Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

As I gazed into Zeke’s eyes, I realized how easy it was for me to trust him. His reassuring touch on my hands after the call made me question everything. Was he always like this? Or had he changed? It felt as though I was meeting him for the first time.

You cannot compare who a person is when they love you and when they don’t love you. Because they are two completely different people.

The wise words of my grandma Monica echoed in my mind like a comforting melody. As I pondered these thoughts, questions crept into my mind like shadows in the night. Did Zeke truly love me? Could I allow myself to believe in his love completely?

“Kamille, are you okay?” Zeke’s voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back to the present moment. His concern was evident in the furrow of his brow and the gentle squeeze of his hand.

I offered him a small smile, masking the turmoil within. “I’m fine, just tired.”

“Come on. You need to rest.” He said and held me towards the private lounge area in the hospital.

As Zeke gently guided me to a seat, insisting that I needed to rest. But before I could even process his words, the door swung open, and a figure clad in white entered the room.

The doctor.

“Ms. Kamille?” The doctor called out, her tone gentle yet authoritative.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as anticipation gripped me. “Yes doctor.”

“Mr Reid.” She greeted Zeke, before looking back at me.

The doctor’s expression softened, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. “I have some good news. Royer is awake and asking for his mummy.”

The words hung in the air like a lifeline, filling me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and hope. Without a second thought, I rose abruptly from my seat, the need to see my son propelling me forward.

“Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.” I murmured, barely able to contain my emotions.

With a quick nod of acknowledgment, the doctor stepped aside, allowing me passage to Royer’s private ward. As I entered the room, my heart soared at the sight of my son lying in the hospital bed, his small head engulfed by bandages.

“My baby, my baby.” I whispered hoarsely, tears brimming in my eyes as I rushed to his side.

Royer’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice, his gaze locking onto mine with a mixture of confusion and relief. “Mummy?”

I gathered him into my arms, showering his bandaged forehead with kisses as tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

“I want to go home, mummy.” Royer murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t worry, baby.” I reassured him, my voice trembling with emotion. “You’ll go home soon, okay? We just want you to be fine first.” Royer nodded and nestled into my arms.

“But Mummy, where’s Tyris? Where’s Reon? Where’s Torin?” Royer’s voice was tinged with curiosity, his eyes searching the room for his siblings.

I offered him a reassuring smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’ll be here soon.”

In place of the yes mummy I was anticipating, I saw Royer’s gaze flickered past me, his eyes squinting on confusion.

“Dad, is that you?” Royer’s voice was barely above a whisper, his expression a mixture of confusion and hope.

I turned to follow his gaze, my heart skipping a beat as I locked eyes with Zeke. Tears welled in my eyes at the sight of him, my emotions swirling like a tempest within me.

I swallowed hard, mustering the strength to speak past the lump in my throat. “Don’t worry, Royer. Dad will come see you soon, okay?” Royer nodded.

The doctor entered the private room and I looked up, bracing myself for the conversation that would inevitably follow. But before I could even open my mouth, Zeke stepped forward, his voice steady and determined.

“You can talk to me.” He insisted, his gaze unwavering as he met the doctor’s eyes.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, her surprise evident in the furrow of her brow. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reid, I didn’t realize…”

“It’s fine.” Zeke interjected, his tone gentle yet firm. “As long as Royer’s okay, that’s all that matters.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, the doctor motioned for Zeke to follow her, and together they moved away from the rest of us, their voices hushed in conversation. I strained to hear their words, my heart pounding in my chest as anxiety threatened to consume me.

After what felt like an eternity, Zeke returned to my side, his expression grave yet reassuring. “Kamille, Royer has a concussion, but he’ll be fine. He lost some blood, but they’re treating him for it.”

Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave, washing away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me in its wake. “Thank you.” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “I really, really appreciate it. I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t here.”

Zeke’s eyes softened, a flicker of warmth dancing in their depths. “Don’t worry, Kamille. I’ll always be here.”

Royer then interrupts our conversation with his sleepy but determined request to see his brothers, my heart swells with pride at his resilience.

“Don’t worry, baby.” I reassure him, brushing a gentle kiss against his forehead. “They’ll be here soon, I promise.”

But as I glance up, I catch Zeke’s gaze fixed on his phone. Before I can even voice my curiosity, he looks up, meeting my gaze with a knowing smile.

“They’re here.” He says simply, his voice tinged with excitement.

I start to rise, eager to meet Tyris, Reon, and Torin, but Zeke gently places a hand on my arm, his touch grounding me in the present moment.

“Don’t worry, Kamille.” He says softly. “I’ll go bring them in. You stay here with Royer.”

Gratitude floods through me at his thoughtfulness, at his unwavering support in this moment of uncertainty. “Thank you so much, Zeke.” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

As Zeke leaves the room to fetch Royer’s siblings, I turn back to my son, his sleepy eyes searching mine with a hint of confusion. “Your siblings are here, Royer.” I tell him gently, hoping to ease his concern. “You’ll see them soon.”

But as I watch Zeke’s retreating figure, Royer’s sleepy voice interrupts my thoughts. “Why is Dad going? Will I see him again?” His words are laced with uncertainty, a reflection of the fear and confusion that lingers in his young mind.

I reach out to brush a gentle hand against his cheek, offering him what comfort I can. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I assure him, forcing a smile despite the ache in my heart. “You’ll see him again. Mummy will make sure of that.”

Royer tries to force a smile in return, but a sudden yelp of pain escapes him, causing me to wince in sympathy. “Hey, hey, take it easy, okay?” I soothe him, my heart aching at his suffering.

Before I can say another word, the door bursts open, and a flurry of activity fills the room as Royer’s siblings rush towards his bedside. I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch them converge around him, their voices a cacophony of concern and love.

Thankfully, the room is a private suite with ample space and a comfortable bed, allowing the children to gather around Royer without feeling cramped. They bombard me with questions, their words tumbling out in a rush of worry and excitement.

“Mummy, I hope Royer will be fine.”

“Mummy, Royer will not die, right?”

“Mummy, Royer…”

I hold up a hand to silence them, offering them a reassuring smile. “He’s fine, my darlings.” I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. “And once he’s feeling better, we’ll all go out and have our favorite ice cream flavors.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Instantly, the children’s mood lightens, their worries momentarily forgotten as they eagerly discuss their favorite flavors and toppings. I watch as Reon looks back at Zeke, a flicker of something passing between them, but I push the thought aside, focusing instead on the joyous reunion unfolding before me.

Suddenly, Tyris pipes up, his eyes wide with excitement. “Can I sleep beside Royer?”

But before I can respond, Royer interjects with a mischievous grin. “No!” He declares with mock seriousness, eliciting laughter from his siblings.

I can’t help but smile at their antics, grateful for the momentary reprieve from the weight of our worries.

As Tyris and Torin continue to make jokes with Royer, I step aside, needing a moment to gather my thoughts amidst the joyful chaos. But before I can fully compose myself, Reon joins me, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Will Royer be fine?” He asks quietly, his eyes fixed on his younger brother.

I place a comforting hand on his shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. “Yes, love, Royer will be fine. The doctors are taking good care of him.”

He nods, a hint of relief crossing his features as he turns his attention back to his siblings. “When will we go home?” He asks, his voice tinged with longing.

“Real soon, sweetheart.” I assure him. “Just a little while longer.” He smiled and hurried back to his siblings.

For a while, I simply observed my children, marveling at the strength and resilience that they had.

But as the evening wears on, I knew that we could not stay indefinitely. “Alright kids, get ready to leave soon.”

But to my surprise, they protested, their voices rising in unison as they pleaded to stay with their brother. “We don’t want to go.” They insisted, their eyes wide with determination. “We want to stay with Royer.”

I sigh. There simply isn’t enough room for all of us to stay in Royer’s hospital room, and yet I can’t bear to tear them away from their brother’s side.

Before I can even voice my concerns, Zeke steps forward, his voice calm and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Kamille.” He says softly. “I have a penthouse nearby where the kids can sleep. Or if you’re not comfortable with that, we can arrange for more beds to be brought into the room.”

I hesitate, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I am grateful for Zeke’s offer of assistance, for his willingness to go above and beyond to support our family in our time of need. But on the other hand, I am hesitant to accept his help.

“Thank you so much, Zeke.” I murmur, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “But I don’t want to inconvenience you any more than I already have.”

Zeke shakes his head, his expression unwavering. “You’re not inconveniencing me, Kamille.” He insists. “The kids can sleep over at my place. I’ll watch over them, I promise.”