Novel & Cerita Travis Kelce Daughter

I said and went in. As soon as Cait saw me she stood up from the couch and came towards me. I looked at her nervously. "Here, take your daughter. And your son is right there. Take care of them. I am leaving." she said angrily handing me our six months old daughter, Susan. Yes, we have two kids. A three-year-old son, Travis, and a six-month-old daughter, Susan. Bella and Andrew have twins, a girl, Grace, and a boy, Michael, both of Travis's age.

"Wait, isn't this year's NCEE's top scorer, Miles Glover, the CEO's son? When did she suddenly have a daughter?" "I heard that this Mr. Leach is her childhood sweetheart, and the son is one born from an arranged marriage. My friend who works at court said they've signed a divorce agreement ages ago."

The estate felt alive with summer energy. Celeste stood on the balcony watching Sofia pack her bags for her first college semester. At eighteen, their daughter was ready to step into the world. Nico leaned against the railing beside Celeste while Eli carried another box downstairs. “She’s going to do great,” Celeste said softly. Nico nodded. “We raised her well.” Eli came back up and wrapped his arms around Celeste from behind. “Our girl is smart and strong. Just like her mom.”

" I turned to see Kaelos running toward me, his face pale, his eyes filled with panic and something else—fear? Guilt? “Kaelos,” Jessica greeted him in a voice that suddenly became soft, almost sweet. “It's been a long time.” Kaelos stopped beside me, his gaze locked on Jessica and the child in her arms. I watched his face closely, trying to read every emotion, every reaction. “Jessica,” he finally said, his voice controlled but tense. “What are you doing here?” “I'm here because of our daughter,” Jessica replied, lifting Elara slightly. “Elara. She's one year old now. And she has the right to know her father.”

"Do you think something could've happened to her?" "How could that be? She must've gone into hiding because she found out I was sick and that I needed her bone marrow," Summer speculated. Our parents still believed her. In the end, Summer suggested, "I'm going on a livestream. People deserve to know what Sienna is really like." They agreed immediately, almost eagerly. That night, Summer went live. The livestream title was pure clickbait, engineered to go viral across the internet. [I'm dying, and my twin sister ran away instead of donating her bone marrow. #ShouldIStillBeAliveIfMySisterWon'tSaveMe?]

She fretted that Cilix might be too soft on Madeline, his own flesh and blood, but with the Sanders family's troubles brewing, she knew he would have to play ball. "The real snag is that Trevon's got Lydia cooped up in the hospital, and she can't make her case to the Gibsons," she mused. Cilix absorbed her words, his face a mask of calm, though his mind was racing with plans. Skylar shadowed him, anxious for his buy-in. To her relief, Cilix finally exhaled and said calmly, "My daughter's had a miscarriage. I'm bringing her home to heal. Trevon can't stop me."

“Yep. Only the second McKay girl born in a hundred and twenty-three years. And she’s yours.” His. He had a baby daughter. “Holy shit.” If Kade hadn’t been sitting down, he’d’ve been falling down. He repeated inanely, “A baby? Skylar had a baby? I’m a father?” “It appears so.” “What’s her name?” “Eliza.” Eliza. Pretty. His head spun. “Why didn’t she tell me?” “I don’t know, son, but I suspect you’d better find out.” Kade heaved himself out of the chair. “Damn straight.” He snagged his hat off the coat rack and stormed out to his truck.