All Chapters of Cripple Billionaire Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lauren’s grip on Alex’s hand tightened, her breath ragged as a contraction peaked, the hospital room’s soft light steadying her. “It’s happening, Alex,” she gasped, her voice strained but strong. “She’s coming.”Alex stayed close, his crutches forgotten against the wall, his voice calm. “You’re almost there, Lauren. I love you so much.” His eyes were wet, his hand firm, the monitor’s beeps quickening.Priya stood nearby, her voice bright despite her teary eyes. “You’re a rock star, Lauren! Push, girl, Emma’s ready to meet us!” She clutched the daisies from yesterday, her support fierce, the room charged with hope.The doctor’s voice cut through, steady and kind. “One big push, Lauren, you’ve got this!” Lauren nodded, her body tensing, her cry echoing as she gave everything, the pain giving way to a tiny, piercing wail.Lauren collapsed back, tears streaming, as the nurse placed her newborn in her arms. “Emma,” she whispered, her voice breaking, the baby’s face perfect, her heart burst

Lauren leaned on Alex’s arm, her steps slow but steady, Emma cradled in his other arm as they approached the mansion’s door. The late afternoon sun warmed her face, her heart full after the hospital’s whirlwind. “She’s so tiny, Alex,” she said, her voice soft, gazing at Emma. “Can you believe we’re parents?”Alex grinned, his crutches clicking, his voice warm. “I’m still pinching myself, Lauren. You and Emma—you’re my world.” He shifted Emma gently, his love clear, the mansion’s familiar outline a welcome sight.She smiled, her hand brushing his. “You’re pretty great at this dad thing already. Think Emma’s ready for her new home?” Her tone was playful, her heart light, Melissa’s apology echoing in her mind.Alex chuckled, his voice teasing. “She’s ready, but I’m betting she’ll keep us up all night.” He paused at the door, his eyes twinkling. “You ready for this, Lauren?”She nodded, her voice firm. “With you? Always.” She leaned closer, their laughter mingling, the door creaking as Al

Four years laterLauren stood at the kitchen island, her voice firm but warm, wiping juice from the counter. “Emmy, we don’t spill juice on purpose, okay? You’ve gotta hold the cup tight.” She looked at her four-year-old, orange juice dripping from her hands, the sunlit kitchen bright.Emmy’s eyes widened, her voice small. “Sorry, Mommy. I was making a river for my boat.” She held up a toy sailboat, her curls bouncing, her pout tugging at Lauren’s heart.Lauren knelt, her voice gentle. “I get it, sweetie, but rivers go in the sink, not the counter.” She grabbed a rag, handing it to Emmy. “Help me clean, then we’ll sail that boat in the tub tonight, deal?”Emmy grinned, her voice bright. “Deal! Can Daddy play too?” She wiped the counter, her enthusiasm messy but earnest, the kitchen a cozy chaos.Lauren laughed, her voice playful. “We’ll drag Daddy in, don’t worry.” She glanced at Alex, flipping pancakes at the stove, his smile warm, no crutches in sight after four years of recovery. “

Lauren sank into her chair, her head heavy, her eyes fixed on Richard Cole, the man with Tom’s face, standing in the Langston Enterprises boardroom. The sunlit room felt suffocating, Priya’s ragged breathing beside her the only sound. “What is this about?” Lauren demanded, her voice low, sharp. “What game are you playing, Tom?”Richard’s eyes widened, his voice earnest. “Miss Lauren, I’m not playing any game. I’m Richard Cole, not this Tom you keep mentioning.” He stepped closer, his hands open, confusion etched on his face—Tom’s face. “I’m here to invest, that’s all. It seems you're mistaken for another man. May I ask who he is, maybe I might have an idea of what is going on?” Though his voice came out calm, his face was contorted into hard ridges. Like he was frustrated with all the drama that was going on, and he would rather be anywhere else.Lauren’s jaw tightened, her voice rising. “Don’t lie to me!” She slammed her hand on the desk, her heart pounding, Priya’s gasp echoing. “Yo

Lauren pushed Emmy on a park swing, the morning sun warm, kids laughing. “Higher, Mommy!” Emmy squealed, her voice bright, legs kicking, curls flying.Lauren smiled, her voice gentle. “Easy, Em, stay safe.” She slowed the swing, Richard’s face aching. “You love that slide, but no climbing alone, okay?”Emmy pouted, her voice loud. “I’m big, Mommy!” She pointed to Mia running over, her eyes sparkling, the park bustling.Lauren knelt down, her voice firm. “Be kind to Mia, Em. No more fights.” She waved at Mia, their book issue lingering, Richard’s shock fading slightly.Mia ran up, her voice shy. “Emmy, you took my crayon again.” She crossed her arms, her ponytail bouncing, Emmy’s face falling.Lauren smiled, her voice soft. “Mia, Emmy’s sorry, right, Em?” She looked at Emmy, her tone encouraging, the park a brief escape.Emmy nodded, her voice small. “Sorry, Mia. Wanna swing?” She hopped off, grabbing Mia’s hand, their giggles easing Lauren’s heart, Dan’s threat a shadow.At a café, La