Semua Bab My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Bab 391 - Bab 400

Emily’s POVI stood quietly in the small extra room in my new apartment that I had turned into a nursery, cradling my beloved Jared in my arms and humming a lullaby. He’d finally fallen asleep after hours of fussing. “You make me so happy, little one,” I whispered to him as I carefully laid him down in his crib. I was just starting to rest in the living room, stretching out my legs in front of me as I sat on the sofa, when the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Chris standing there, looking both relieved and apologetic. His suit was rumpled from travel, and he carried a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder.“Hey, Emily,” he said with a smile. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t here these past few days. The trip ran longer than I expected. And I’m sorry to come here without sending a message.”I stepped aside to let him in, smiling widely. “It’s alright. And why are you sorry about the trip? I was the one who insisted you go ahead with your plans. Besides, you gave me a bodyguard which i

Emily’s POVBreastfeeding Jared was one of the few moments I had to myself, where the world seemed to slow down, and it was just the two of us. I tried to keep my thoughts focused on him, on the warmth of his tiny body against mine, and the way his little fingers grasped mine. I knew he could sense my emotions, and the last thing I wanted was to pass on the anxiety boiling inside me.But it was hard—impossible, really—not to think about Phoebe. She had been through hell, and the fact that she was finally out on bail didn’t ease the mounting worry that clawed at me. I’d sent her the prize money from the design competition, not caring that it was all I had saved up. Phoebe needed it more than I did. Besides, I had plenty of projects lined up for when I got back from maternity leave. Money was the last thing on my mind.Jared’s sucking slowed, his eyes drooping as sleep began to claim him. I gently shifted him to my shoulder, rubbing his back until a soft burp escaped him. Then, with al

Sophia’s POVI stepped into Emily's cozy apartment, carefully balancing the cake I'd brought. The pastel-colored icing read Happy One Month, Jared, and I hoped it would bring a smile to Emily's face. As I approached, I saw her seated on the couch, cradling Jared in her arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and the cake.“Oh, Sophia, you didn’t have to do this!” Emily exclaimed, her voice brimming with genuine happiness.I smiled warmly, setting the cake on the coffee table. “I wanted to. It’s a special milestone for Jared, and I thought a little celebration would be nice. Kayla told me she’ll drop by a little later too.”“Oh, that’s nice,” Emily said with a smile. “I only saw her once since she got back from Bali. Quite busy with her married life, I suppose.”“Yes, I think so. She and Connor are so in love, and I’m just really happy for them.”Emily carefully adjusted Jared in her arms, rocking him gently. “Yes, I know.” I watched her, noticing how she seemed sad but determined to t

Elijah’s POVWe raced through the streets in the ambulance, the siren blaring, and my heart pounding in sync with the flashing lights. Every bump in the road seemed magnified, and every second felt like an eternity. Excitement and worry clashed inside me as I held my wife’s hand. “We’re almost there,” I whispered to her and she gave me a faint smile even amidst her pain. Her breathing was labored and her face was pale. I reached over, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Sophia,” I whispered. “And I can’t wait to meet our little one.” She turned her head slightly to look at me, a small, strained smile forming on her lips. “I love you too,” she managed to say before a contraction hit her, causing her to grip the edges of the bed she was lying on. As we pulled up to the hospital, the emergency team was already waiting. They swiftly wheeled Sophia away, and I watched, helplessly, as they took her into the delivery room. My heart ached to see her in pain but was buoyed b

Elijah's POVSoon the smell of food from the buffet table beckoned everyone to the garden. The chef I’d hired, one of my personal favorites, had gone all out. The spread was a perfect mix of gourmet and comfort—grilled meats, fresh salads, finger foods for the kids, and even a few fancy dishes that caught everyone’s attention.“Time to eat!” I called out, and the guests eagerly made their way to the table, plates in hand.The pièce de résistance was the cake—a stunning masterpiece that sat in the middle of the dessert table. The cake was a soft pastel blue with fluffy clouds swirling around the sides. At the top, there was a miniature hot air balloon, and the words “Welcome to the World, Roxy!” were written in delicate gold lettering. Sophia stood beside me, holding Reese’s hand as we all gathered around the cake. Reese, of course, was bouncing with excitement, tugging at my shirt. “Daddy, can we eat it now?”I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “In just a minute, Reese.”As th