How Old Is Cole Swindell Daughter Novels & Stories

“Ariana, you’re not alone in this anymore. I’ll burn down every lie he spreads if I have to.” The intensity in his eyes almost makes me believe him. Almost. My phone buzzes on the coffee table. I don’t want to look, but the screen lights up with a headline that makes my stomach drop. COLE FAMILY WAR – PLAYBOY TWIN SUES FOR UNBORN BABY. My hand trembles as I pick it up. Beneath the headline is a photo of me, a candid shot leaving the hospital weeks ago, clutching my stomach, face pale. The caption twists the knife: “Unfit and alone? Sources say Adrian Cole steps in to protect his child.”

Cole then showed her a photo of Tinkerbell and Pixie when they were one year old, anxiously asking, "Five years ago, on a snowy night, I handed you a pair of twin girls. Do you remember?" Joan pointed at the photo on Cole's phone with her finger and said, "They don't have birthmarks."

Carie signaled with her fingers before adding, "Two of the hottest Daddies in the city!" Shrieks once again echoed throughout the studio before Carie revealed, "And they happen to be best of friends!" "Ladies, mind you... This is an exclusive interview... that will only happen on... An Afternoon with Carie!" Clapping her hands, she announced, "Let's give it up to the Superstar Model, a loving husband and now a father of two, Cole Adams!" The hoots and cheers roared like crazy as Cole walked in, carrying two eight-month-old babies in his arms, both sitting up against his chest.

Cole looks at me and shrugs. “She’s aware of more than you realise.” He replies, his brows lifting to his hairline. “Don’t you see the way her little face lights up when she sees Moana on the screen?” I smile and nod, “Or the way she sways side to side when she hears the song.” “That is adorable.” Cole nods, smiling, and leans over, puckering his lips for me. I lean in and kiss him softly. “Let’s give our baby girl the birthday she deserves.” Cole mumbles against my lips, and I grin, “I can’t wait to see her little face when the actress sings the song to her.”

Yeshua teased, and the group laughed. Selene excused herself, following Cole to where his father and Damien stood with the Carls. “There she is,” Mr. Carl said warmly. “We had to send Cole to fetch you.” “Well, here I am,” she replied with a polished smile. Mrs. Carl leaned closer. “Three years married already. When should we expect grandchildren?” Selene laughed lightly, hiding the familiar sting of the question. “Maybe it’s part of the news we’re sharing tonight.” “You’re pregnant?” Cole’s father asked, his tone hopeful.

"Oh my gosh, my little girl." I held Simone and showered her with light kisses. Everyone was so happy that I was finally out of the hospital. We ate lunch and tried to catch up. There were so many things to talk about but I decided to interrogate Cole instead. Jake's parent already left so we all settled at the poolside. "Cole, so what happened to you?" "I just found out recently that I apparently have a three year old son." Cole admitted. "Wow. So who's the baby mama? I bet she's hot."

She had crossed state lines and changed names and rebuilt herself molecule by molecule to keep her daughter away from this world, away from cuts and clubhouses and violent men with dead eyes and easy tempers, and now Luna was sleeping beneath a biker patch like fate itself had finally caught up to them both. Goddamit. Cole leaned one shoulder against the wall opposite her, dark eyes fixed on the narrow crack of light spilling from the office doorway. “She’s really mine,” he said quietly, almost like he was still trying to convince himself of it. Like he still couldn’t quite believe something so beautiful could possibly belong to him. The words slid through her whole body. “Yes.” “So she’s –

The door creaked open behind us. “Fancy meeting you two here,” Wallace said, stepping in with a grin. “Didn’t even know you were making rounds.” Brad threw a thumb over his shoulder. “We’re all here for little Cole’s birthday. He’s two today. Janet and Grimm just got the boy down for a nap.” Wallace’s eyes dropped to my neck. “So it’s official, huh?” Brad crossed his arms and looked at me like a judge handing down a sentence. “That mean you’re officially our Luna?”

Silence. POV: ZARA 8PM. Dinner. All three again. The TV was on. Breaking news. "COLE CEO IN SHOCK WEDDING. BRIDE 6 MONTHS PREGNANT. WHO IS THE FATHER?" Damien muted it. "Let them talk." Zara pushed food around. "My phone’s been blowing up. Friends. Old coworkers." "Ignore them," Damien said. "I can’t." Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. Congratulations, Mrs. Cole. The results will still say what I want.