EPILOGUE
ANGELA'S POV:
** Eight years later **
"Just one more push, Mrs. Roberts," Dr. Mia said, encouraging me. But it is easy said than done.
"Yes, baby, you can do this. You are my strong princess," Noah told me, squeezing my hand in assurance.
"Don't you dare tell me that. This is all your fault. We already have three beautiful children, my three handsome sons. But you wanted me to get pregnant again so that we can have a mini-me. This is the last time I am getting pregnant, Noah. Just accept whatever we have," I snapped at Noah.
"We will see, princess," he softly replied.
The nerve of this man! How dare he tell me that we will see. No, I am not going to get pregnant again. Not that I love this baby any less. I already love him or her more than my life.
And yes, you heard it right. I have three sons. My elder son is 6 years old, my Lucas and my younger sons are 4 years old twins, my Oliver and my William. But this man, who happens to be my husband, is not satisfied with what we have. He wants a baby girl, who will be a mini-me, as he says. This man has pledged not to stop till he gets what he wants. But it is not him who has to bear so much pain. It is me who always has to undergo labor. But this man can't understand anything. This is my fourth child, and yes, we don't know the gender of the baby yet, as we decided to keep it a surprise. But I really wish that this baby should be a girl. As deep in my heart, I too want a baby girl in my life. My princess. My Ava, Ava Noah Roberts.
"Just one more push, Mrs. Roberts," Dr. Mia told me, bringing me back from my thoughts. Well, the doctor being a woman is yet another story. Noah is so damn possessive that he doesn't even want a male doctor around me. So he decided we consult a female doctor. So this is how Dr. Mia helped me to deliver all my four babies.
I was brought back to reality by the loud cry of a baby. Well, our baby. I looked down to see Dr. Mia holding a baby covered in blood. Tears started flowing from my eyes, only by listening to my child's sweet voice, which was more like a melody to my ears. I felt water droplets fall on my face, and I looked up to realize that Noah was also crying. Well, he cried during the delivery of each child. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think that the powerful billionaire Noah Roberts can even cry, looking at his own flesh and blood. This man makes me fall for him more and more with each passing day.
"Congratulations, it's a girl," Dr. Mia said, and I finally sighed in relief. I allowed sleep to engulf me as I was too tired even to move.
I woke up to the whispering voices of some people. I opened my eyes to find Noah standing on the other end of the hospital bed, with my baby girl in his arms. My three sons were standing around him, asking him to hand them their little sister.
Noah bent down a little to match their heights, holding our Ava in front of them. But his eyes were still glued on the girl in his arms.
"She is beautiful, Daddy," William told his father.
"Yes, she looks like a princess," Oliver joined his twin.
"She looks like a Cinderella," Lucas said.
"She is going to attract lots of male population when she grows up. I think I will already have to buy many licensed guns." Noah said, frowning at his sons.
"Don't worry, daddy. I won't allow any man to come near her," Lucas said proudly.
"I will always protect her," Oliver said.
"Me too," William too joined in.
"That's like my boys," Noah told our sons proudly, and I just rolled my eyes, seeing their over-possessive nature. My poor baby girl! I bet she won't be able to date any boy, easily seeing her three possessive brothers and her overly possessive father.
But my life is now just perfect, and I won't change it for even the world. I never knew that being blackmailed by Mr. Billionaire would be the best thing happening in my life.