The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 486

Bianca was utterly smitten with Hector, yet she had never dared to dream of a fancy wedding. The very thought of marrying her beloved and bearing his children was the pinnacle of happiness in her life!

"Sir, as long as you and the kids are well, that's all I need," Bianca said, cradling her belly with a blissful grin spreading across her face.

Hector looked at her earnest expression and chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Silly girl, still calling me 'Sir?’ That'll cost you!"

His laughter filled the room again. "Ha-ha-ha, Bee, wouldn't it be something if we had twins right off the bat? Magnus would be green with envy, huh!"

Watching the childlike glee in Hector's eyes, Bianca couldn't help but smile, amused by the thought that he wanted to one-up Mr. Andersen in the baby department. Their rivalry was child’s play, really! If Natalia caught wind of this, she'd surely get a kick out of it, too.

But Bianca didn't want to dampen Hector's spirits; in fact, she found herself secretly hoping along with him, silently praying for twins. She imagined how wonderful it would be to have twins—a boy like Hector and a girl like herself.

With this hopeful thought, Bianca's face lit up with a smile as she and Hector drove back to their villa.

As soon as Hector parked the car, he hurried to open Bianca's door, carefully lifting her into his arms and settling her onto the sofa with utmost care. "Just sit tight, honey. Let me do the legwork from now on," he said with concern.

Bianca chuckled and shook her head. "I'm just pregnant, not made of glass! Are you hungry? I can whip us up something to eat."

She attempted to rise from the sofa, but Hector gently pressed her back down.

"Better safe than sorry. You're carrying precious cargo now, no more roughhousing. Just sit back and relax. Let the house staff take care of things."

Bianca laughed lightly. "Hector, you're being ridiculous. Pregnant women don't just sit around doing nothing. I can't just stay cooped up at home all the time."

Hector thought she had a point. "You're right. Staying active is healthy. But from now on, you're off duty. Leave the menial tasks to the servants."

"What am I supposed to do then? Sit around and twiddle my thumbs?" Bianca pouted, not entirely pleased. She had just found out she was pregnant and was already being bombarded with dos and don'ts. She could only imagine what it would be like once she started showing.

Determined to stand up for herself, Bianca pretended to be upset and looked at Hector with a feigned sense of neglect. "I get it, you don't care about me at all. It's only the baby you see."

With that, she lowered her head, portraying a picture of dejection.

"Bee? How could I ever overlook you?" Hector panicked, pulling her into his lap. "I'm just really nervous because you're pregnant. You'll always be my number one."

Bianca perked up with a sly smile. "That's more like it, love. I'm just as thrilled as you are."

Hearing the news, Tracy grabbed the phone, eager to speak to her daughter-in-law. "Hector, hand the phone to your girl, I need to give her some tips."

Even though Hector had secured top-notch care for Bianca, Tracy's experience as a mother was invaluable. Not wanting to dampen her spirits, he obediently passed the phone to Bianca. "Here, your mother-in-law wants a word."

Bianca blushed, taking the phone with a shy chuckle.

"I'm all ears, dear," Tracy said warmly, despite Bianca's soft voice. She launched into a heartfelt monologue of advice, brimming with joy. After all, Hector had been single for over thirty years, and now the Cood family was finally expecting a new member. How could they not be over the moon?

That day passed in a blur amidst the chorus of hearty well-wishes and neighborly check-ins, and by evening, Hector was still basking in the joy of the impending arrival of his child. Sleep eluded him, and joy buzzed through his veins like electricity. He lay beside Bianca, watching the gentle rise and fall of her slumbering form, her belly a tender mound under the moonlight. It was only after hours of silent adoration that he allowed himself to drift into a satisfied slumber.

*

Oakwood Manor.

Since the day Gabby was whisked away by Grant, she hadn't lifted a finger to do any strenuous work. Her days were now spent in the lap of luxury, wandering the vast corridors of the grand house, her life a leisurely dream.

Grant had made good on his promises—treating Gabby with utmost kindness and caring for Anna as if she were his own flesh and blood.