Noah POVLuke was taking her time saying his goodbyes.Despite seeing me and triplets, he engaged Briana far longer than necessary.I was sure it was to annoy me.But I already resolved not to rise to his ploy. I already knew how my responses affected my children. I decided to cling hard to my cool.“What is mommy doing?”“Is he the guy mommy is dating?”My children asked while we waited for their mother in the lobby of Rosewood Hotel.We were attracting people. They will openly stare at the children before averting their attention to mine. Some would even talk in whispers.“What if Mommy marries that guy?” Riley nudged me on the ribs to ask the question I had dreaded thinking.What if Riley is right?Briana dated Goldstone, but it was just once. She did not date him again.Luke Bennett was in a different ball game altogether. She dated him yesterday, and today, he fetched her home. He sure is not wasting his time. My heart started to beat double as fear began to fester in my heart.
Briana POVI wanted to glance at the glass window, knowing Noah and the children were looking at me, but I kept a tight rein to the urge.They were waiting at the lounge reserved for guests and their guests while I said my goodbyes to Luke.“I know you are itching to return to your children, but may I borrow a few more minutes of your time?” My brows furrowed.“Why?” I asked inanely, not knowing what to say because half my mind was already with the children, and if I must admit it, their father.I love seeing how, in a short time, Noah had bonded with the children. The triplets love him, and I could see the feeling is mutual.Noah doted on them, too.I never thought he would be a great father, but as the days went by, he was proving himself more and more.Noah is born to be a Daddy.My eyes misted.“Hey, are you listening?” Luke pulled me out of my musings.I raised my head to look into his eyes.“Come again?”Luke smiled, but there was something about the smile. It looked wistful.“I
Briana POVWhile talking to Noah, I purposely made my voice loud so the two women eyeing Noah earlier would get my general drift.They had been checking Noah out when I arrived, and the sight just got to my head, making my fuse meter surge.I am not angry at Noah.I am also not angry at the women who eyed him shamelessly.I am more angry at my body’s reaction.I can’t seem to shake my eyes off him. Well, who won’t be tempted? He wore trunks that showed off his chiseled chest, washboard abs, and sleek legs. Truly drool-worthy.And I was too aware of his natural magnetism.When Noah left to change to dry clothes, I very nearly groaned in disappointment.When he emerged dressed in casual attire, I could not help but notice his manly appeal. Naked or with clothes, Noah had this magnetic appeal that drew attention to him.Even with the triplets hanging on to him, he still gets his fair share of attention from the restaurant clientele.“You are angry,” Noah whispered when he settled Maso
Briana POVThen, to my utter horror, Noah pulled his chair closer to me, closing the gap between us. A slight move, and we could have exchanged faces in our nearness. “Noah!” I scolded him.It sounded louder than I intended when I saw the people from our neighboring table looking our way.Embarrassed, I ducked my head, but the thick-skinned Noah only beamed at me.“What?” He is really testing my patience.“Don’t get too close.” I hissed, grateful that our children seemed oblivious to our bickering.“I can’t seem to help it. I am the metal to your magnet.” He supplied glibly.I snorted. “Yeah. That is why you didn’t look for me.” I wanted the floor to swallow when I let the bitter words out.“But it did not mean I did not think about you.”I blinked. “You did?”Noah nodded. “I do.”There was a softening around my heart, but I didn’t want him to see it.“You are still getting too close.” I pointed out and shoved a finger to his shoulder so he would keep his distance.Noah was unfa
Briana POVI could not breathe.My lungs felt stuffy, and my cheeks were growing warm.The promise and the threat in Noah's words sent a warm tingle to my spine.But I can’t just let myself be swayed.I let myself believe him once, and where did that get me?I ended up a divorcee, and my children did not know their father for the first years of their lives.What if he dumped me again?So many thoughts ran in my head. I had gone completely blank and totally ignored Noah.“I have to go back to the office,” I told the triplets while the wait staff cleared our table.“You just got hewe.” Brixx commented with a long face.Mason and Riley joined in the protest.“Mommy has pending work to do, and I have a meeting in thirty minutes.”“We still have time. I want to go to the park. I want to try biking here. You promised we would ride the bike.” It was Riley, laying the guilt trip on me.My expression sank.I really don’t want to stay a little longer around their father. I don’t want to feel
BrianaI decided it was time to lay down my cards and let Noah know about any misgivings I had in this setup.He wanted to prove himself not as a father to his children but as a partner to me. He wanted us to try again.But that would be asking me for a lot. If I agreed to his request, that would mean shedding my armor and making myself vulnerable.It took me five years to slowly build up my armor, and now Noah is asking me to throw it away.“Your proposal was admirable. But we were only wasting our time if I can't trust you. Let's cut ourselves some slack. Let's stop this now and find something workable for us and the children. I am sure when they grow older, they will understand."
Briana POV“You okay, Daddy?” I heard Riley ask Noah the moment we got back to our table.My eldest is becoming a daddy’s boy. I envied Noah. It did not take him long to get the triplets’ affection.Despite the four-year absence, I could see that the triplets already loved their father and depended on him.In fairness to Noah, I could also see how he loves the triplets. He was ready to drop everything for the children.He was also ready to make our relationship work for them.“He said he loves me.” I sent my best friend Hanna a text.I noticed she had been silent lately and realized I had been too preoccupied with so many things that I had forgotten about her.So, when I got the chance, I tried calling her. I assumed she was busy since she was not answering my call.After waiting for her response, I suddenly remembered it was her birthday today.“Noah, I reserved a room for the children for their nap. You can sleep with them."Noah met my statement with a frown."What about you?""Ca
Hanna POVI was out in a meeting when my secretary called me.As head of the marketing department, I sometimes go outside to meet potential clients or people from the print and broadcast industry for adverts.My secretary called to tell me someone was waiting for me at the office.Since the meeting was just inside the hotel - in one of our restaurants, I marched back to my room right after concluding the meeting.I was all smiles.The client wanted to book the hotel for their company conference. It was a huge company comprising two hundred employees.I started planning in my head and got so busy, so it came as a surprise to me when I got to my office and found my best friend waiting for me.“Briana!”She is holding a cake with a small lighted candle in the middle, singing a happy birthday song.Other employees joined in the singing.My eyes misted.My mother had forgotten it was my birthday - even my sister. Dad is dead, so there was not much to expect.But the two living relatives fo
Speechless! This word best describes what I was feeling right now. Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page. When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through. First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses. Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Briana’s POVThe soul always knows how to heal itself. I had often heard that phrase before but it was never more gratingly obvious til now. After I volunteered to be Charles and Jenna’s surrogate, I had not counted on the pain the act would invariably inflict on me. At the start, it was all too easy. For 40 weeks, I would be carrying their baby in my womb, and that was it. Jenna and Charles will have that baby they desperately wanted. Of course, Noah and I submitted to counseling before I did this, but I never expected that when the time came that I had to turn over baby Amira to her parents, it would hit me so hard. I had not counted on how my self-sacrifice would backfire on me. It hurts so much. I was so heartbroken when I realized that Amira would no longer be a part of my life. Noah took me to several sessions of counseling, and with his support, I was able to get past the hurt and accept that Amira was not mine.The rest of the family helped. My brothers hovered over me
Hello my loves, Jenna and Charles’ story was one of the most painful stories I had written so far. It was because I had to dig up long-forgotten events in my life.But I had to do it for you to be able to understand the motives behind Jenna and Charles’ actions and the pain they invariably inflicted on each other. Jenna and Charles were both non confrontational. They keep things in stride and hope for the best, but sometimes even with the best intentions, our pain could not lay hidden for too long. It needed to be addressed and voiced out, not because you wanted to lash out at your partner or give them the same pain they were giving you.Sometimes, our silence is our cry for help. Or it was a way to protect ourselves. We retreated into the inner recesses of our soul to find solace and comfort because the people we expected to comfort and provide solace for us could not hear our cry for help.But all’s well that ends well. Am glad for those people who had requested me to do a story
Charles POVOne year later…I was standing behind the french windows of the room I was occupying at the Rosewood Hotel, eyes looking outside toward my wife.This past year was a crazy one.Just as Briana predicted, Jenna and I barely had time for ourselves. The kids were growing, and they were beautiful to watch.Jenna’s laugh made its way to where I was.As I watched Jenna play with our children, I could not help comparing her to a rose in bloom.I could not help feeling proud of the changes in her.&nb
Charles POVWe placed our babies in a customized baby carrier that could fit the four of them, and Jenna and I walked out of the suite that had been our temporary home for the past month.At the lobby, we looked like we were on a parade with our nannies in tow and bodyguards, but that’s a small price to pay for the security and safety of my family.“Jenna! Charles!” Beth called out to us.We stopped when we neared her.“Where are your kids?” I asked after she and Jenna hugged each other.I learned this past month that Beth chose to be a stay-at-home m
Charles POVThe next day, our other two babies were born one after the other.Jenna and I were also there to witness everything and become part of our children’s birth.Jenna’s eyes were puffy when she held our two other newborns in her arms. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday because it still had not sunk in that she was a mom of four babies.When we visited Briana, she and Jenna had a long talk.Briana was smiling, but I could see that she was at a loss when it was time to take the baby away from her.I realized that this ordeal put a lot of strain on
Charles POVThe phone in the delivery room rang, and a nurse went to answer it.“Dr. Martin, it’s delivery room 2.” She said from across the room, allowing us to hear.Dr. Martin went to answer it. Her face was serious when she placed the phone back in its cradle.Then, she turned her head back to her medical team.“Are you still up for another delivery?” She asked her team.Their high spirits rubbed off on Jenna and me. We were smiling when they shouted, of course.
Charles POVIt was a crazy day.We were having a meeting when I heard that Briana had been rushed to the hospital.“Brie is having our baby,” I told my brothers and friend after I dropped the call.It was Jenna. She, Noah, and Biana were already in the hospital because Briana's water broke.My face contorted as emotions I could not name assailed.A mix of fear, excitement, nervousness, worry, and happiness barraged me.Briana, my baby sister, was going to deliver my and Jenna's baby right now. 
Jenna POVThe days quickly passed by.Though we did not talk about it, it seemed as if Charles and I were in tacit agreement to take things slow concerning our careers and concentrate more on each other.We go out of town and do things we had never done before as a couple.It was marvelous.“It’s good that you spend more time with each other because I tell you, once the four babies arrive, you won’t get even a wink of sleep,” Briana told me when I came to her house that afternoon to catch up and to check on her.It’s the baby’s