TWO YEARS LATER
Angel's room buzzed with activities, the door opening and closing, as people trooped in and out.
The latest arrival was Lewis carrying little Hercules, and Ruby holding on to Isabella.
"You can't keep moving, Angel. Stay still please so I can get this arc right," the princess, heavily pregnant, sighed in frustration, as she moved Angel's chin with her hand.
"I hear my daughter and my son," Angel said in her defense, just as the duo that just walked in arrived in front of her.
"Hercules insisted on seeing mummy," Lewis laughed as he propped him onto Angel's lap.
The princess smiled, and stepped behind to give her some space.
"Hey baby. Are you ready to walk down the aisle on your own?" Angel stroked his dark hair, that looked exactly like his father's as a warm smile shone from her eyes.
"Her-cu not walk," Isabella said.
Angel turned to her and burst out laughing. "Don't mind him, Belle. I caught him walking a few days ago, so he has no excuse not to now."
