Mr. and Mrs. Executive

Epilogue

Alexander James' P. O. V

"Congratulations!" Nora shouts at the happy couple as they make their way towards our little group.

I grin and walk over to both of the brides, hugging Stella and ignoring her pleas to let her go.

"Oh cmon, Alex. You're messing up my look." Stella huffs in fake anger.

I grin and step back as everyone else goes to hug Stella whereas I turn around and hug my sister-in-law.

"Congrats. Abby." I say as Nora Caleb stands beside me.

"You look gorgeous as always babe." He says cooing.

I take a step back as they both gush over one another, not understanding a word of what they were going on about.

Taking another step back I bump into someone, turning around I come face to face with my beautiful pregnant wife.

"Hi baby." I mumble as I pull her into my by her waist, placing a kiss to her chest.

All most immediately a scowl adorns her face as she kisses me back slightly.

"That's all it is with you now isn't it? Baby, baby, baby!" She spits out in anger.

My eyebrows rise but I quickly compose my face into a nonchalant expression.

Her constant mood swings from the first day, have luckily made me realise how to handle such situations.

"I'm sorry love." I say.

"No you're not. Do you even love me anymore?" She asks wearily.

I have to bite my tongue from smiling and instead kiss her gently on the lips.

As soon as I pull back, she immediately starts spouting out again.

"You only want me for this child don't you! I'm just your- your- your baby carrier." She says huffing.

This time I can't help but smile as I turn her around so her back faces my chest, placing both of her hands on her incredibly bloated stomach, I place mine on top of hers.

She groans and lays her head back on my chest.

"I love you, you know that right. I love you and our little girl." I murmur as I place another kiss onto her head.

We both sway gently to the music, not caring of the other people that are dancing.

Nora nods and turns around to face me once again.

A small smile tugs at her lips as my hands still don't move from her stomach.

"You don't love our son?" She asks.

My eyes narrow playfully at her, "I know you wanted a son love but maybe next time right? This one is goo to be daddies little girl." I say smiling brightly.

Nora laughs a little as she presses her face to my chest.

Then she shakes her head, "I'm not gonna dress her up and parade her around as a boy, if that's what you're hinting at that I'll be doing."

I shake my head but allow myself to feel relieved on the inside.

I mean it's Nora.