12 | Time after time

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Five years Later...

After Bella and Verona along with four eye catching children exited the airport in New York City, They had to stop every thirty seconds because someone came up to hug and kiss James, Jeremey, Charlotte, and Camila.
Charlotte and Camila were shorter than James and Jeremy.

Bella was holding Charlotte and Camila's hands on both her left and right, while Verona was holding James and Jeremey's hands on both her left and right. Even though they were quadruplets, the girls look the same and the boys looked the same. They looked as if they were two pairs of twins.

They managed to leave the airport and arrived at their new home. It was in well secured area. They had come back to New York because they opened a new branch of the AHM group there. Bella was also eager to come back because she wanted to find the father of her children.
Their house was a mini-mansion it had seven rooms, bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, kids room, and dining room. They were all amazed by its architecture. It had a modern look and was filled with various paintings. The house was comfy and homey.

"Mom, can we get ice-cream?" Camila asked as they entered the kitchen.

"There isn't any ice-cream here Cam, but we can go to the mall tomorrow. Are you okay with that?" Bella replied.

"Okay" Charlotte answered before Camila smiling.

"Yes, tomorrow it is mom," Camila replied.

"Hey mom, when are we going to school? I want to start with my books again." Jeremy stated.

"Yes mom, I can't let my younger brother be better than me." James chipped in.

"Okay boys, I'll get you all registered for school tomorrow before we go to the mall. Aren't you tired we just arrived and you're talking about school?" Bella replied as if she wanted them to rest first, but she was happy her sons were focused on school.

"How are we going to make money to take care of mommy then, huh?" Charlotte asked.
James, Jeremy and Camila nodded in unison saying that they agreed with Charlotte. Then all turned their heads ins sync back to their mother.

"Mommy doesn't need you to take care of her now. Mommy should take care of you."

"Mom, why do you always call yourself 'mommy' when you're talking to us? It sounds as if you're talking to babies. Do we look like babies?" Jeremy questioned.

"Your mommy's babies plus your only five, do you think you can take care of yourselves?"

They all nodded indicating that they could take care of themselves without Bella. Bella giggled. She thought they were funny and were good at making her laugh. Little did she know that they were serious. When they said they could take care of themselves financially, they meant it. When they heard that they came from New York, they wanted to move back to know more about Bella. The four of them saved the money they received from Alex, Hayden Matthew, Simon, Susan and Verona. They used that money and bought stocks in New York. They were little millionaires.

If Bella knew she was raising millionaires, she would probably cry knowing that they had more money than her. On the other hand, she would feel proud to know that she was raising little geniuses.

"Hey, you said you were going to take care of your mamma, but what about your favourite God-mother? Verona asked pouting.

"Aunt Verona, you are rich," James said straight forwardly.

"Yes, and we don't think that money will finish soon." Camila chipped in.

"We love you aunt, but you have more money than all of us combined." Charlotte pointed to her mother and siblings.

"I will take care of you aunt," Jeremy said smiling.

"Me too!" James, Camila and Charlotte said in unison." They could not make Jeremy beat them.

Verona pinched their little noses "Okay my little pumpkins."

"Aunt, if you want us to take care of you, you need to stop calling us little pumpkins. We are big now." James said.

"Yes!" The others followed.

"Okay my big God-babies"

"We are not babies!" Camila pouted.
Bella and Verona laughed.

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