Running From The Billionaire

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Chapter 38

Epilogue
2 years later

“Mama, Mimi took my toy!” Matthew complained, his big gray eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Misa, give Matthew his toy back,” I bellowed, while stirring the spoon in the cookie dough batter.

Misa waddled over to where Matthew was standing clutching the helm of my dress with his tiny hand, her dark haired pigtails bouncing slightly. She frowned while clutching a Ben10 action figure close to her chest.

“He took my dolly first,” she scowled, an adorable scowl that only a two year old could manage.

I sighed and gave Matt a pointed look, who lowered his gaze. “Matt, did you take her doll?” I asked my son, wanting him to tell me the truth.

“Yes,” he responded softly, his gaze not wavering from the floor, looking guilty.

“Why?” I enquired in my best motherly tone.

“Because, Fowarms need to save a girl,” he answered, justifying his actions.

I bit my lip to stop the smile threatening to break free. I couldn’t let Matt know that his actions made me laugh, I would just end up reinforcing the behavior.

“Say sorry to Misa, Matt, and you Misa, give Matt his toy back,” I ordered gently.

“Sowwy, Mimi,” he mumbled softly, while Misa reluctantly gave him his action figure back.

“Now both of you, go to your room and play, Mama needs to work,” I instructed them.

“Mama, will we get cookeezz?” Misa questioned.

“Yes, but only if you be good, no cookies for naughty kids,” I replied, stirring the cookie dough batter.

“Can I wick the spoon?” Matt asked hopefully.

“No, me,” Misa stated.

“You both can lick the spoon, but first go see if your daddy is awake,” I told both of them, who screamed an “okay” before running off to our bedroom where Theodore was most likely sleeping.

Shaking my head, I began scooping the dough with a spoon on the baking tray, trying to stay a foot away from the counter. If Theodore saw my belly pressed against the counter he would throw a fit.

My phone rang after a while. Checking the caller ID I smiled when I saw Mandi’s name flashing.

“Hey, what’s up?” I started the conversation after accepting the call.

“Trent is driving me crazy!” she shrieked from the other line.

“What did he do now?” I enquired rolling my eyes. Since the family dinner two years ago, Trent and Amanda have been at each other’s throats. Constantly arguing and fighting. I told Amanda that Trent liked her, but she said I’d lost my mind.

“He doesn’t let me sleep. Always calls me, and it drives me crazy, I couldn’t sleep last night,” she complained. I could tell she didn’t sleep because she was cranky right now.

“Turn your ringer off, switch the phone on silent,” I suggested, sliding the baking tray in the oven and closing the oven door shut.

“I did, the asshole started calling my house number,” she responded angrily.

“How did he even get your number in the first place?” I questioned.

“He’s a Benson, Lee, how do you think he got it?!” I rolled my eyes at her response. She was right, Bensons had a lot of power and influence. I wondered what Trent wanted that he was badgering Amanda so much.

I stiffened when a pair of thick arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Theodore’s signature cologne wafted up my nostrils making my mouth water. He kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck, making my bite my lips to stifle a moan.

“Good morning, darling,” he mumbled.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked softly, not wanting Mandi to hear.

“I slept next to you, I had the best sleep,” he responded sweetly, kissing my neck softly.

“Hello, Lee, are you listening?!” Mandi’s voice penetrated the thick fog of lust.

“Yeah, I’m here, sorry I was baking cookies for the kids,” I lied, glaring at Theodore for distracting me, who just winked and pecked my lips softly.

“Oh, how are my favorite babies?” she enquired, her tone going from angry to sweet in two seconds flat; all thoughts about Trent forgotten.

“They are fine,” I responded simply, as Theodore led me out of the kitchen and into the living room where Misa and Matthew were playing.

“I’m coming over in two hours and I’m bringing new toys for the kids.” with that she hung up before I could protest.

“Amanda’s coming over,” I told Theodore once we sat down on the sofa.

“Okay, how are you?” Theodore enquired.

“I’m alright.”

“How’s my son?” he asked, placing his hand on my flat but newly pregnant tummy.

“It could be a girl, you know,” I argued, looking over at the kids. Misa was playing with her dolls while Matt was busy playing with his cars and action figures.

“It’s not a girl, I know,” he stated confidently.

Before I could come up with a solid reply, Misa shrieked, succeeding in gaining Theodore and my attention.

“Daddy, Matt took Sara’s chair!” Sara was Misa’s doll.

“Matt, give Sara’s chair back to Misa,” Theodore admonished softly.

“No, Mimi woub get hwrrt,” he stated, hiding the tiny, pink chair with tiny legs—that could very well hurt Misa if she accidentally stepped on it—behind him. He was only two years old right now and only three minutes older than Misa and already he was so protective of her.

“Daddy,” Misa began flailing her arms as tears begun spilling from her gray eyes. She ran over to us and threw herself in Theodore’s arms who was always ready to catch her.

“Princess, don’t cry, Matt is going to give the chair back, right Matt?” Theodore cooed at her, making me scowl. He was spoiling the kids.

Matt just looked away and begun playing with his toys, pretending as if he didn’t hear Theodore.

Theodore wiped away Misa’s tears, and after assuring her Matt would be punished for not giving her chair back, he gently pushed her off his lap, letting her go back to her toys.

“These two are just like you,” I commented, watching the kids with a small smile on my face.

“No they’re not,” Theodore countered.

“Yes they are, they look exactly like you, and they have the same qualities as you; they are demanding like you, and have the ability to make me give into almost every single one of their demands like you, and they wake up early like you—” Theodore cut me off with a laugh.

“Sweetheart, all the kids are demanding and they have the ability to make their parents give into their demands,” he argued.

“But they look like you.” I eyed the twins, who were the mirror image of each other. Both of them had Theodore’s dark, silky hair and the exact same pair of gray eyes. Matt already had an aura of authority, which was weird for a two year old, while Misa knew exactly how to get what she wanted and when she wanted something she didn’t rest until she got it. Just a month ago, she wanted a pair of shoes which I did not want to buy for her just yet, but she refused to leave the shop till I purchased the pair of shoes.

“Well yeah, I’m their father and they are identical twins, so if one of them looks like me the other one will, too, don’t worry, I have a feeling our unborn son is going to look like you,” Theodore stated with a smile.

“I don’t really mind if our unborn child looks like me or not. I still can’t believe I got pregnant so early,” I told him absentmindedly.

“Correction, we are pregnant,” he corrected,

“I don’t understand, why do you always say that, you don’t have to give birth or anything,” I demanded to know.

Theodore chuckled before pecking my cheek. “Sweetheart, I am going to be with you every step of the way, I’m going to take care of you and would make sure you feel perfectly fine. I am going to stress over your and the baby’s health, and I may not physically feel the pain of child birth, but seeing you in pain will definitely cause me pain, so that’s why I say, sweetheart, we are pregnant,” he explained sweetly.

I blinked my eyes preventing the tears, which filled my eyes as I heard Theodore’s words, from falling and smiled at him. Cuddling next to him as I looked at my children, I sent a silent thank you to the higher power who had given me everything I could passible ask for. A loving husband and two adorable children with the third one on the way, I was the happiest woman alive.

“By the way, we are naming our son Callum,” Theodore stated after a while.

“Okay, but if it’s a girl we’re naming her Christy,” I replied with a chuckle.

“It’s not a girl,” Theodore replied with confidence.

“If it turns out to be a girl, then you are going to stop spoiling the kids,” I stated. Theodore’s relatives already spoil the kids rotten and with Theodore granting their every wish, their room was starting to resemble a mini toy store.

“I can’t do that, and you know that, but I know it’s a boy so I have nothing to worry about,” he responded.

“We’ll see.”

“Daddy, come I want to show you something,” Misa said, gripping Theodore’s hand with both of her tiny ones and dragged him down to the carpeted floor. “Look it’s us,” she stated pointing at the two male dolls and two female dolls sitting around a tiny pink table together.

“This is you.” she pointed at the older looking male doll, who was Ken, with her index finger. “This is Mama.” she pointed to the older Barbie doll who was sitting next to Ken. “This is Matt.” she pointed at the younger looking male doll who was sitting next to Barbie. “And this is me.” she pointed at the doll who was dressed like a princess sitting next to Ken.

“Wow, that’s wonderful, princess, but you didn’t save a seat for your baby brother,” Theodore told her softly.

Theodore had already told the kids that they were going to have a baby brother, and Misa and Matt did everything to make sure their unborn baby brother was included. Whenever we had lunch, Matt and Misa would demand for another high chair which was for Callum. Matt demanded another milk bottle for Callum. Those two had a box filled with toys which was for Callum. All of this sometime drove me crazy, but it also made my heart swell with happiness. These two were just like Theodore, loving and caring for their family members no matter what.

“Mama, come and pwaay with me,” Matt demanded.

Immediately, I stood up and went down to where Theodore, Matt and Misa were playing with legos. Matt gave me a few pieces of legos and instructed me to put the blue over the red one and then the yellow. Misa then brought her stuffed animals and told us that we were having a tea party.

While Misa forced her stuffed rabbit to eat a piece of cake, Theodore wrapped his arm around my shoulders and squeezed softly.

“This is perfect, you have no idea how happy I am now. There was a time when I thought I would never be happy, but you, sweetheart, you changed that, you gave me one happiness after the other, and I wish I could tell you exactly how much I love you, but unfortunately words are not enough to convey my feelings,” he whispered softly.

Turning to face him, I kissed him softly. “You have made me the happiest woman alive, amd trust me when I say, I’m glad that despite everything, you didn’t give up and held on to me, I love you so much, Theodore,” I replied.

“I’ll always hold on to you, darling.” Theodore kissed my cheek.

“And I’ll always love you,” I stated.

“Always.” was his reply.

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