and thanks to the conflicting parents schedules, I was the one who had to pick up Zoey every weekday after work. Except for Fridays. I spent Fridays being out with friends or going on dates. Well, at first I spent Fridays going on dates. As for the past three months, I stopped going on dates. I was taking a break. I did meet a few great guys with some lasting and standing out more than others. They were all great yet I didn't feel as if that was important. All that mattered was that none of them made me feel complete or at least made me happy enough to want a future with them. I don't mean that in a negative way. I did want a future with someone yet every time I tried I felt that there was something missing. Something that I needed time to realize. Time away from dating. Instead I spent that time with family and friends.
I placed the remote on dining table next to Ethan's bouncer. I walked into the kitchen where my sister was cleaning dishes. I rolled up my the sleeves of my blue sweater to my elbows.
"Let me do it" I said to her, trying to lighten her load.
She looked to me, appearing completely exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes. More darker than mine. She looked back to the sink, continuing to wash them.
"Don't" My sister said. "I'm almost done anyways"
"Are you sure?" I asked. "You look like you're gonna collapse"
"Yes Y/N" She said. "I just need a nap"
I moved closer to her, rolling my sleeves down again. She looked at the sleeves of my sweater.
"How many years do you have that blue sweater still?" She asked with a tone of disgust. "6? 7? 8?"
"Seven" I answered, smiling in pride.
My sister shook her head, turning the sink off.
"You should just throw it out" She suggested. "There are holes in it"
I looked down to my wrists that was mostly covered by my sweater with some of my skin peeking through the small holes. She was right but I wasn't going to throw it out. It's my favorite sweater anyways.
"Just in the hand sleeve there is" I told her. "I can't anyways. It's my favorite"
"You're an idiot" My sister said, drying her hands with the dish towel.
I was about to retaliate her words but my phone buzzing in my jeans' back pocket ruined the timing. I took out my phone and saw it was Elma calling me. I pressed the accept button and held the phone to my ear.
"Hi honeyy!" I said in a warm excited voice to Elma.
My sister gave me a disapproving and judgmental look. She walked away from me to the living room.
"Hey boooo" Elma said back in a playful tone. "I have a question for you"
"What is it?" I asked her.
