Eighteen Years Later
Stella's P.O.V
I was cooking breakfast until I heard my oldest daughter yawn. I looked over to see her in her pajamas.
"Morning, sweetie," I said.
"Morning mom," Paisley yawned.
"How was your sleep?" I asked.
"Good," She said.
"Don't forget, we're going out today," I told her.
"Alright. Where's dad and Bruce?" Paige asked me.
"Probably out," I told her.
"Really? It's barely even seven thirty," She told me.
"You know how your father and brother is on practicing sports," I told her.
"Morning!" I heard Jasper yell.
"Speaking of who," I said.
I saw Jasper and Bruce walk in. I smiled as they walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie," Jasper said, trying to lean in for a kiss.
"Shower first, kissing later," I told him.
"Alright. I'll be back in a bit,
