Shopping for Love

Long Epilogue : Part 9

Shanaya's outfit for the event

Shanaya's POV :

12 years later:

I got ready in my white gown that hugged my curves perfectly. There was a lot of embroidery on it, bringing out the beauty of the dress. I paired it with diamond jewellery and my nails were painted red. My long brown hair was up in a bun, a few strands falling out of it.

Brooklyn entered the room with Deo in his arms. Ceyone and Roshan were tagging behind him. Ceyone was now 12 years old while Roshan was 9. Deo was the youngest, only 5 year old.

'And how are my little boys doing?' I asked them all.

'Mum, are you including Dad too?' Ceyone asked.

'Yes, he's also a little boy.' I said back.

'But I'm not little.' Brooklyn said.

'But you act like one.' I commented. He pouted, putting Deo on the ground to run round.

'You look beautiful mummy.' Roshan commented.

'Thank you. And you look quite handsome yourself.' I replied. All the boys were standing in front of me in posh black suits, their hair gelled up and back like their father. They all resembled so much like him with just a few things that were like me.

'Ready princess?' Brooklyn asked. I nodded and grabbed my matching clutch which had my phone and necessities in it.

Brooklyn pulled me to the side once he told our boys to leave for the car.

'You know, you look so sexy in the gown? We could just skip the event and get straight to the business.' He whispered huskily in my ear. His warm breath on my ear and neck sent shivers down my back.

'No. Because of your business, we have another one coming.' I said, my hand over my for now flat stomach.

Yes, I was pregnant again with my 4th child. I couldn't be more than happy, it was fun being pregnant. It also gave me an excuse to stop working, even if I loved my job to pieces.

He smiled, knowing what his actions had caused.

We left for the function. It was a charity event for children in need in places like Africa and in Asia. I liked to participate in such events since I was young. But this one was to show off our wealth, which I didn't exactly like but the money did go for the needy.

We soon arrived at the red carpet and got out of our limo. We did the normal things, posing for the shutterbugs and then having small interviews with them. They all knew I was pregnant again and so wanted as much information about it as possible.

The event went by. It was fun, we chatted and had a laugh. The kids found other children to play with and spend their time with, making the event equally entertaining for them as well. We managed to raise a good amount of money for the children, around £100,000.

The night was pleasant. But the one thing I waited for the most was my unchild to show it's beautiful face to me in 9 months time.

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5 years later:

Shanaya's POV :

We were on holiday to L.A. It was the children's holidays and we wanted to spend it in America. The weather was delightful, fulfilling my needs of a well needed holiday.

Our children were playing volleyball on the beach, Ceyone helping his sister, Katrina, to play. But of course, all the effort went to vain as her 4 year old self couldn't hit the ball.

All the boys were very protective about their baby sister, Ceyone the most. They wouldn't let her out of their sight, making sure she was safe and not hurt. I think Katrina loved the attention. I didn't mind either, it reduced my stress levels after all.

I still remember the day Katrina made her friend in her pre-school. He was called Nathan. Both Brooklyn and I had gone to pick her up on her first day. Brooklyn had gotten so protective over his little girl that he went off scolding the poor boy when he accidently pushed Katrina over in the sand. He couldn't bare tears in his daughter's eyes, which was really cute. I still told him off for shouting at the poor boy. He was crying so badly that I had to shut him up with a lollipop. I felt sorry for the little guy, he was really intimidated by Brooklyn, being a small child.

Ceyone, being the oldest at 16, was now a huge hit amongst his years, especially the girls. He had around 5 million followers on each of his social networking sites which I regularly checked. Anywhere we would go, he would be stopped by thousands of girls for hugs, autographs and pictures. He loved the attention, exactly like his father. My son had few weak points, one of them being his family, especially his sister. He cared for Katrina a lot, always being the one for her when she fell over in parks or needed help in cycling round or when she needed someone to play with, he would be there. He and Katrina's sibling relationship reminded me of Brooklyn and Harper when we were younger, who was now happily married to her long time boyfriend Kale with a 2 year old son and a daughter on the way.

Life had flown by and I had never realised. From being a celebrity kid, I was now a happily married mother of four who owned a billion dollar designer company of her own and what not. Life could not have granted me with more happiness and pleasure, and I couldn't thank God enough for what he has given me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts and memories by my husband.

'Princess, what you daydreaming about?' He asked.

'Nothing, just how life has flown by so quickly that I never realised.' I replied, smiling at him.

'Yep. It does go by fast. Who knew all those years ago in Westfield that we would in the future get married and be the parents of 4 beautiful children?' He said.

He was saying the truth. Our lovestory all started off by a simple shopping sspree. For love.

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And guys, that is the end of the long epilogue. I really hope you enjoyed this book because I loved writing it. I'm gonna miss this book so bad!

I'm thinking of writing another book or two very soon so watch out for any updates on those.

That's it for this book now guys, I'll write again soon hopefully!

Love,

Llama2001xxx