Epilogue
One year and half later or thereabouts.
Darius
Giggles made me smile as I watched my almost two-year-old little boy and his nine-month-old little sister. We named her Joslyn and called her Josie. She was full of spit and fire. Unlike her big brother whose skin was a toasted almond color with brown hair and blonde highlights with blue-gray eyes, Josie was light-skinned with deep red hair and a smattering of freckles under her emerald green eyes. She was stunning. She may have Mazy’s coloring, but Josie had my protective and possessive spirit. Where Nico was sweet and slow to lose his temper. Josie didn’t have any problem showing her displeasure at anyone taking her brother’s attention away from her. As happy and kind as she was, she would also show her displeasure if you
