His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Epilogue

"I'm telling you", I growl. "If you pull that kind of s**t behind my brother's back again, I'll send your..."

"Daddy?"

I frown, and raise my head from the wolf trembling and quivering at my feet. He's lucky. If it wasn't for my daughter mind-linking me, I wouldn't let him go...

"Yes, my baby Star?"

"Daddy, I'm sorry because I know you are working, but..."

"It's okay Stella, I told you you can mind-link me even if I'm at work. What is it?"

"Mommy is very sick again... She is puking a lot..."

I sigh. Again? Damn it, I feel like she's already lost too much weight, is that normal? I hesitate to mind-link my brother or his wife to harass them with my questions again, but I know it's just going to reach Liam's ears, and I don't want him nagging and mocking me again. I nod, and give a kick in that damn wolf's b**t for him to f**k off.

"Okay. Don't worry baby star, I'll come home now."

"Really? Is that okay?"

"Of course. Estelle, can you go to the fridge and tell me if mom put anything on the list?"

"Uh... no, nothing. But there isn't much left in the fridge."

"Okay. I'll quickly get something then."

"Daddy, can you get apples?"

Oh right, she did mention she wanted to eat apples the other day. It seems her friends went apple-picking and it gave her ideas. I wish she had told us she wanted to go too. Elena and I learned of this afterwards. Once again, Estelle didn't tell us because she didn't want to leave Elena... is that okay for a girl her age? She's too responsible. I love my baby girl being so mindful of others, but I don't want her to miss opportunities to have fun...

"Of course."

I quickly run to my car, and start the engine, heading home. I explain to my brother quickly, but anyway, I was pretty much done here. Damn it... I really hoped Elena would start getting better soon, but that morning sickness thing is real. I stop by a little market near our apartment. It's an indoor one, and I'm sticking out like a sore thumb with my business suit... I should have taken my jacket off. Instead, I quickly grab some groceries to fill our fridge with, including a whole bunch of apples for Estelle. Should I buy something to make pizzas tonight? It seems like it's the only food her mom feeds on lately, although she has the weirdest combos coming up unexpectedly. What was it last time? Honey and pickles?

Once I'm done grabbing everything, I leave the place, many stares following. I just want to go home to my two... no, three loves, and relax. I feel like I am two different people, between the ruthless businessman M. Black, and Nate, Elena's man, Estelle's dad. Not that I mind. I feel like all the negativity I take on during work comes off as soon as I cross the door.

Indeed, as soon as I step in, Estelle runs up to me with a big smile, and her eyes fall on my bag of apples.

"Daddy! There's so much!"

"I took different varieties so you can tell me your favorites. Don't worry, we can freeze them and make smoothies for breakfast."

"Yay! I want to try making bunny carvings too."

"Of course....How is mom?"

Estelle nods.

"She's better now that she puked a lot... She just went into the shower and uh, to brush her teeth I think."

I nod.

"Good. Will you help me put the groceries in the fridge?"

"Okay! I want to put the apples in a big bowl too!"

She grabs the huge bag from my hands, and I realize how much I actually bought as she struggles to carry it across the room. For a little while, she and I put the groceries away, waiting for her mom to return.

"Should we try making an apple pie to show your friends?"

"Really?" She exclaims.

"Maybe mom will eat it too, so let's make two of them, okay?"

"Okay!"

She turns around to go and get our baking utensils. I know I shouldn't say this out loud, but I am glad our daughter takes after me when it comes to cooking... Her mom is only a pro of the microwave. Patiently waiting, we start cooking the pies, and Estelle wants to make some compote for her mom too. I really bought a lot of apples indeed...

"Oh, what are you making?"

I turn to see the love of my life come out, looking all fresh and smiling. She comes and wraps her arms around my waist from behind.

"Hi my love. I heard our little one is making her mom sick again?"

"Yes... And didn't I say I'm sure it's a boy!"

I chuckle. We've placed our bets since weeks, but neither of us wants to give in.

"Anyway," she chuckles, going to the cupboards. "Did you buy groceries? Did you get me my spicy snacks?"

Estelle and I exchange a look.

"Mommy, these are bad for you and my baby sibling!"

Elena pouts, but then, jumps to capture Estelle in her embrace, making our daughter laugh and try to get out of her crazy mom-wolf hug. For a while, they have fun just play-wrestling with each other, and I just love watching them, hearing their warm laughs in our kitchen. I never thought this big apartment would feel so small with just one woman and a little girl living with

me,

"My little daughter is too smart! What do I do without you?"

"Mommy, we are making apple pies! Look! You should eat fruits instead of bad snacks! Look, daddy got us all these apples."

She chuckles, looking at our enormous bowl of apples, despite my attempts to cut some for

our pie.

"My, Moon Goddess Nate, did you rob an orchard?"

"Well, I need to feed my wife and my daughter, and they both love apples, so..."

"Alright alright," chuckles Elena, coming back to me and grabbing a spatula. "Let's eat some pies, hoping baby number two lets me keep it down!"

I chuckle, but I do hope she can eat this and not throw up this time... We happily keep baking our pies, although Estelle and I do our best to keep her mom away from the knives and the oven. Still, Elena is just happy to hang around us and keeps stealing the little apple slices that I've cut. Which honestly makes me glad; just seeing her eat happily has been a real struggle recently. After a while, I finally put these pies in the oven, and she comes to give me a hug.

"I don't know why I'm so clingy these days..."

"I absolutely don't mind," I chuckle.

"I just want that baby to be born fine and healthy. I'll eat all the apples you want as long as we

get that."

I smile, and gently kiss her.

"Don't worry. Even if I have to ban all snacks from this house for a few months, I promise I will

make sure the baby gets to us safely."

"Mh... Shall we start painting the room? In blue?"

"No, it's going to be a girl. Let's go with pink."

"You should paint it apple-orange!" Says Estelle, grabbing one of the golden apples.

Her mother and I exchange a glance, and chuckle.

I guess we will have to find an apple-orange shade of paint...