Epilogue

Ten Years Later

“Danny! What I said about not finishing your food?!” Ashley screamed from the kitchen and not so far away I heard a muffled groan and little stomping footsteps.

“I don’t like carrots.” Was his spoiled answer, mouth jutting out in a pout, green eyes glassy.

Ash huffed, “Well, I don’t like it too but you don’t see me leaving it untouched.” She threw back.

“Fineeeee.” He drawled, sitting on the stool, trying to eat his carrot.

It was peacefully silent for a second then—“What about we get a rabbit so every time Dad cook something with carrots I can give it to the rabbit instead! It won’t be wasting food right?” He perked up at the idea, hitting his spoon repeatedly on his plate.

“Well, unfortunately we already have two dogs, three cats, one spoiled baby princess and one little brat so I don’t think that’s possible.” I chimed in helpfully.

Ash rolled her eyes at me, flicking sphagetti sauce from her plate, it landed on my face.