Three years later.
Jade’s P.O.V.
As I was in James’s office kissing his neck, suddenly our two little trouble makers came running in.
“Nicholas Tyson North, Nathan Tyler North, how many times have I told you not to run in the house, huh?” I ask our wild sons.
“Lot’s of times mommy!!” They say, a little annoyed.
“I’m sorry mommy, Natey made me, we were playing War, and it was my turn to destroy him. What was I supposed to do?” Nick says, trying to shove his older brother under the bus.
“That is so not true, I ran in here to throw you off my scent, not my fault you followed me.” Nate fires back.
“Oh, stop blaming each other, why don’t we go watch a movie in mommy and Daddy’s room. Isay, before picking both of them up and carrying them to our room, as James slowly followed in suit.
