5 YEARS LATER

I wake up to little hands touching my face; I open my eyes and lock eyes with the same eyes like mine.

"Wake up, mummy, wake up, mummy," Caleb says, slapping my face with his little fingers. I can also 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 blonde hair and blue eyes. He is the cutest four years old out there in the world to me, my son.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I say, grabbing ...