บททั้งหมดของ My Boss, My Husband: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Opportunities were meant to be seized, and when they appeared, you didn't turn them down, but right now, I was starting to regret that line of thinking. I paced back and forth in the spacious bathroom of our hotel room, running a brush through my hair. I had read online that walking could help ease nausea.However, the nausea hadn't left me since last week no matter how many natural remedies I had tried. Why hadn't Marianne Fairmount freed herself from it yet? Maybe because my poor body had been under more stress than it could handle lately. Between an impromptu move to another country, an abrupt resignation, and the overwhelming reception by my new in-laws, I was worn thin.When we first arrived at the Brown mansion, their reaction was... overwhelming. Although Liam was supposed to be taking it easy, his brothers and nephews treated him like he was at death's door. At the same time, Lucius received more scolding than I'd ever seen him endure just for finally stepping foot back into

Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I could say, without exaggeration, that I had faced every kind of risk life could throw at me. Fistfights where I'd nearly had my neck snapped, bullets that left permanent scars, jumping out of moving cars, and let's not forget, running from a string of resentful women thanks to my reckless youth. I had walked away from all that, but this latest adventure—fatherhood? I wasn't sure I'd make it out alive.Every day, I wondered when the worry, the endless weight of it, would end. But seeing Marianne's round belly, I knew I had at least another eighteen years to go. Because, as it was, our little girl hadn't even been born yet. We had two weeks to go.For most women, two weeks would pass in blissful anticipation—relaxing, enjoying cravings, buying baby clothes online, and resting in bed. But no. I'd managed to fall for—and knock up—a woman who couldn't stay still for a second.After our honeymoon in Italy, I had hoped that Marianne would take it easy once we got h

"Here she comes," the doctor announced as she lifted our baby into the world.The sound of our daughter's first cry filled the delivery room. I watched in amazement as Marianne's face softened, her breathing finally steadying. Her relief, though, turned to awe the second they placed our baby on her chest."Hello, my little love. Everything's alright. Mommy's here," she murmured, her own tears flowing freely. The baby quieted instantly.As a nurse began cleaning our daughter right there against Marianne, the doctor asked if I wanted to cut the umbilical cord. I declined, feeling like I didn't belong here—like none of this made sense."Do you want to meet Daddy? Look, there he is," Marianne cooed as she glanced over at me.Before I could respond, the nurse lifted our daughter and handed her to me. Reluctantly, I took her, this little girl we had created on a long-forgotten drunken night. She looked up at me with wide, blinking eyes, as curious as I was."Why's she looking at me lik

"What were you two fighting over?" I asked Luna and Layla. "Don't you each have one of those devices?""Layla's being mean!" Luna pouted. "It's mine! She broke hers!"At this, Layla stretched out her arms toward me, seeking refuge. I could never deny one of my granddaughters—each one held a special place in my heart. Ignoring the protest in my back, I put down the gifts, scooped her up, and settled her in my arms."Did you break yours, Layla?" I asked.She shook her head fervently, hiding her face in my shoulder. Meanwhile, Leana and Luna were already ripping open the gift bags I had brought. I tried to explain who each present was meant for, but over the constant cries of the baby, my words were mostly lost in the commotion. Once the girls were absorbed in their new toys, I turned my attention to Lucius, who sat nearby with our youngest still wailing in his arms."Is the boy sick?" I asked, settling myself next to him and balancing Layla on my lap.Lucius looked like he was on t

Marianne's P.O.V.Life had rewarded me in ways far beyond my expectations. After years of anxiety, loneliness, and heartbreak, I truly felt blessed with the family Lucius and I had built. When I had interrupted my boss in his office and proposed to him, I never imagined that he would take that proposal seriously.Very seriously, in fact. More than six years of marriage and four children later, I felt more fulfilled than ever. Each of my children was my entire world, each of them special in their own way. My eldest, Leana, was smart and mischievous—a natural trickster who somehow always managed to cover her tracks. Her physical prowess never failed to amaze me. Between gymnastics and karate, she had even roped her father into supporting her latest venture into martial arts. Her instructor swore she had real talent.Then came Luna. A long-planned and anticipated pregnancy, Luna came into our lives just when we wanted, and perhaps I overdid it with my enthusiasm because Luna was an abs