Epilogue.

**Sixteen years later**

Bruce's POV:

I couldn't hear Lisa,my first child and mother arguing about something and then she rushed downstairs to stand where I sat with Mr Dominic discussing what to do about my Father who was again asking for help.

It never gets old.

He just begs for who will give him money these days and I never help him.

"Dad, Mom and I, who is more beautiful?" Lisa's velvety voice made me stare at her, as an unwavering smile adored her baby face.

I saw Roxy,her mom, walking downstairs. I think she was listening to hear what I would say because she came to sit beside me.

"Lisa, baby, why are you asking that?" I asked her and she pouted and folded her arms.

"Mommy says she's prettier than me, so who do you think is prettier?" Lisa asked with a raised eyebrow.

I think she knows what I was going to say because she was glaring at me.

"Darling you and your mum are equally beautiful." I replied, because I don't want to get in some kind of trouble.

"I know you never