All Chapters of A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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90. Alice Benette

The night before the wedding arrived, bringing with it an anxiety I hadn't felt since the eve of the ultrasound. Only this time it was different—it wasn't fear of the unknown, it was that good kind of butterflies in the stomach, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and forget what you were about to do mid-step. The problem was that I couldn't share this anxiety with the person I most wanted to. "Rule number one of weddings," Rosa decreed, hands on her hips and wooden spoon at the ready. "The groom cannot see the bride the night before. Bad luck, my dear. Terrible bad luck." "But we live together!" I protested. "Not today you don't. Tonight you sleep in the guest cabin with Chloe. Period." "Rosa…"

91. Alice Benette

The eve of the wedding dawned golden, as if the sun knew that the next day would be special and wanted to warm the earth for the celebration. I spent the entire morning in a state of good anxiety, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and forget what you were about to do mid-step. Marco, on the other hand, was strangely calm. Which, coming from him, was worrying. "You're very quiet," I commented at breakfast, watching him fill his coffee cup for the third time. "What are you plotting?" "Nothing." His smile was too innocent. "Just enjoying the view." "The view is me in pajamas, disheveled, and looking like a hippopotamus." "Exactly."

92. Alice Benette

93. Marco Hill

Marco:The party took place in the garden, under a sky that seemed painted especially for us—blue sprinkled with pink clouds, as if God himself were a romantic artist. Long tables covered with white cloths displayed mountains of food: Rosa's famous pasta, of course, but also pies, salads, fruits, and a three-tiered wedding cake decorated with sugar flowers that the little old ladies had spent an entire week making.The music came from a trio of guitars in the corner, playing soft songs that invited you to dance without hurry. Children ran between adults' legs, long-time guests gathered in groups, and Fiona paraded among the tables with the air of being the true hostess of the party.I was in the middle of it all, with Alice by my side, feeling the sun on my skin and my heart so full it felt like it might burst."Mr. Hill," she whispered, teasing."Mrs. Hill," I replied, testing the sound."It's going to take me a while to get used to that.""We have a lifetime."She smiled, and that s

94. Alice Benette

The morning after the wedding dawned golden and lazy, as if the sun itself knew we deserved to rest. I woke up in Marco's cabin—our cabin—with my body sore from so much dancing and my heart so full it felt like it might overflow.Marco was still sleeping beside me, a heavy arm draped over my belly, his breathing slow and deep. I lay there, watching him, feeling the girls kick softly, as if they too were celebrating."If you keep staring at me like that, I'll think you're a ghost," he murmured without opening his eyes."Already awake?""For a while. Just enjoying.""Enjoying what?""The view." He opened his eyes and smiled, that lazy smile I loved. "My pregnant wife in my bed. There's no better view."I kissed him slowly, tasting the future.Two hours later, we were at the cabin door, ready to leave. Our bags were in the car, a gift from my parents—a comfortable SUV for the trip to the mountains. Rosa stood on the porch, her hands pressed against her chest, eyes glistening."Rosa…" I a

95. Marco Hill

I woke up with the sun streaming through the thin cabin curtains, painting the room in golden tones. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. Then I felt her weight against my chest, her huge belly pressing against my side, and I smiled. Alice slept deeply, her blonde hair spread across the pillow, her breathing slow and calm. The girls must have been sleeping too, because there wasn't a single kick during the night. I lay there, motionless, afraid to wake her. Four days. Four whole days just the two of us, away from the ranch, away from obligations, away from the world. It was more than I could ask for. She stirred, a soft groan. "Watching me again?" Her voice was rough, eyes still closed. "Just enjoying the view." "The view is me with messy hair and drool on the pillow?" "Exactly." She opened one eye, suspicious, an

96. Alice Benette

The last night at the cabin arrived bringing with it a sweet melancholy, the kind you feel when something good is ending, but knowing that even better things await ahead. After dinner—a simple pasta that Marco insisted on preparing, "to keep the tradition"—we sat on the porch swing, me on his lap, my huge belly resting on his legs, a thick blanket wrapped around us against the night cold. Outside, the sky was clear, sprinkled with stars that seemed placed there just for us. The silence was so absolute you could hear your own heartbeat. "What are you thinking about?" Marco asked, his voice soft against my ear. "How perfect this place is." "The cabin?" "All of this. The view, the stars, the silence. You." I turned my face to kiss his chin. "Especially you." He tightened his embrace, his hands intertwined over my belly.&n

97. Marco Hill

The morning started like any other. I woke up to the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen and the sound of Fiona clucking in the henhouse, demanding her morning feed. Alice was beside me, her huge belly rising and falling slowly, her blonde hair spread across the pillow.I kissed her forehead without waking her and went downstairs to make coffee. Rosa was already in the kitchen, stirring pots with her usual wooden spoon."Good morning, my grandson," she hummed. "Pancakes today.""Smells good.""Sit down. Almost ready."I sat at the table, and for a moment everything was calm, perfect, normal.That's when we heard the scream."MARCO!"The sound came from upstairs, sharp, desperate. I dropped my cup before it hit the table and ran up the stairs, my heart racing.Alice was sitting up in bed, her hands gripping her belly, her face pale and sweaty."What is it?" I knelt in front of her, holding her face. "What happe

98. Alice Benette

The pain was like a giant wave, coming and going, each time stronger, each time closer. I screamed, pushed, breathed, all at once, while Marco's hand squeezed mine with a strength I didn't know he had."I'm here," he kept repeating, his voice failing. "I'm here, love. You're going to make it.""It hurts," I moaned between contractions. "It hurts so much.""I know. But you're strong. The strongest woman I know."The doctor, a gray-haired woman with steady hands, spoke calmly."One more push, Mrs. Hill. Baby A is crowning. Come on, one more."I took a deep breath, gathered every ounce of strength I had left, and pushed.The scream that came out of me wasn't human. It was a mother's scream. A lioness. A woman bringing life into the world.And then, a cry.Thin, strong, beautiful."It's a girl!" the doctor announced, lifting a small, red, perfect being. "Congratulations, Mrs. Hill."I broke down in tears. Marco

99. Marco Hill

Five years later, the ranch was more alive than ever.I sat on the cabin porch with a cup of coffee in my hand, watching the scene below like someone watching the best movie of their life. The morning sun bathed the garden in golden tones, and the smell of flowers and wet earth filled the air.And there they were.Rosa and Luna ran across the lawn, their tiny cowboy boots kicking up small dust clouds, their flowery dresses flying behind them like flags of freedom. Rosa, the oldest, pulled her sister by the hand, her blonde hair—just like their mother's—flying back. Luna, more observant, stopped every now and then to point at something—a butterfly, a flower, a cloud with a funny shape."CATCH US, GRANDMA!" Rosa shouted, laughing.There came Rosa, our grandmother, with her now completely white hair and a colorful apron, running after her great-granddaughters with impressive energy. In her seventies, she was still the strongest woman I knew."I'm going to catch you, you little pests!" sh

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