[Prospering || Book 3]

[seven months later]

San Diego, CA;

"Caleb Dorian Tiller." Reign whispered as Paris came into the hospital room, holding Harley and Daphne's hand. Bryson was sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed, trying to keep his eyes open.

"He's so adorable." Paris cooed. Bryson looked over at her and smile slightly. Reign carefully placed Caleb in Paris' arms and Paris walked around to sit next to Bryson, "Hi, Caleb. I'm Paris."

"And these," Bryson pulled both of his daughters into his lap, "... Are you sisters, Harley and Daphne." He finished.

"Baby..." Harley said, giving the baby a confused look. She went to touch his hand and he wrapped it around her finger.

"This is your brother, Caleb." Paris said, stroking his hair softly. Reign was falling asleep and Bryson yawned deeply.

"Hey, Paris." Bryson said, "I just want to tell you how much appreciate you for all you've done and how supportive you've been."

"Well, I love you and because I love you, I'm going to love him as if he were my own." She stated simply.

The past couple of months had been really difficult for Paris. There was a lot of tears and energy wasted but at the end of it all, her love for Bryson outweighed her pride and her anger.

She was just happy that now the baby was here and they could all start over. The tour was finished and Bryson was home and now her daughters had a beautiful little brother.