The Don's Sweetener [18+]

Epilogue

"Domi!" I yelled at my three and a half year old son trying to climb the rail of the balcony with his face painted like a a pirate.

"Yeh, mama!" He said cutely and I felt my anger melt and replace with adoration and awe.

He was an amazing boy. And he made me see the world as a different place.

As a better place.

I placed my hands on my hip and glared playfully at him.

"Whatchu think you're doing young man?" I asked.

"Uh...pwaying?" He said pouty.

I pout. "You're gonna fall off of thirty feet if you keep playing there, hon!" I said moving to take his little body off the rail where he hangs like a Kuala.

"Okay." He pouts once I put him down on the balcony floor.

"Let's go wash you're face, huh?" I asked taking his hand in mine.

He nodded and skipped to the bathroom with me.

I was held back every now and then because most of the times I couldn't keep up with his pace.

I was big and round and fat with my second pregnancy.

And I was at five and a half months.

The doctors said there might be two.

But two kids at a time at my condition was harmful and dangerous.

But still I was keeping it.

And I really hoped they were both girls.

I hope they were two little dolls.

I helped Domi stand on the tool before turning on the tap and wash his face with baby soap.

He pouts when I wash his cheek making me giggle.

"Do you want to go to nonno's today?" I asked him as I used a small towel to pat his face dry.

He nodded excitedly.

"What do you want to do when you go to nonno's?" I ask.

"Pway!" He squeals.

"What are you gonna play with?"

"Guns!" He yelled excitedly making me sigh.

He means paint guns.

No bullets or real guns.

He played with guns that shoot paint balls instead of bullet.

"What colors are you gonna shoot with the gun?" I ask leading him out of the bathroom.

"Blue and grewen and yollow!" He said.

"Can you tell what color is that wall?" I asked pointing at the blue wall in his room.