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Epilogue

THE BABY IS ALMOST ONE YEAR OLD

Calina's pov

I was in the pool with Zia.

She looked so cute in her two-piece bikini. Seeing a baby in a bikini was the cutest thing ever. The weather was hot, so I thought I'd go to the pool with her.

And I could say that she loved the water as was splashing and laughing in the water all the time.

Her laughter made my heart melt and I wanted her to smile the way she was now forever. And I would make sure she kept that smile, I would protect my child.

"Are you flying now?" I asked as I lifted her in the air. My smile grew bigger when I saw her teeth before she drooled in my face.

"Thanks," I said, grimacing before putting her back in the water. As she was near my chest, she tried to take off my bikini.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her as she buried her head in my chest. Picking her up, I kissed her chubby cheeks.

"Mommy told you that you have to start eating and not just drinking milk," I told her as she looked at me innocently.

"Momo," she said and I looked at her surprised. "What did you say?" I asked her, as she was playing with the water.

"Zia, Zia, look at mommy," I said happily, trying to get her attention, calling her name, making her look at me again.

"Mama, say mama! Come one!"

I had tears in my eyes. It was a feeling I couldn't describe. I just felt emotional as she called me mama. "MMMamoo," she said, making me smile with tears in my eyes.

"I love you, I love you so much," I mumbled, pulling her closer before kissing her head and getting out of the water.

Putting my bathrobe on, I entered the house and went to my room, where I took a quick shower with Zia.

As I finished, I went to my room and put her on the bed before putting her diaper on. Last time I let her lay on the bed without a diaper she had peed on it. Therefore, I put it on her before she could pee all over my bedsheets again.

Then, I got dressed and put her into a cute pink romper with a big heart on it. Smiling at her cuteness, I took her in my arms, kissing her head.

Leaving the bedroom with her in my arms, I went into the dining room, seeing that the table was already set, Bob and Emma had already started eating without me.

"How rude," I said playfully, sitting on a chair with Zia in my arms.

"I'm sorry, Candice, but I came home from work and I'm hungry, but I was coming to tell you dinner is ready," he said, stuffing his mouth with food. "And I'm pregnant," Emma defended herself.

"You are forgiven," I said, "but stop calling me Candice, at least at home."

We couldn't change our names. After Bob bought two houses there was nothing left of the smart compensation he'd taken from him.

He also faked two diplomas for us because we couldn't use the ones with our previous names and faking two diplomas were expensive too.

And we didn't want to attract attention by getting involved in more illegal matters as we had already done much, so we didn't change our names again.

"Why does it matter if we call you Candice at home? I mean, everyone calls you Ms. Hooker at work," Emma said with a grin.

"Don't remind me," I said, huffing. I wasn't called Ms. Hooker in a long time as I was on maternity leave with my baby.