Page 117 of Other Woman Drama


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The whimper caught everyone’s attention, but it was Piers who got up and came to me.

“Time to change her?” he asked, reaching for our girl.

“Seems to be,” I murmured as I watched him pick her up.

She fit in the palm of his hand.

At four pounds, eleven ounces, she was by far a tiny little thing.

At full term, we’d all expected her to come out the size that Rocky had been—a full nine and a half pounds.

Color us all surprised when she came into the world, kicking and screaming, and the size of a small doll.

When Webber had her in his hands, it flabbergasted me how small she appeared.

Webber’s hands were huge, and our baby looked so, so small.

She was in preemie clothes and looked like a little doll.

My little lovebug.

Webber expertly brought her up to his big, barrel chest.

He pressed her against his bare skin, and his lips skimmed over her head for a long moment before he headed toward the nursery.

I heard him on the monitor, talking to her in his soft, deep voice, and knew that my dreams had come true.

So many had come true, that I sometimes felt like I was going to burst at the seams from happiness.

I didn’t work anymore.

Didn’t have to.

When I was feeling frisky, I went to work with Webber and hung out with the kids—though that was before Miss Mable made her appearance.

Now, I would have to wait until she was old enough to withstand the heat.

“Come on, baby girl,” Webber’s deep voice said. “Come to Papa.”

Come to Papa.

Fuck, but I loved this man.

Mabel didn’t cry.

Not when she was with her daddy.

“Ready to start the show?” I asked when he arrived back in the huge Alaskan king bed.

“Ready.”

And when he lay down, our daughter on his chest, Eedie sandwiched between us cuddling Rocky, I closed my eyes and thanked my lucky stars that fate had given this man to me. Given me his daughter. Given me these two babies we shared.

Given me the life that I’d always wanted.

The beginning part of my life might’ve been awful—thank God I hadn’t heard from my dad since Webber had kicked him out of my life—but the middle part? It was the absolute best.

We didn’t have any more crazy people turning our lives upside down, but Webber hadn’t dated in years because I was his permanent date. So no more nut jobs to run him off the road and shoot at him.