Chapter 167
Chapter 167:
“I love you, Mrs. Briggs,” he murmured, his voice thick with feeling. “You’ve given me everything I ever dreamed of p>
“I love you too,” I said softly. “It makes me so happy to know I can give you what you’ve always wanted. You, Sofia, and this little one growing in here—there’s nothing that could make me happier than being your wife and being the mother of our children.” My hand drifted to my stomach.
I pressed my forehead to his, smiling through the emotion swelling in my chest.
“You gave me the whole world, Winona,” he whispered.
Those words made me cry. He was always sweet, but something about that moment felt different. What he’d just said meant more to me than anything else.
Truthfully, I never imagined the man I’d marry—the man I’d love with my whole heart, the person I’d build a family with—would be the same man who’d been my boss for two years. Back then, I never looked at him that way. But love always has its own plan. Somehow, everything in our lives—every turn, every struggle—had brought us here. Maybe it was always meant to happen this way, and we just needed time to see it.
“You’re my whole world,” I whispered, stroking his cheek gently. “You and our babies p>
“And I always will be, baby,” he replied with a hopeful smile. “I can’t wait to see where life takes us p>
I kissed him again, then curled into his chest and let him hold me. In that moment, I felt overwhelmed by how much love I carried. At last, life was giving me everything I’d ever wanted—and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Davidson’s POV:
Nine months later.
𝗪е𝖾k𝗹𝘺 𝘳еle𝖺𝗌𝘦𝘀 𝗼𝗻
“He looks like you, my love,” I told Winona as she cradled our baby in her arms.
His name was Lorenzo Davidson Briggs—our beautiful boy, born just an hour ago, weighing four kilograms. Healthy and perfect.
“He does look like you, doesn’t he? He’s beautiful,” she said, smiling down at our son as she fed him.
“I have to admit, sweetheart, we really do make gorgeous babies.” I winked, and she laughed.
Lorenzo’s birth had been much faster than Sofia’s. Winona had only been in labor for ten hours this time. Everything about his arrival seemed easier, at least compared to when she had Sofia. That made sense—Sofia had been our first. This pregnancy had been smoother too.
There wasn’t much morning sickness, and her mood stayed steady, which I was grateful for—especially with Sofia still so little. No matter what path we took, I knew we would have ended up here.
Sofia was growing quickly, her personality shining through more every day. She was turning into a little mischief-maker, just like her mother. She was doing wonderfully—talking constantly and even beginning to walk. Sometimes she wobbled, but she managed. She had a healthy appetite and, honestly, she was perfect.
“Will you bring me our girl, love? I want her to meet her little brother,” Winona said, beaming up at me.
I nodded, kissed her forehead, and turned to my son.