5 YEARS LATER
I wake up to little hands touching my face. When I open my eyes, I lock gazes with eyes the same as mine.
“Wake up, mummy, wake up, mummy,” Caleb says, slapping my face with his little fingers. I feel his little knees pressing into my stomach. He must be on top of me. Caleb is the male version of me. He has the same blond hair and blue eyes. He’s the cutest four-year-old out there in the world.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I say, grabbing his hands to stop him from hitting my face.
“Good, you’re up, mummy,” Caleb says, dropping down from on top of me. He stands at the edge of the bed with his sister.
“How was your night, sweethearts?” I ask, sitting up. I lift Amelia from the side of the bed, while she still has her thumb in her mouth. Amelia is daddy's little angel. She
