Apphia's pov
I'm lying on a picnic blanket at the royal lake, surrounded by lovely and colorful flowers as spring is upon us. The sky is blue, and the heat warms my skin. It is incredible, amazing. Life has been wonderful. I'm married to my mate, and I have two children, one of whom is on the way.
Nicholas and our three-year-old, Jacks, are playing a delightful game away from me, chasing each other. A pleasant squeal from my son makes me raise my head. I put the book I was reading away. Nicholas' laughter echoes a distance away, and my heart warms.
" Daddy, no tickling!"
I hear footsteps and running. My beautiful boy appears first and runs into open arms. Jacks is Nicholas's carbon copy, but he has purple eyes flecked with silver, like me.
" Save me from the tickle monster, Mommy,"
