Bringing Up Bebe Novels & Stories

Epilogue Seven months later… Capetown Mila I slid out of the bed, my hand going to my protruding belly where our son was currently playing football with my bladder. I patted softly as I muttered, “Stop it, little cub, mama is awake.” I looked across the room at the small digital clock and realized that it was four in the morning. Even before I woke up I knew Jonathan wasn't in the bed with me. In the last few months he had focused on me and in expanding his wine business as much as he could. He worked hard to provide our little cub, everything he would need in the future. Which included, waking up at ungodly hours to attend meetings and to settle orders and to order his men around.

Bea even rubbed Greg's arm. “We’re happy to hear that, Bea. I wish you and Greg will build a strong and happy family, like ours,” Sab said. “You know, it's fun to be a housewife. Look, you will experience that when the day comes,” “Really, Sab? You know, I'm also excited about married life. Uhm, can I hold Baby Gabby, Billy, can I?” "Sure," the couple replied at the same time. I knew earlier that Bea wanted to touch Gabby. But she was ashamed to ask permission from my sister and Billy. But now, she can't stand it anymore.

"I'm sure he tried to protect her because, right now, he is also at the hospital. He hasn't woken up yet." "What?" Bev asked. "So you should dry your face and make an effort to be resilient. Jessie will be alright. Just give your parents a call and ask them to come to the hospital. I'm going to talk to them directly." Bev cleaned her face with the back of her hand. "We don't have a father, Jessie and I. It is just mama. When I was a baby, Dad abandoned us." said Bev. "So it will be challenging to involve Mama in this. If she learns about Jessie, she will get sick. That's something I don't want to occur."

Kaelyn’s eyes hardened faintly. “No.” Becca stepped closer now. “So you can ruin my life instead?” “That wasn’t my intention.” Becca laughed bitterly again. “Really? Because you walked into the great hall claiming my mate fathered your child!” she said, her voice rising. Kaelyn remained calm despite the anger directed at her. “He did" she replied. “STOP SAYING THAT!” Becca shouted. The scream echoed through the garden and the baby suddenly started crying softly from the maid’s arms. Kaelyn’s expression shifted immediately toward concern. She moved toward the child instinctively but Becca’s anger exploded further at the sight.

“I am sorry I didn't pick up your call yesterday…” “Yesterday is gone,” he said with a lively voice. “Come to my house now, I will be leaving for an urgent meeting. Wouldn't you love to get the baby today? I need to pen down my signature before the baby can be given to you.” “Okay Sir. I will be right there.” Becky jumped out of her bed. After quickly taking off her nightwear, she rushed to the bathroom to take her bath. It was about ten minutes, she came out of the bathroom and cleaned herself with her towel.

She smiled at Bea, laughing again when the baby did anything remotely adorable. Lizzie returned, Trent in tow, and Rose handed Bea over. Bea started to fuss instantly. “Oh no, she definitely loves you now,” Lizzie said. She bounced Bea in her arms. “Rose has to get back to work. Come on, I bet you’re just hungry.” Trent nodded at Heath as he left with his wife and daughter. After Heath saw Harrison and Caleb enter, he told Rose he’d see her later. Rose went into the back to fetch Rebecca, who’d definitely taken a way longer break than necessary.

Beatrice nodded, digesting her mother’s words. “I have something to show you,” Bea whispered, taking out the brown envelope from the bag beside her. She took out one of the ultrasound pictures and handed it to her. Beatrice watched as her mother slowly accepted the picture and stared at the image as though it was the most precious thing in the world. “Are you for real?” Debbie took a glance at her daughter with teary eyes. Beatrice smiled, nodding. “My baby is having a baby. Congratulations!” Debbie pulled her daughter into a hug.

"For Quinn's sake and for your own, I suggest that Giselle and Connor do a maternity test." My heart throbbed. I had poured my blood, sweat, and tears into raising Connor for the past three years—the same boy who had been more than willing to call me "Uncle Hayden" while throwing himself into Vincent's embrace. I wasn't brave enough to think about the consequences should Jean's guess turn out to be true. "Let's do it," I said in a frighteningly calm voice.

When did I do that? Right before I could ask him that, the door swung open. And a very worried Becca came in with Caleb. She looked over at where I was at, then walked quickly towards us, with one hand holding her belly and another dragging Caleb along. "Oh my, thank the goddess! I thought I had lost you," she said, hugging Jackson as little as her pregnancy could allow. My mouth then formed into an 'Oh, I get it now’, Becca was Jack’s mate. I mentally laughed at myself, I couldn't have guessed though. I picked up Caleb, "hey buddy, want to see your daddy?" I asked. He nodded yes. So I put him down next to Jack. Jack just smiled and hugged his son.

She really did not want him to grow so aloof and cold like his Dad, and to prevent that from happening, the little kid should learn how to communicate with kids like him. She remembered her first meeting with Quentin on the playground and his soulless eyes at that time. Now that she’s by his side as his stepmother, she did not want to see him being like that anymore. Ah, speaking of. It still felt unreal when she woke up this morning, but she is really Mrs. Montenegro now huh. At least, temporarily.