Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

A FEW MONTHS LATER

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"Welcome to this world, Aiden. Mommy loves you so much," I whispered into his tiny ears and he squinted at me before closing his eyes again. And I wondered if he heard me, I wondered if he could feel and tell that he was in his mother's arms.

My eyes

es watered, filled with tears of joy as I stroked the cheeks of my son. Just the thought that he was mine made my heart swell with so much love and happiness. Gosh, He looked so innocent. Too pure for this world.

Without any complications, I had successfully given birth to a bouncy baby boy in the same hospital where I had found out that I was pregnant.

I smiled. The past few months had been a lot; it was a month that was filled with a rollercoaster of emotions, a month where I had received support and love, even from people I hadn't expected it from. Infact, these past few months have been one of my favorites.

Grace sighed again, her gaze glued to Aiden in my hands as if he had hypnotized her. "He's going to grow into a handsome hunk."

I laughed, Aiden shook in my hands as my shoulder moved, "Already?"

"I can already see it," she murmured back, absentmindedly, her gaze trained on Alden. "He would be stunning."

After she was allowed in, Grace had been silent. She just hugged me and stared at Aiden as if he was unreal, as though if she touched him, he would disappear into the air. After minutes had passed, she finally moved closer and touched his fists, gasping as her hands came in contact with my son's flesh. You would think she had never seen or touched a baby before.

She touched Aiden's hands then gently tried to stick her pinky finger in-between his small clenched fists.

"You should stop doing that before he decides to never let go." I smiled. She had been doing that since she touched him.

"It's so cute," she cooed. She drew back from him and looked at me, her eyes gleaming with restrained tears, "Aiden is so cute that I want to just scream and cry at his beauty."

I couldn't help but laugh. I slightly winced when I felt a sharp pain in my perineal area and I briefly wondered if it was okay for me to laugh so much after going through the strenuousness of childbirth. Childbirth is scary. After Aiden, I don't think I want to go through that process anymore. Atleast, not anytime soon.

I was terrified and tired and on the verge of giving up. I thought I would never be able to push my child out and that I would die with him in my stomach but the doctor and nurses edged me on and... Mark was there.

His hands gripped mine, silently passing across that he would never let go, I had blurry memories of me shouting for him to go away: I hit and bit him whenever he got closer but he still remained by my side, +25 BONUS

cheering me on - even though there was nothing to cheer on. 'You can do it, Sydney. Come on, you're strong and your baby can't wait to meet you."

He was by my side until Aiden let out his first sound - an ear piercing cry. I had never been so happy to

hear a cry.

Mark, that man, had been more supportive than I would have imagined in a thousand years. In the past months, he was there for me through thick and thin.

Instead of laughing. I settled for grinning. "Have some dignity, will you? You're his godmother."

"I can't help it," she cooed and looked at Aiden again, her lips stretching into a wider smile.

"You're crying just by touching him now. If you keep this up, when he grows up, he'll think you're a strange aunt who only cries when you see him."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Grace laughter filled the room. When shebsovered up, she took Aiden from me and gently swayed him. Holding his tiny fists, she said, "Then I have a lot of practice to do so I can get used to his beauty. I must familiarize myself with him. I can't bear to let him think I'm a strange aunt in the future."