10 years later..
Steve had just woken up after a night he had been busy doing his kids' chores, making up a story about a vacation with the family. Because her children always cry when they talk about family, she finally made up the story herself.
This morning he was ready to take a bath and take care of his two children who are still in school and are still very spoiled. He showered with lightning-fast movements, put on modest clothes and chose to walk straight to his children's room.
"Bella.. Gerald.. come on wake up kid, it's noon and you have to go to school." Steve gently patted his two children's cheeks one by one, they even looked reluctant to get up in a hurry, still hugging each other's bolsters. Instead of getting up, they covered their ears so they wouldn't be disturbed.
