The Billionaire's Widow

Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Paige’s POV

"Mom!"

I blinked awake, groggy and disoriented. It had barely been a few hours since Andrew finally stopped crying and went to sleep — somewhere around 3 AM. Now, Camilla was standing by the bed, holding something in her hand.

"Cammy, what’s wrong?" I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes.

She held up a pair of pajama shorts, her face full of worry. "Am I dying?"

I blinked at the shorts. There were faint bloodstains on them.

And then it clicked.

I smiled gently. "Oh, sweetheart. No, you're not dying. Come here."

She sat on the edge of the bed, nervous. I wrapped an arm around her.

"Remember when Hailey and I talked to you about growing up, and how one day you’d start your period?"

She nodded, slowly. "Yeah… I just didn’t think it’d be today. Or like this."

"Well, today’s the day. It’s totally normal, Cammy. It means your body is healthy, and it’s growing — just like it’s supposed to."

She exhaled in relief. "Oh, thank God. I seriously thought something was wrong with me."

I chuckled. "Nope. Just biology doing its thing. You'll get used to it. I know it feels strange right now, but it becomes second nature."

She looked down. "It just… feels weird."

"I know. Pads can be uncomfortable at first. But you’ll adjust. We’ll go through it together, alright?"

She nodded, reassured. I ruffled her hair gently.

"And just so you know, now that your period's started, it means your body is capable of getting pregnant if you ever decide to have sex one day. That’s a big responsibility."

"Mom!" she groaned, her face bright red. "I’m thirteen!"

I laughed. "I know. I just want you to understand. No pressure, no judgment — just information. Okay?"

She sighed and nodded. "Okay. Got it."

"So…" I smirked, leaning back. "Is this the right time to ask if Will is your boyfriend?"

Her jaw dropped. "Mommy Paige!" she squealed, then bolted out of the room.

I laughed softly. They really do grow up fast.

After a quick shower, I headed to the kitchen. Just like I expected, Hailey was already there, her hair tied back, quietly making breakfast in one of my old t-shirts.

I walked up behind her and hugged her, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She smiled, eyes tired but soft, and turned for a kiss.

"Morning, wifey."

Andrew was fast asleep in the stroller nearby, finally looking peaceful. I walked over and kissed his chubby cheek.

"He looks like you today," Hailey said quietly, pouring coffee.

I smiled. "He really does."

Even though I carried Aliyah and Andrew, the donor we chose had traits similar to Hailey. Genetics had done a beautiful job.

"What are you making?" I asked.

She raised a brow. "Your favorite."

I smirked. "What did I do to deserve that?"

"You exist," she said with a sleepy grin. "That’s enough."

I leaned in for another kiss. "Thank you."

"Oh, by the way—our girl became a woman today."

Hailey blinked. "Cammy?"

I nodded.

A mix of pride and emotion crossed her face. "Wow. I… I wasn’t ready for that." Her eyes shimmered. Even after all these years, Hailey still cried easily — especially over the kids.

"I know. She handled it better than I thought," I said, grabbing a mug.

"What happened?"

"She came into the room and thought she was dying."

Hailey chuckled, wiping her cheek. "She’s so dramatic."

I nodded, laughing.

Right then, Aliyah came running into the kitchen, yelling, "Mommy!" She jumped into my arms.

"Good morning, baby," I whispered, hugging her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Andrew started crying again.

"Oops," Aliyah said, giggling.

Hailey gave me a knowing look. "Your turn."

I smiled, handed Aliyah to her, and scooped up Andrew.

I stepped outside into the garden, rocking him gently, breathing in the cool morning air.

Seven years. Four kids. One beautiful, unpredictable, perfectly messy life.

We had survived heartbreak, scandal, late nights, and dirty diapers. But we had also built a home filled with love, laughter, and warmth.

Not every day was magical — some were hard, exhausting, or full of doubt. But if I had to do it all over again — every single moment — I would.

Because in the end, this… this was everything I ever wanted.

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The End.