Aimee’s POV
---After 5 Years---
I feel a presence approaching but I stayed my eyes close. His warm breath brush against my cheek and I can feel his hand waving in front of my face. His small little hands clutch into my sleeves and try to shake my body.
“Mommy?” he calls. I feel him leaning forward and waving his hands again in my face in the hopes of waking me up. “Mommy, I want ice cweam. You pwomish!” I can imagine him pouting while glaring at me. I fight the urge to stop myself from smiling. But when he jumps onto my belly and grinds on top of me, I burst out laughing. “Mommy, wake up wake up!”
“Fine! Calm down, Amler!” I say in between my laughs. I wrap my arms around his small fluffy waist as I sit on the sofa seat where I took a nap. I give him a long kiss on his forehead and sh
