Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Three years and a few months later

I place the last of Wilmer clothes into the bag before zipping it close then pulling it towards the rest of the bag by the corner of the room" Mum. Mum..." Wilmer calls from the bathroom gaining my attention.

"I am coming" I call back before walking into the bathroom to find my three-year-old son standing on the stool by the sink with a toothbrush on his right hand and a toothpaste on his left hand while staring at the mirror, I walk towards him before taking the toothbrush and paste from him" didn't I ask you to wait while I try arranging your things" I scold trying to a keep a serious face while a frown appears on his face.

"You took too long I don't want us to keep dad waiting," he says before pouting like he was about to cry any minute from now.

I sigh before tickling him while he laughs loudly asking me to stop" Okay open up" I say stopping my attack on him before place the toothbrush close to his lips waiting for him to open up his mouth.