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16 years later.

Kalani's' POV

"Mom, you forgot to pack my lunch," Rumi whined, barging into our bedroom. It was 6 a.m and the kid was already up.

Can't I have at least two seconds to breathe?

"Can't you give mommy two seconds please?" I covered my head with the bed cover, groaning. You would think she is grown up, but no.

My husband pulled my cover down and looked at me and mumbled, "You know you do realize, at some point, you gonna have to wake up because I also need lunch." He smiled.

I bit my lower lip. Gosh, he still looked as sexy as hell.

"Well, morning to you too dearest husband." I peck kissed his knuckles. He suddenly rolled his body on top of mine and within seconds, he was intensively looking at me.

He then said in a husky voice, "If you weren't pregnant right now, I'd probably give you some of my," he leaned closer, "you know." He whispered the last part. He then nibbled my right ears and I giggled.

He knew that was my tickle spot, and he was teasing me with it. I hit his shoulder, blushing and pushing him off me. He smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Daddy why you on top of momma?" Rumi suddenly asked.

I just double blinked, "I-hmmm, sweetie, hey" I started to stutter. "Momma is coming downstairs in a few minutes ok?" I ignored her question. Dang, I had forgotten she was in the room.

"Ok, don't take long." She retorted, quickly running out.

"That child is gonna be the death of me." Montero finally spoke, shaking his head.

"Get off me, I need to prepare lunch for your children. Including you dear sir." I pointed at him, seating up, trying to stand. Being 7 months pregnant made me look like a balloon. And quite frankly, I didn't care.

"Not like that you not. Ask Ramsey to prepare it, or I'll make my own. Better yet, I'll buy something at work." He stood up, helping me up, then going to the bathroom.

"Like the heck you are. No husband of mine is going to eat takeouts, I'm going to make your lunch." I started to fix the bed.

He immediately came out of the bathroom, with only a towel on his waistline and suddenly, my mind went blank.

Is this seasoned piece of meat my husband?

"Girl it's the hormones," Hilary replied.

"Great, now you are back." I shook my head.

"And where would I go?" She implored.

"Anywhere." I casually conceded.

Hilary is my head voice. My subconsciousness, if you may. I named her sixteen years ago when I was in a coma after I found out I was pregnant with triplets. And it wasn't your normal, I'm in love let's have a baby type of eish. No, I got pregnant after I got drugged by a gang group that belonged to a man named Steffano.

Steffano wanted to get back at my dad for busting him out. My dad was, and still is a cop, and he went undercover to take him out. He was able to take as evidence, his drugs, guns, and ammo. But the plan went south.

Instead of being taken by Steffano's gang members, I ended being in Montero's suite. I don't know how, but I was somehow tricked into signing documents that stated I agreed to sleep with him. Blame it on the need to use the toilet that I just signed whatever that was in front of me.

I was still a virgin, and all hell broke loose the next morning when I couldn't remember what had happened, and I was naked in his bed.

Who am I kidding? Hell didn't break loose because after I woke up, Montero threw the contract at my face, threatening to arrest me if this contract agreement left the room.

I departed with the remaining dignity that I had, and I vowed that I would never talk about what happened at all.

That was until I found out I was pregnant a month later. I passed out, and I woke up in the hospital two weeks later.

With my weak immune system, I easily landed myself in a coma, but I could hear what they were saying. And henceforth, Hilary awoke.

She was more or less the reason why I continued staying alive. For her, and most importantly, my babies. I didn't always want to keep them. But that's another story for another day.

"Amore, are you listening?" Suddenly I was back on earth, and my husband was talking to me.

"Huh?" I uttered dumbstruck, yet managing to come back to life.

"I said," he moved closer, took my hand and he reiterated, " Te amo amore."

I smiled, with tears threatening to come out. Those were always ready to come out these days.

"I love you, and I love you always." He continued.

"I love you too." Tears started to fall, and there was no way I could stop them.

"Can you please not cry?" He mumbled, pulling me close, and hugging me tightly.

"It's the hormones. I can't help it." I chuckled. "I can't believe you are still not used to them." I sniffed, pulling back my snorts.

"Yea, it kinda always feel like the first time." He remarked smiling, rubbing my back.

"I've booked a spa day for you and Eva." He continued. "Say, a girl's day out. Ramsay will take care of the kids when they come back. Reiley asked if she could tag along and I-"

"It's perfectly fine. Her company is the best anyways. Thank you so much." I curled up closer, pulling him in.

"It's my pleasure." He kissed the top of my head. "Now, since you are a loving wife who doesn't want to see me starve to death, can you please go make me lunch." He instructed me, slowly pulling away and kissing my forehead.

"Yes sir." I put on my gown and headed downstairs. After going down a million and one stairs, I got to the bottom and I pressed the alarm button.

It's installed alarms in all my children's rooms so I don't have to wake them up individually. And in terms of who bathes first, Montero had bathrooms built-in for all of them so there was no hassle.

And yes, this is one big house we live in. Twelve bedrooms to be exact, nine of which have their bathrooms. Ours is the biggest room though.

It even has a mini-study for both me and Montero. We live in a three-story house and our room is on the second floor.

This house also had my very own office, Montero's office, a library, three bathrooms, a game room, a cinema room, one big dining room, a painting room, a gym for the whole family, Montero's special training room, one big kitchen, a sauna room, and mini-hospital outside the building.

We decided to buy a house outside New York. And just live in our bubble to avoid any chaos and disturbance. And yes, I still call him Montero. The name kinda stuck.

After a few seconds, I could hear shuffles and noises, I smiled, proceeding to the kitchen. I could Charlie squealing at Enzo for using his shampoo and Enzo completely denying it.

Those two were always at each other's throats. In terms of the naming, my husband gladly agreed with the names except for Paxton's name.

He said he would be Placido. It still held the same meaning of course, just in Italian. But of course, he could have Paxton as a second name.

So with my nation, my kids are Enzo, Charlie, Placido, Eawa, Dakota, and Rumi.

I just agreed that each child having one name was enough. This is a nation of kids we have anyways.

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