Epilogue
"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance."
~Franklin P. Jones
Mal's gun was pointed straight toward the killer's chest.
"You've crossed the line, scumbag."
The shady criminal shook his head and raised his gun, firing a warning shot into the air. "Stay away from me, pig!"
"Fine." Mal's finger menacingly brushed against the trigger. "You asked for it."
POW!
The bullet narrowly missed the suspect's head as he ran upstairs.
"Ugh!" Mal groaned and chased him up the stairs. "You will never get away!"
"Watch me."
After a few minutes of chasing the fast suspect, Mal caught his breath in the shady bathroom. He peered around. No one was there…
POW!
Mal felt a bullet hit his chest. "AHHHH!" he cried and fell to the floor.
The "suspect" laughed like crazy as he heard his NERF gun hit the floor. "Gotcha!"
Smiling, Mal caught Thomas in his arms as he tried to run off again . "Sure did, buddy. You win…for now. But you're still taking a bath."
"Oh no!" Thomas cried.
Mal swooped his son up and carried him to the master bathroom. He took a good look at Thomas's angry little face: blue eyes, light brown hair, light olive skin, a small furrowed brow…he definitely had a mix of you and Natara's features.
"Thomas?" Natara called from the bathroom. Mal could hear the bathtub water running even from a few yards away. "Where are you? I have to give you a bath!"
"Awwww, darn…" Thomas muttered under his breath.
"Sorry, sport." Mal laughed as he met up with Natara by the bathtub. He took a good look at Natara, who had trouble bending over. She was six months pregnant…with a girl. This time, the Fallons had an ultrasound done to see the gender of the child.
Thomas sat in the bathtub, playing with his toys, but the trinket he admired most was the water gun. Natara poured some shampoo in his hair, but he squirt her with a water gun.
"Don't touch me, lady! I'm Officer Fallon, and I'm mean."
Natara could only laugh as she looked at Mal.
The whole family shared a smile.