Fearless (Sequel to Afraid) Bonus Book II of The Köhler Series

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A few days later, Isabella and Jeremias were cooking together while the children played on the floor.

Kimari, for once, wasn't fighting his sister, and it was mainly because his father was home. Whenever Jeremias was around, he was like an angel. Soon as he was gone, the little devil gave Isabella hell.

Anyhow it felt good to have her husband home and not on one of his father's crazy-ass assignments that were testing him as he became Don.

They were a day away before taking over, and Nadia's pregnant ass was driving Isabella up the fucking wall about hair and makeup.

For fuck sakes, it wasn't a damn wedding or nothing of the sort. Still, Nadia and Giselle wanted them to act as if it was.

Again, with the all-white shit, her dress looked almost like a damn wedding dress, but Giselle swears it's a ballroom dress.

Isabella couldn't deny it. The dress was beautiful, and she couldn't wait to wear it, but still, the whole thing was too much for her and Jeremias.

Jeremias must have known she was thinking about something because he came up beside her wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.

He didn't say anything; just smiled, and walked back over to where he was continuing to cook. This made Isabella smile. Jeremias always knew what to do without saying words.

She looked back at him now over at the island where the sink was making funny faces at the kids as he washed a dish.

Both laughed, pointing at him for Isabella to look. Instead, Jeremias started to chase them into the living room, leaving her in the kitchen by herself for a few moments.

Isabella decided to finish Jeremias's job washing the few dishes he left while he ran the kids throughout the house.

It didn't bother her at all. For one, Jeremias didn't get to spend as much time as she did with the kids. Hopefully, that was changing after tomorrow.

Two, it was their job to care for one another. Pick up each other slack from time to time, which they did. Jeremias didn't care if he was out all day. He always came home and did something.

Whether it was the dishes, sweeping a floor that the maids had already done, or washing clothes, he did it, so she didn't have to the next day.

Isabella loved that about him, something she wouldn't change even if someone asked her too. Finally, Jeremias came back in the kitchen with Kimari in his arms, Amelia hanging on to his leg, and Gabriel behind him.

"I didn't hear the doorbell."

"I know. He walked in like he owns shit."

Gabriel smirked, walking around Jeremias, placing the car seat on the counter, turning it around to face Isabella.

"I came with a gift."

"Gabe, Jordyn is not a gift to us. She's your gift, you idiot."

"Well, when I bring her with me, she's a damn gift for you to spoil fuck face."

Isabella laughed. She knew Jeremias was about to smack the shit out of his ass. It never fails between the two of them, nor Jeremias and Aiden. The fighting never ended.

"Bella, tell your husband to stop being so damn abusive."

"He's not doing anything to me. Now give me my niece before I smack your ass."

Gabriel laughed, removing Jordyn from the seat, handing her over to her, and quickly taking Kimari from Jeremias blowing on to his stomach.

He laughed while he tried to pull at his uncle's hair as Amelia came running over to her to play with Jordyn.