𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

042.

hey siri, play we made it by louis tomlinson

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"GOOD MORNING, MOMMY!"

"Good morning, babies." Estella emerged into the kitchen, phone in one hand while a handbag clings to her wrist.

"It smells good."

"Daddy made panycakes." Kimora swings her tiny feet happily.

"I can see." Harry was hit with her gorgeous scent, slowly licking his lips while he scanned her from head to toe. Her work attire consisting of a midnight blue pencil skirt, fishnet stockings, black pumps, a silk cream blouse, and a black blazer. Her hair had been in its usual natural curls, grazing her shoulders since she cut it to that length once again.

"Daddy's gonna do my hair again, Mommy!" Kimora says, bopping her head side to side, stuffing her face with drenched pancakes.

Estella turned her attention to her husband with an arched eyebrow. "Oh, is he? I thought you told me last time he made you look like a raccoon?"

Harry gasped, holding a hand over his heart and gazing at his daughter with a hurt expression. "I'm appalled."

Kimora immediately shook her head quickly with dismay. "No, no Daddy! Mommy's lying. I never said that."

"Alright, I'm kidding. I didn't mean to lie. Do you forgive me?" Estella laughed, Kimora squinting her eyes at her with speculation.

"I do." She nods.

Harry handed Estella a plate of cheese eggs, sausage, and pancakes with a kiss to her cheek, Estella thanking him and taking her seat next to Aric who focused on the TV screen playing early morning cartoons to speak much. He wasn't much of a talker, they later found that out throughout the years of his growth. He was a normal child, but he enjoyed his peace. Estella strokes his curly hair that was now shoulder length with a loving smile.

It's been five years into their family and they couldn't be happier. Harry was still running his winery and many other companies being the artistic businessman he was. Although that was still slightly stressful, he never gave up on himself, nor his family. While Estella ran Ziosa, half the time he took care of Kimora and Aric. Every morning was the same. He'd wake them up, make everyone breakfast, Estella would kiss him goodbye and wouldn't see him until the end of the day.

Then Harry would find the kids an outfit to wear, make them lunch for school, drive them, and when it hit 6 o'clock, he'd either pick Estella up if she didn't do much that day, the kids next, and they'd be heading home for dinner. They were equally busy with their businesses but there was never a time where they wouldn't give their children the attention they needed. They were like magnets to them. They were a strong and close family. Everyone was happy and healthy. The other day they all went out to have a picnic and as they watched the kids pick flowers and chase each other, they realized how fast they were growing on them. It made them sad, but they were glad to see them grow.

Her recovery from surgery wasn't easy, nor was it satisfying. Waiting for their premature babies to obtain their normal growth in order for them to touch their skin was difficult. Estella suffered the most because she wasn't able to hold her children for such a long time and it hurt. She was supposed to be the first to touch them, to lay them on her warm chest to allow them to hear her heartbeat and fall asleep. To get used to that familiar scent they held, to kiss their plump cheeks and rock them to sleep while she sang lullabies.