EPILOGUE

AUTHOR'S POV

~4 years later

The door of the bedroom was opened slowly as a small head peaked from the crack to see if the coast was clear. Finding everything still, the tiny feets started to walk towards the bed and stare at the lump of duvets.

After trying numerous times, the figure finally managed to climb the bed and grab the duvet before pulling it away and revealing Dylan's peacefully sleeping face.

Seeing him still asleep, a frown etched upon the small forehead before an idea popped in the figure's head. Standing up, the figure prepared for the attack and raised both his legs in the air before jumping on top of his back making him yelp out. The figure cackled up clapping his hands.