When the babies turned three months old, they had an official naming ceremony where close family members and friends were invited. Finally, everyone got the chance to see the babies of the formidable couple, Natalie and Aiden Handrix.
On the day of the naming ceremony, when it was over and the guests had almost left, there was a parcel that was delivered to Natalie. It was a big-sized brown envelope with a seal.
All the family members were there as they wondered what it was and who sent it.
Justin got it from Natalie and opened it. There were some papers. As he went through them, he looked at Natalie. "It’s from Sephina Ford."
Natalie’s heart skipped a beat, thinking what it was now. Hopefully, there was nothing bad in it on such a joyous day. "What is it?"
Justin passed those papers back to her and said, as others heard him as well, "These are the papers of the Ford family mansion. Sephina Ford has gifted it to Alex and Olive."
Natalie felt stunned and looked at her mother, who was quiet but not surprised.
"Mom?"
"Must be her last effort to redeem herself for what she did. Your decision whether you want to accept it or not," Caryn responded.
She looked at Justin. He said, "Whatever you decide is fine with me."
It was the home where she had spent her childhood and had a lot of memories with her mother, but at the same time, the place she had suffered. She couldn’t possibly decide it so easily.
"Mom, I plan to visit there. Will you come with me?" Natalie asked.
"Sure."
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The next day, Caryn and Natalie visited the Ford mansion. Caryn was coming here after almost two decades. She had no fond memories here with others, but with her daughter—those few years she spent here.
"Mom, do you remember the days when we were together here?" Natalie asked as she looked around the grand drawing hall.
Caryn hummed, "This place carries the most precious memories of my life—the ones you were in."
"Mom, what do you think we should do with this home, then?"
"Not sure," Caryn had the same conflicted feelings as Natalie.
Caryn walked upstairs and went straight to one room.
"Mom, why are you going there?" Natalie asked.
"I’m sure they must have thrown our things in that storage room. Maybe we can find something that belongs to us."
They entered that stuffy storage room, turned on the lights, and looked around.
They went through some boxes randomly and found the old albums and many things that belonged to them.
Caryn picked up the album, and Natalie saw there were pictures of hers and Caryn’s—so many of them, from the day Natalie was born till Caryn was with her.
"James once asked me if I had the pictures of you when you were born," Caryn said, her hand caressing the pictures gently. "This will make him happy."
Both mother and daughter collected everything that belonged to them—the part of their memories—and left the Ford mansion.
"Now this mansion is gifted to Alexander and Olive. All we have to do is accept it. Once they are adults, they can decide what to do with this," Natalie replied.
"We can make sure to maintain it and might rent it out, instead of keeping it idle," Caryn suggested.
Natalie hummed, "And then we can donate the rent where it’s needed."
"That’s the right thing to do."
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When James returned home, he asked while changing his office clothes, "How’s your visit going?"
"It was fine," she replied. "I have something for you. I’ll show you once you freshen up."
"I’m curious now," he said. "Tell me what it is."
"First, freshen up," she urged.
He raised a brow. "Don’t tell me you’re preparing something spicy for me. We can indulge in some fine bed activities when I’m fresh out of the shower."
"Pervert," she frowned and pushed him towards the bathroom. "I’m too old to prepare anything spicy, but there definitely is something sweet for you."
"Sweet?" He stopped at the bathroom door.
"Yes. So sweet, you might get diabetes. Now make it quick."
James obeyed and returned after taking a shower. "Where is my sweet?" he asked, drying his hair and going closer to her, his gaze fixed on her lips. "Your mouth...?"
She stepped back and held a small album between them. "Here it is."
He looked at it curiously and held it anyway. He opened it, only to see pictures of a baby—and then there was Caryn in them as well. Shocked, he looked at her, only to hear her say, "Didn’t you want to see Natalie as a baby? That’s her."
He tossed aside the small towel he was drying his hair with and sat on the bed, eager to see all the pictures.
One by one, he went through them, observing each one carefully, utterly silent. Caryn didn’t disturb him.
Even after he finished seeing all the pictures, he had nothing to say. Seemingly, his heart was overwhelmed with many emotions. He exhaled to calm his nerves and said, "Now I know why Justin was so speechless and overwhelmed after he saw his kids." Then he looked at Caryn. "Thank you. I can at least have some comfort in seeing my daughter."
In response, Caryn simply hugged him and said, "When you held Olive for the first time, I knew you were seeing Natalie in her."
James hugged her back, burying his face in her nape, and said, "You were not wrong."
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