Travis Kelce Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"Sorry, Louis. Why it can be?" "I don't know, this miracle is a rare situation said the doctor. I'm the one who apologizes, if we had tried to be fine from the start then this wouldn't have happened, and according to my promise, I will still love her, she is my daughter and you gave her a name. My son is called Greeshawn, and who is that little girl." "Keatra, she's my girl, mine," I said. Keaton has every right to his daughter's name. Keatra is Keaton and Radella, we love each other and I will never throw away all my memories with him.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

“You’re not going to believe this.” He turned the screen. It was a screenshot from a private industry Slack channel. Anonymous, but verified members. Someone claiming to be Veronica’s former assistant had posted: If you think the leaks are over, wait until you see what she did to her own daughter. The room went still. Damien pushed off the wall. “Daughter?” “She has no daughter,” Celeste said. But her voice faltered. “Does she?” Tasha looked stunned. “No public record. No birth certificate. Nothing on file in any of her bios.”

Tia and I hoped our plan worked out. Kimberly named her daughter Emma, and Tia loved the name. I watched Caleb put a lot of effort into the first few days, and I was proud of him. He had also stopped looking at Tia, which made me happy that he was serious about making it work with Kimberly. She wasn't free around him yet, but she tried to be civil. We all knew it would take some time. I just hoped Caleb succeeds at it.

I said, picking up the folder that had the information on Creighton's daughter. She had a name. Celia Amalee. My age, she pretends she lost both of her parents. It isn't stated why she does that. She seems to hold a distinct hatred for her father, surely, he must have done something she didn't like. She could have left the pack with him when he was banished. Their relationship is strained, and I want to know why.

“Well, I seem to remember somebody in this family being married—and still being married—to some hoity toity miss from the country club. If you wanted a choice in the matter, you sure went the wrong way about it.” Xavier stopped swearing, and she put the phone back to her ear. “That’s better. Now, I’ve got Will, and I’ve got McKenzie Kent, who I guess is actually McKenzie Killeen? Her parents were in some kind of pseudo-witness-protection program.” She paused. “Yes, as I understand, her father’s name is Caleb. Mother by the name of Jocelyn… Jacey, yes. Hell, you seem to know more than I do.”

The operating room door opened, his family approached him and the nurse immediately walked to another room to clean his son. "How is the condition, my daughter?" Kevan asked curiously when his daughter's husband had just come out of the operating room. Luis smiled as he hugged Kevin. "My wife managed to give birth to a son I named, Troye Alizy Duttlof!" he told all of them who were immediately moved by the happy news. ***

Elara immediately got up from Trevor's lap and cleared her throat. She was embarrassed to face the person who entered the room. However, she heard two little cute voices. The voices melted her heart. "Mom?" "Aunt?" She turned her head and saw the two tiny figures walking into the meeting hall. "Travis? Kyla?" Travis was their son. He was four years old. Kyla was Kevin and Aria's daughter, three and a half years old. They ran toward Trevor when he turned his chair to them. "Uncle Trevor!" Kyla hugged his legs.

And she had a piece of me. A knock sounded behind me and broke the tender moment I was having with my son. Irritation shit through me but I stamped down on it when I smelt my Beta's scent. “Did you get the info?” I asked without turning around. “Yes, Alpha. Her name is Celeste Grayson and she's twenty-three years old. She recently reunited with her biological family after discovering she was kidnapped as a baby.” I slowly turned, brows drawn in shock as I held my baby gingerly. “What?”