The Billionaire's Heir

Epilogue

Alright so you guys told me how you want the story to end. Here is how I wanted it, since the very start!

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Epilogue

About a year later

"Nicolas! Sweetheart, wait!"

She walked hurriedly with a small bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

He stopped crawling and fell on his bottom. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and gave her a cheeky smile.

"No, don't do that." She removed his fingers from his mouth and wiped his drool with his bib.

After a moment his hand slowly went to his mouth again, making her shake her head and sigh. "One last bite. Then you're free to go." She said, extending the spoon in her hand. But he just stared at her instead of opening his mouth.

"Nicolas." She warned. He removed his fingers from his mouth and said something in his baby language.

"Yes." She said, sitting down in front of him before placing the bowl beside her.

Then she grabbed him with her free hand and placed him on her lap. "You may keep talking after you finish this."

He moved his head to the other side when she tried feeding him again.

"Seriously?" She asked feeling annoyed. "What do you want then? Do you want mum-mum?" She asked, placing the spoon in the bowl and getting up. "Let's see if you want mum-mum." She muttered, walking to the kitchen and grabbing his little bottle of water.

She placed the bottle's nipple in his mouth and sighed in relief when he had that. As he drank, his looked around the kitchen with interest.

"Why are you such a drama queen?" She slapped his bottom lightly and asked, refering to the fact that she had been after him since half an hour, trying to feed him.

"Mommy get's worried when you don't eat." His eyes met her's as he made a sound from the back of his throat.

"Hmm." She replied back.

"I'm home!" Bianca looked over her shoulder when she heard Luke enter the house.

"We're in here!" She said, turning around and walking outside the kitchen. "How was your day?" She asked while looking down at Nicolas to position the bottle in his mouth properly.

"Good. How's my baby doing?" He said, walking closer to them.

"Which baby?" She asked, raising her eyebrows teasingly.

"The baby baby." He grinned, looking down at their son.
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"What about me?" She faked hurt, pouting her lips.

He waved his hand dismissively which earned him a slap on his arm.

"He's not having dinner. He should have been in bed by now." She complained, getting the bottle of water out of his mouth when he stopped drinking.

"That is because-" He said, grabbing him out of her arms. "-he was waiting for his father to come feed him, isn't it?" Nicolas smiled as if he understood what Luke had said.

"Fine. Take this." She picked the bowl from the floor and handed it to Luke. "I need a shower. Feed him till I'm back." She ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." He bowed his head a little, making her laugh and walk away.

"So, Mr. Mini me." He sat on the couch and looked at Nicolas. "Ready for some yummy food?" Then he took a look at what Bianca was feeding him. "Grow up so you can have some real food." He adviced his son while making a face at the green runny stuff in the bowl he held. "The baby food looks quite dangerous. Don't you think?"