Travis Kelce Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"She's been 40 minutes away from our daughter this entire time and had never once tried to see her?" "Sorry, bro, she's a piece...Living with some rich old dude in a fancy house. Cheats on him with her tennis instructor and the pool guy." "WHAT?" I ask, then had to clarify. "You are talking about Kayla, right? Kayla Blan?" "The one and only. 'Cept she goes by Kayla Baker now." Her maiden name. She's reverted back to her maiden name and was living 40 minutes away form our daughter, without so much as a god damned Happy Birthday...

I inform the group. “That is wise Derek. Calista have you told him,” asks elder Conrad. “Yes, he is aware of what I went through when losing my twin.” Mark and Keila look at mom in shock. “What twin,” asks Keila. “I will talk to you two about her later. You are named after her Keila,” mom replies. They leave it for now but I know they will demand answers later. I place my hand on Davina’s belly and smile. We’re having a boy.

She asked. "Listen.. ugly duckling! Don't even try to flirt with my dad! You're a pathetic and-" I kicked Kyle's ass and pushed him back to the track. I turned back to Keara and her eyes filled with tears. "Keara.. may I know your last name?" I asked. "It's Keara Knightley." She said as she wiped her tears and I leaned down a little to talk to her. "You can marry my son.. on my condition." I said and her eyes widen.

Mom and Dad are staying with Tellie until she gives birth. It’s Tuesday and I am cooking dinner for the ranked members and our family. Justin and Lesley named their daughter Marcella Olivia Kristen. Her brother, JJ, thinks her name is cutie and refuses to call her anything else. Joshua and Sherry had Trey a week after the attack. So now there are three kids, future Beta JJ, Future Gamma RJ and, of course, Marcella. “What are you cooking, my love?” Stone asks, coming up behind me and kissing my mark.

Veronica's voice trembled as she asked, "Who was she? I mean... What was her name?" Kelvin's words dropped like a bombshell: "She's the daughter of Ricky Andrea and Monica Andrea." Of course, I had told Kelvin about me, but he never once sounded like the names rang a bell. I thought, my mind reeling with questions. I felt a sting of betrayal, realizing Kelvin must have known more about me. His calm demeanor now seemed like a carefully crafted facade. I hoped I was judging wrongly.

Travis pointed to the two files he was holding. “Miss Shaina Monreal is the daughter of Mrs. Cristy’s eldest son. According to the information I gathered, she lived in Italy for more than five years.” Nodding, Travis scrolled through the file of the woman they were talking about again. It’s only about her achievements and nothing about her personal life. He looked up again when he heard Angeline’s finishing speech. “Brother, you and Angeline are really fit for each other and are both good at business!” Joshua said proudly while clapping his hands along with the others there.

I smiled and was about to hug her when I noticed she was holding a five or six-month baby. "Her name is Rose. Kelsy and Ryder's daughter." I smiled, "She's beautiful. Is Kelsy here too?" Delores nods, "She is in the powder room. I thought you might like to meet your niece," I narrow my eyes, "Kelsy wouldn't want me to meet her," Delores waves it off. "Brinley, I know Kelsy listened to father more than I did. But sooner or later, she will acknowledge how wrong she's been, and you are her sister."

" She shakes her head and with tears welling up in her eyes she tell me that it is and never will be my fault. A few tears escape before she can stop them and she wipes them away. "Now enough sad and depressing talk, i promised you i had a friend candidate for you. She is the daughter of my high school best friend, Cecilia." "Is Cecilia your friend or the daughter?" i ask "My friend. Her daughter's name is Isla. She is a Davenport." "Sorry to say but Davenport doesn't ring a bell at all." i say with an apologetic shrug.

There was no point blaming him; it was her own choice to form a chasm between them. In the dream, he named their daughter Twinkle Bishop. How could she be a Bishop? She should have been a York, but the nickname Pearly was clever and suited her as a jewelry designer. Celeste chuckled bitterly. She stayed in the hospital for three to four days before being discharged. Shortly after returning home, Kenny visited her with good news.

After kissing my cheek, he scooped my daughter out of my arms. I noticed that Jackson clenched his hands at his sides, and I wondered if he was doing that to stop himself from stealing her back since I was tempted to do the same. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my dad—he’d raised me, after all—but I realized that I wasn’t ready to share my daughter yet when he cradled her against his chest. Jackson shot me a knowing look as my dad asked, “What name did you two finally settle on?” “Gabrielle Celia Baldwyne,” I announced with a soft smile. “That’s an awfully big name for such a little thing,” my dad cooed