Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1781 - Bab 1787

After Debra got pregnant, Jordan brought William over.In the living room, Debra lounged on the sofa.Marion sat beside her, reading to the baby for prenatal bonding.Strapped to a highchair nearby, Solomon got roped in and nodded off.Debra was surprised to see William there.Jordan explained, "I called him in to look after you. Just routine checkups, and we can all relax.""But..." Debra glanced at William. "Are you an obstetrician?"William stammered, "Uh... Yeah.""Really? I thought you were a surgeon.""Well," William cleared his throat, "you know, I'm a jack of all trades. I've been brushing up on OB-GYN stuff lately. I've got it mostly figured out. I'll take great care of you and the baby.""You're studying it right now?""Yep.""And you're getting it?"William straightened up. "I'm natural."Jordan chimed in, "I've dabbled in OB-GYN too. It's not that hard."He had skimmed some parenting books when Solomon was born and barely kept up. When Debra got pregnant, he

The day Debra went into labor, the Potter Mansion buzzed with chaos.Jordan had a medical team on standby to whisk her to Central Hospital.Debra got swarmed like a VIP. They'd rehearsed the whole thing a million times, but when the day hit, everyone still freaked out.Since they'd locked in the delivery date, Debra stayed awake and lucid. At the hospital, she just followed the doctors' orders like a champ.She eyed the operating table and slowly shut her eyes.At first, she caught snippets of noise. Then exhaustion took over, and she conked out.Once again, they went back to that dream.The garden of the Potter Mansion looked like it did a decade ago. She wandered to the swing set, gave it a nudge, and heard her parents call from a distance."Debra, come say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Potter." They waved her over.This time, it felt different. She knew she was dreaming, and all her memories stayed sharp.She glanced up at the second-floor study window. It hung open, white curtains f

Seven years later, the Potter Mansion hummed with quiet joy.Debra and Marion's married life settled into a peaceful groove. Friends dropped by now and then, chatting about business rivalries or family quirks.One day, the grown-ups gathered in the front hall, planning an afternoon trip to the cemetery.In the back garden, seven-year-old Lillian swung on the swing set. Eight-year-old Solomon pushed her from behind.Lillian chirped in her sweet, childish voice, "My dad and mom said we're going to see Uncle Andrew this afternoon. Do you think he'd like my black dress or the red one?"Solomon kept pushing. "Doesn't matter. He can't see it either way. Go with black. My mom says you wear black to the cemetery.""But he told me he liked me in red.""Dead people don't talk."Solomon matured faster than most kids. He had to, with parents like that.Ever since he could remember, his mom and dad acted like overgrown kids. They'd sneak out for barbecues while he slept and confiscate his