Anaiah's POV
TWO YEARS LATER
"Why are they fighting mama?" My two-year-old son asks, we are looking through our wedding photos.
"Aunt Arya and Rhea were fighting for Mama's bouquet," I respond kindly and he giggles, making my heart beat faster. My son is the cutest boy in the world even though he can be naughty half of the time.
"Why do they fight over flowers, they can just come and pick some from the garden here," He shrugs, turning the page, the photo I see next makes me smile, this is when we were making our escape.
"Well, it is said that whosoever catches it, will soon get married," I inform him.
"So, who caught the bouquet?"
"Honestly, it was a war in there and we still don't know however, they all got married to their mates,"
He grins and eats his cookie.
