All Chapters of Wetting The Bed Of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zane’s PovWork was the last place I wanted to be. Emma could go into labour any day, and she was already five days past her due date. Her frustration made sense, because we were both counting down to the moment we would finally meet our daughter, Bella. Everything was ready for her arrival, but she was taking her time. I tried to stay focused on my job, but my mind kept drifting home.“Zane, are you alright?” my workmate Kevin asked.“Not really. Emma could go into labour any moment, and I am stuck here,” I said, rubbing my hand through my hair with a sigh.“Go home, man. Be with her. We can handle things for a few days,” he said.“Are you sure?” I asked.“Absolutely. Go home,” he said with a grin.I gave him a grateful hug and left right away. Being home with Emma felt far better than sitting at work worrying.When I walked in, she was curled up on the sofa watching a cheesy film, a bowl of popcorn resting on her bump. The sight made me smile. I stood there for a moment just watchin

Zane’s PovWhen I got home from work, all I wanted was to see my girls. It felt impossible to believe that Bella was already a month old. The weeks had gone by so quickly, though they were far from easy. The first two were especially hard. Bella would not stop crying unless someone was walking around with her. But lately, she had been much calmer. We had managed to build a small routine, which made a big difference.Emma had struggled at first. She barely slept and even developed insomnia. The doctor said it was common for new mothers, but watching her wander the house at three in the morning, even when Bella was fast asleep, had worried me. Thankfully, she was doing better now. Despite how hard it had been, she never once stopped being gentle and patient with Bella. Seeing her care for our daughter made me fall in love with her all over again.I did not call out when I got home, in case they were both asleep. The doctor had kept reminding Emma to rest whenever Bella did, and she had

Bella’s PovHe caught me off guard. I had assumed he was asleep, or maybe he had been, and I was not as quiet as I thought. I leaned away from the door and moved closer to his bed. His face was badly swollen and covered in bruises, so it was hard to recognise him. His eyes were a soft shade of grey, his hair a tangled mess, and his lips dry and cracked. He looked like someone who had been through a terrible fight.“Moody, aren’t you?” I asked, studying him carefully. Those eyes looked familiar. Where had I seen them before?“I am not moody,” he said in a low, rough voice. “I am just tired of you nurses thinking you know everything.”“Well, I am not thrilled about being here either,” I replied. “And honestly, when it comes to medical care, I think we might know a little more than you do.”“You think you know more than the doctor?” he muttered. “Go away. I want to be alone.”Julie was right, he was rude. But I was not going to let him push me around.“Too bad,” I said. “You are stuck wi

BellaI closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the door. That woman always knew how to ruin my day. Memories of her came rushing back, how I had to clean up after her when she was too drunk to stand, how I burned myself cooking because she had left groceries lying around but never made a meal. Other times, I went to bed with nothing but water in my stomach and a prayer on my lips.She said we had no family. I had no reason to doubt her because no one ever showed up for me. Ron never came to my school events, and I always found excuses for her absence. When my classmates’ parents filled the seats at school plays and parent-teacher meetings, mine were always empty. She never cared about those things. What mattered to her were the men she brought home because they paid her bills.I once asked her about my father, hoping she would tell me something kind, something I could hold on to. All she said was that he left because I was a spoiled little brat. When she drank too much, even se

Raymond’s Pov“Which proposal are you referring to?”Her eyelashes swept downward, a gesture that sent me spiraling back through time to when she was just a girl.“Marry me.”I said it plainly.“I beg your pardon?”The sheer astonishment on her face was almost comical. I had to fight back a laugh.“Marry me, Miss Bella.”Her gaze darted around the room, a hand coming up to press against her chest. She drew a slow, deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment before opening to meet mine again.“I cannot do that, sir.”“And why is that?”“I do not know you. And forgive me, but have you not just lost your wife?”There was a genuine hesitation in her voice. It was true, my wife was gone, but our relationship was never that kind of romance.“Marla required a husband to access her inheritance from her father. I was helping a friend. She was a wonderful person and my closest confidant, but that is all it was. Our bond was one of deep friendship, nothing more.”She studied me with those beautif