Chapter 18%
Pregnancy wasn’t easy.
The morning sickness, the exhaustion, the constant back pain–I had read about it all, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.
Jeron, however, was over the moon. He transformed into the most overprotective, doting husband imaginable.
“You shouldn’t be walking too much,” he scolded one morning, pulling me back to bed as I tried to get up.
I rolled my eyes. “Jeron, I’m pregnant, not injured.“%
“Still,” he insisted, tucking the blankets around me. “You need rest. Doctor’s orders.“”
I sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. Jeron Kavinsky, the billionaire CEO, had now made it his full–time job to take care of me.
And honestly?
I loved it. The months passed, and my belly grew.
Jeron accompanied me to every doctor’s appointment, held my hand through every checkup, and even decorated the nursery himself -though he refused to let me lift a finger.
“You sit. You supervise,” he ordered, setting down paint samples. “I’ll do the work.“}]
I smirked. “You? Painting?”
He scowled. “I can paint, Katherine.”}
By the end of the day, he was covered in paint, cursing under his breath, and calling for a professional.
I never let him live it down. Then came the cravings.}
At 2 AM, I nudged Jeron awake.
“Hmm?” he murmured sleepily.
“I want mangoes.“}
He blinked. “What?”
“Mangoes,” I repeated. “And ice cream.“}
Jeron groaned but got up, grabbed his phone, and called someone. Within thirty minutes, I had fresh mangoes and a tub of vanilla ice cream.
I grinned. “You’re the best.”
He kissed my forehead. “Anything for you, and our little one.”
The night my contractions started, Jeron panicked.”
“Hospital bag. Where’s the hospital bag?” he muttered, running around the room.”
I gritted my teeth through the pain. “Jeron, calm down.”
“Calm down? You’re in labor!“}
I groaned as another contraction hit. “Less talking. More driving!“}
Jeron carried me to the car and broke every traffic rule possible.
At the hospital, he never left my side, holding my hand, whispering reassurances, his love shining through his every touch.”
Then, after hours of pain->
A cry filled the room.”
Our baby.
Tears welled in my eyes as they placed our son in my arms. Tiny. Perfect. Ours.
Jeron, speechless, ran a trembling hand through his hair.”
‘God, he’s beautiful,” he whispered.”
I smiled. “Just like his dad.”
Jeron kissed my forehead, then our son’s tiny hand.”
“Welcome to the world, little one.”
And just like that–we were a family.}
Parenthood was chaos. Jeron, despite being a ruthless businessman, was helpless when it came to diapers.
“How does this work?!” he groaned, staring at the diaper in confusion.
I laughed. “Figure it out, Daddy.”
He grumbled but did it–until he got peed on.”
“TRAITOR!” he shouted at our baby.
I was crying from laughter.”
Then, months later, I missed my period. I knew. I waited until dinner, setting the pregnancy test beside Jeron’s plate. He sat down, talking about work, then froze when he saw it.
Silence.
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Then, he looked at me. “Is this…?“W
I nodded, grinning. Jeron jumped up, grabbing me, spinning me around.
“Another baby!” he shouted.
I laughed. “Yes, another baby!”
Jeron kissed me everywhere. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, Jeron.”
The second pregnancy was easier.
Jeron spoiled me even more, and our son became fascinated with my belly.
“Baby?” he would ask, poking my stomach.
“Yes, baby,” I’d smile.
Jeron lifted him, kissing his cheek. “You’re going to be a big brother.”
Our son beamed. “Big brother!“N
Then, finally-
Our daughter was born.
Jeron cried. As he held her for the first time, his hands trembled.N
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.N
I had never seen Jeron so emotional.
He looked at me, eyes filled with love. “Our family is complete.“N
I smiled. Yes. It was. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.N
