บททั้งหมดของ Finding My Baby Daddy: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

"It was so hard to cope with everything on my own. I was keeping our home clean, building on it, working full-time, and cooking. I think if I'd been truthful with myself, I would have realized I felt stuck because I didn't want to admit I was wrong. I didn't want to admit that I deserved better." "You do know now that you deserve better—so much better?" Benjamin whispered to her, but she got so caught up in his eyes that she didn't answer."Breakfast for two," someone said and she looked at the door to see Peter standing there, with an 'oh shit face'. "Thanks, Dad," Benjamin commented as he cleared his throat. He moved out of the bed as Peter walked into the room. "Well, I am going to sit with your mother and spend some time with my grandsons before I need to start work." Peter moved his eyes to Pandora. Then he proceeded to tell her how every one of their friends and family members was going to take turns watching the boys. In the end, Peter raised an eyebrow almost as if he was a

"What?" Pandora gasped out. "It's fine and the show isn't for another five months," she said as if those simple words would wash away her worries. "Just go with it, if you don't want to do it, it will be fine, too. While she loves clothes, she's not overly pushy," Benjamin whispered in her ear. "Oh, and I now have the hairdresser sorted out as well as the makeup artists." She looked at Maisey who was smiling away. "Who did you get?" Benjamin asked. "Ron, Pandora's friend. He runs a line of spas and salons. Keira works elsewhere but I heard she helps with marketing, doesn’t she?""Yes," Pandora smiled broadly, happy for her friends. "That is really nice of you, they are great." Maisey laughed and gave her a thumbs up. "And, I am so into his macho men photo shoot," Maisey commented as she wiggled her eyebrows. "He said I could design the costumes, so that means I get to dress Milton up. And by goodness, I have wanted to get my hands on that man's wardrobe for years now." In the e

As she walked away, she picked up her cell that was charging on the counter. She felt the need to call the hospital. "Hi, it's Pandora Leo... Parks, Jack and Micheal's mom. I'm just calling to see how they are doing. My password is…" she mumbled quickly once her call was connected. "Good morning, Pandora, it's Claire, and both boys are doing well," she said softly. "Jack's doing great. He's only had two blips so far tonight, and Micheal had five." She felt her heart beating faster than humanly possible. No matter how many times they told her this, she couldn't seem to be calm about them talking about her sons forgetting to breathe. "They're doing great, Pandora." She let out a long breath and nodded, though she couldn't see her. She felt reassured, and a little more relaxed. "Okay, thanks, I'll let you get back to work." Claire told her goodbye and she placed her cell back on the counter to continue charging. Not feeling tired, she decided to look around Benjamin's home. His kit

Another week passed and the boys were both two weeks old. Pandora’s dad and Nina had been staying at Lana and Peter’s home during the week and heading home on the weekends to check on things. All four of them had been great and were getting along swimmingly. She was sure that had added to her dad and Nina wanting to move, but she did know that the boys were the main reason. She desperately wanted them to move closer to her, too. She never realized just how much she missed her dad until she had him around every day lately. During the past week, she found that Maisey's new project was making premature baby clothes, and her lucky boys now had a large number of clothes to try out. She had been enjoying it so much that she had donated a large amount to the NICU to give to the parents of little ones going home. If someone told her this a few months ago, she would've been surprised, but after getting to know the Parks family, she knew it was just the way they were. The entire family enjo

"Well, yeah, I've got two of these cutie pies now and there's only one of you," she replied without looking at him. "How was last night?" Lana asked putting the bottle of milk she brought with them in the fridge. "It went well," Pandora told her but she shook her head chuckling gently. "The first night—week—I had Benjamin home, I just about slept in his bed with him. I would have if Peter allowed me to." "Yeah, I seem to have fallen into the trap of needing to check if he's breathing," she confessed. She knew full well she had freaked out a few times because Jack's breathing movements were so slight that she often missed them. "It does get easier, but I still worry about my kids. I even held my finger under Maisey's nose after her accident, just to make sure she was still breathing." Lana kept her words soft, so there was a chuckle to her tone, but Pandora knew full well she did in fact do it. In an odd way, it made her feel better than and not as paranoid as she was feeling befo