How Old Is Cole Swindell Daughter Novels & Stories

“They’ve built a life filled with love. Maya and Elias… they’ve truly created something incredible.” From the kitchen, Colton and Isabella peeked in, holding hands and smiling at the lively scene. Their daughter had just turned three, and she was helping Anika and Jamie with small tasks, giggling as she tried to follow their instructions. “I think she’ll be bossy like you two soon enough,” Isabella whispered to Colton, both of them laughing quietly.

As he made the baby lie down beside her, she cradled her with a beatific smile on her face. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she admired her little angel's face and hands while she was sleeping peacefully, raising her hands in the air. As she kissed her forehead, a lone tear of contentment trickled down her cheek, and Cole smiled and captured the beautiful moment on his phone. "Cole, she is so tiny and beautiful." She smiled at him with joy before shifting her gaze towards her princess and caressing her cheek with affection. "Our Princess is divinely pretty like her mumma." Cole leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her daughter's forehead.

March 10, 1991 “Liz aren’t you done yet? I’ve already washed up Quinn and you're still in front of your computer. Before I went in you said just another ten minutes.” Cole groans as he cuddles their one year old son in his arms. He had the same blond hair as his father and took his grey orbs from his mother. Then he reaches out to her. “Mama.”

She had really disliked Cole at first, furious that he had been so blind to her daughter's worth. As time passed and she witnessed Cole's commitment to Helma, she began to think maybe he had changed his ways. Now, she could sense Helma's lingering feelings for Cole, and there was the matter of little Smiley. Smiley was Cole's son, barely six months old, and already the spitting image of his dad. That secret would not stay hidden for long. Helma sat with Jade in the living room for a bit until the butler ushered in the visitor.

Cole’s mom was on live interview with the biggest broadcast station in Cabin city. Interviewer: It’s nice having you here, Miss Annabel. Cole’s mom: Thank you Jude. It is a pleasure. Interviewer: There have been rumors and speculation that you and your son Cole Swift has been the black sheep of The Swift family. What is your opinion about that?

I urged him when he would not put me down, and stopped when he did not budge, even pretending not to hear me. "Mommy!" I heard Jada—my second daughter, cry out, and she was attacking her ear in no time, who was just struggling to walk past her and lay me in bed. She was still up past her bedtime? I thought, but I was too tired to react. Before Cole could be authoritative with what her or anything, Purity showed up with Josh in hand. Josh was Denise's son, only a year older than my four-year-old Jada. "Jada! Come on, let mommy rest!" Purity called out, and Jada only crossed her arms around her chest in refusal. Cole went to sit down on a chair with me still huddled in his arms.

But how could she be the Cole family's daughter? Her parents had loved her very much since she was a child, and everyone around her said she looked like her mother. More importantly, she had a household registration book, a birth certificate, and a photo of her mother holding her in her arms in the hospital room when she was born. Undoubtedly, it was just a coincidence. Sheila only hesitated for a moment before deciding not to say anything. It was obvious that the loss of her daughter had had a huge impact on Mrs. Cole, and the Cole father and son were also very troubled.

And according to tradition, all unmated wolves must be married before they turn 25. She is 24 and has been seeing Beta Cole for a while now. She is even carrying his child, which is why everything is such a rush. I brush my teeth, change into sweatpants and a black shirt, and head down for breakfast. I see my son eating alone, as usual. He doesn’t have school today. "Good morning, baby." I kiss his hair and ruffle it. He groans. "Mom, I am not a baby anymore! I’m 9," he whines.

'If I hadn't lost my daughter, she should have been so cute too,' Catelyn thought. Her heart softened in an instant. She subconsciously reached out to touch the baby and asked in a slightly choked voice, "How old is she?” "Half a month. I took her back from the hospital a few days ago," It was Sharon Collins who answered the question. She was the woman just brought home by Edwin. "She is so small." If her daughter could be found back, she should be one month old now. "It took Sharon a lot of effort to give birth to her, and that’s why she looks small. But she is a healthy child and will gradually grow up," Edwin said.

​A flash of absolute shock crossed Helena’s face—if I had blinked, I would have missed it entirely. ​She quickly recovered, greeting me warmly before shifting her gaze directly back to Cole. ​"Cole... I have something to tell you," she said, looking him dead in the eye. ​Cole stared back at her, his expression completely unreadable, every muscle in his jaw locked tight. ​"This is your son, Caleb," she said softly, looking down at the young boy beside her. ​The boy looked up at Cole with wide eyes. "Dad?"