*Seven Years Later*
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"Piper, please slow down," I begged the five year old, who was running around a path in DisneyLand.
"Oh, let her run, she's five," Dan laughed, hand interlaced with mine.
"Still, I don't want her getting hu-"
I was cut off by Lioh, Elise and Phil's two year old son, squealing, followed by everyone giggling.
"Mum-mummy!" He giggled, his beautiful, bright blue-green yes sparkling.
He looked so much like Phil.
She kissed his cheek.
"Piper," Dan cooed. "Do you want me to carry you?"
She giggled, her brunette hair flowing, the color of a mixture of Dan and mine.
She ran towards Dan, and she swung her legs around his hip.
He kissed her cheek, then smiled at me.
She had gorgeous, brown eyes with dark, full lashes.
She was so beautiful.
"What ride do you want to go on next?" I asked Piper with a smile.
"Teacups!" She gasped.
"Alright," I snickered, walking towards the Alice in Wonderland ride.
"I loved the un-birthday party," Phil laughed, holding Elise's hand.
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By now, we were finishing up in Sleeping Beauty's Castle, having a blast with the little ones.
"Mommy needs a nap," Elise and I said at the same time, then laughing.
The boys both had the little ones, talking.
"I miss YouTube, I kind of want to go back," I said. "I'm 27."
"And I'm 31, get over it," Elise laughed.
"Let's go to your place," I whined.
"Let's."
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