Two Year Later.
I was looking over the list of event, planned for the my grand opening of my hotel today when the door opened. "Daddy!" Quinn yelled, running to my desk, grinning. I smiled and got up to take her into my arms. I rubbed my nose against hers and she giggled.
"Hello beautiful." I said to Izzy. She smiled, rolling her eyes. She walked over with our son, Fabian, asleep in her arms. I kissed her and give her round stomach a quick rub. "How's this troublemaker?"
"Kicking like crazy." She answered, sighing.
I smiled. "I think she's hinting that she wants to become a football star." I said.
"That's what you said about Quinn and she can't even run without tripping over her feet." She whispered, covering Quinn's ears.
"Mommy." She whined. Izzy blew a raspberry on her cheek and she giggled. "Can we go out for something to eat I'm starving?"
"Sure." I said, shutting down my desktop. "What do you feel for?"
"Don't know but anything with cheese." She replied when I got her hand.
"So pizza—"
"Yes!" Quinn blurted.
Izzy smiled. "The princess has spoken." She said.
"Pizza it is then." I said.
"Yay!" Quinn screamed.
The end.