All Chapters of Forbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The months drifted by slowly in a gentle, warm stream of small everyday moments and big emotions. The little family grew ever closer.Emilia was now six months and a few days old. She already laughed out loud when Alexander made funny faces at her and reached out her tiny hands toward him the moment he entered the room.On a sunny Saturday morning, Lena sat on a small blanket in the garden behind the house, with little Emilia lying on her tummy beside her. The baby kicked her legs happily and reached for the blades of grass nearby.Alexander stepped out of the house, dressed only in loose black sweatpants, carrying two cups of coffee. He sat down right next to them, handed one cup to Lena, and lay down on his stomach close beside his little Emilia."Good morning, my little sunshine," he murmured softly, planting a tender kiss on Emilia’s forehead. "Did you sleep well today? Or did you keep Mama awake half the night again?"Emilia gurgled contentedly and smiled at him with that toothle

Emilia was nine months old. The house was filled with new life — the swallowing laugh of a baby, quiet sums of Alexander when he carried them through the rooms, and the gentle Murmeln of Lena, if she sings a bit. On a sunny Saturday afternoon Alexander sat with Emilia on the soft Carpet in the living room. He held her little hands while she wobbles on the Knee tried to pull up. “Come on, my little girl,” he encouraged her with a gentle voice. “You can do this. Papa is here.” Emilia radiated him, her first teeth flashed out. With a strong jerk pulled they stood up on his fingers and stood up for a short, shaky moment their own feet. Then she let go — and made the first insecure step directly on Alexander. Alexander died. His eyes were raised. “Lena!” he cried with a trembling voice. “Lena, come quickly!” Lena came out of the kitchen, a towel in his hand. When she saw Emilia made the second, even more shaky step and then fell into Alexander's arms, She beat her hand in

Emilia was eleven months old now. The house was filled with childlike glucksen, the scent of fresh coffee and the quiet sums of Alexander when he carried his daughter through the rooms. On a sunny morning Lena sat on the kitchen table with Emilia. The Baby kaute concentrated on a piece of banana around and saw his mother with big, dark eyes on. “Well, sweetheart?” Lena whispered and dragged her over the cheek. “You still want more?’ Emilia gave a cheerful sound of herself and stretched her arms after her mother out. Then she opened her mouth and said it clear and clear for the first time: “Mama.” Lena died. Tears immediately shot her in the eyes. “Did you just say “Mama”?” Emilia radiated and repeated it proudly: “Mama!” At this moment Alexander came out of the study. He stayed in the door frame when he saw the scene. “What happened?” Lena laughed with tears. “She said “Mama”. For the first time!” Alexander was with them in a few steps. He kneeled in front of the cha

Emilia was already fourteen months old and walked confidently all around the house. Her first words were "Papa" and "Mama," and she would call out for them especially loudly whenever Alexander came home.On a mild spring evening, Lena sat on the terrace for a long time, her hands resting on her belly. She was six months pregnant with their second child, and she could feel every one of the baby’s movements much more intensely than she had with Emilia.Alexander came out into the garden with two glasses of fresh juice, sat down right beside her, and immediately placed a concerned hand on her small baby bump."How is our second little miracle doing today?" he asked softly, gently stroking her belly.Lena smiled happily. "Very active. I think this one is going to be just as spirited as our little Emilia."At that moment, the baby gave her hand a strong kick. Alexander chuckled softly and leaned forward to kiss her belly."Hey, little one," he murmured. "It’s Papa. You’re really keeping Ma

Time passed in a gentle, warm rhythm. Lena was now with the second child in the eighth month. Her belly was round and heavy, each movement fell more severely, but it radiated a deep, inner calm, Alexander humiliated every day. On a mild autumn evening they sat on the terrace for three. Emilia, now 18 Months old, sat on Alexander's lap and played with a wooden car. She's slapping cheerful, their first correct sentences were more and more frequent. “Papa... drive!” she said proudly and held up the toy. Alexander laughed quietly and kissed her forehead. “Yes, sweetheart. Dad's driving with you later Car. But first your little sister or your little brother has to go to the world come.’ Lena smiled and put a hand on her belly. “Emilia speaks all the time from her sibling. She strokes my belly every morning and says ‘Baby’. Alexander saw her, the eyes full of warmth. “Me too. Every morning when I woke up, I put my hand on it and think that is our second miracle.” He stood up