~ About five years later ~
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Violet's P.O.V.
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A small hand smacking me in the face woke me out of a dead sleep. My head shot off my pillow as my eyes flung open. I was so tired though that I barely registered what I was seeing. Until I looked down that is.
Laying next to me on a bed that isn't mine, is my son. Niall Gregory Vasquez. My precious, adorable baby boy.
I smiled as I lay my head back down. Niall was sick all night last night. He had a high fever with body aches, and he threw up five times throughout the night. Since he's only four years old, it was a rough night.
Which is how I ended up in his little racecar bed. I must have fallen asleep at some point. My poor baby was up and
