Became A Queen After divorce

On October 1st, Pearl’s labor began.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It was quite amusing; she couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night and felt a bit hungry, so she secretly got up to open a can of herring.

As soon as she took a bite, she felt a sharp pain in her belly, and the baby seemed to kick her twice.

At first, Pearl thought the smell of the herring had upset the baby. The due date was still half a month away, but the can of herring seemed to have triggered labor.

Sam wasn’t with her; there was a nanny during the day, but at night she was alone.

Fortunately, Pearl was prepared. Enduring the pain, she picked up the phone and dialed 911.

The sirens were particularly clear in the night. Cheyenne was also awakened and looked at the ceiling light in surprise.

“Honey, what’s going on?”

Kelvin quickly got out of bed and put on the clothes hanging on the drying rack.

“I’ll go check it out. Wait here.”

He ran to the balcony and saw an ambulance parked next door.

“It must be my sister-in-law giving birth. I’ll go see. Cheyenne, you stay here; I’ll come back for you at dawn.”

As he spoke, he prepared to leave, grabbing his car keys.

Cheyenne frowned and got out of bed, indicating she wanted to go too.

She was about seven or eight months pregnant herself, making it difficult to even turn over.

“No, I’ll be worried and won’t sleep if I’m alone. Let’s go together.”

Seeing it with her own eyes would put her at ease.

Kelvin had no choice but to return to help her dress while carefully reminding her.

“Put on more clothes; it’s cold outside. Don’t catch a chill.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile.”

The couple took Pearl to the hospital. The hallway was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Pearl’s screams from inside were heart-wrenching.

“Ah… Ah, it hurts…”

Everyone was tense and sleepless. Kelvin was particularly frightened, thinking about Cheyenne’s upcoming delivery.

Seeing his anxious face, Cheyenne felt a bit more relaxed.

“Why are you shaking?”

“I’m scared.”

“Do men get scared too?”

Kelvin pulled her into his arms dominantly.

“Of course we do. I was terrified when you gave birth to Cierra.”

He feared losing Cheyenne forever.

Remembering how scared he was during Cierra’s birth, Cheyenne gently patted his hand.

“Don’t worry, my health is much better this time. Besides, it’s not our first child. We should be more concerned about my sister-in-law now. Who knows how she’s doing in there.”

She wished she were an obstetrician so she could help inside.

Time passed slowly. Just before dawn, a loud baby cry broke through the silence.

“The baby is born!”

Cheyenne looked at the door with excitement, feeling refreshed.

Soon, two nurses came out holding babies, smiling as they announced:

“Congratulations! It’s a pair of twins!”

They knew Pearl was expecting twins but didn’t expect them to be fraternal twins!

Even Channing felt lucky and smiled broadly.

“Great! Our Lucas family has two more members. Cheyenne, bring the babies over so I can see them.”

“Okay.”

Cheyenne handed one of the babies to her father.

Channing had taken care of Cierra when she was little, so he was skilled at holding babies.

“Not bad… This boy is sturdy. When you grow up, call me Grandpa, okay? Grandpa will buy you candy.”

“Dad, it’s not good to start coaxing him right after he’s born.”

Channing did want to coax the little ones. His brother’s family only had these two bloodlines left.

He hoped at least one would take the Lucas surname to help Oliver in the future.

“Ahem… I’m not coaxing him.”

Channing looked away guiltily.

The boy was born first and was very sturdy;

The girl was smaller, weighing only four pounds and looking as cute as a kitten.

Pearl became a mother of two overnight and felt incredibly happy with a son and a daughter.

These were her children, connected by blood!

The product of her love with Sam!

Thinking of this, Pearl’s eyes reddened, and she felt like crying.

“Sam, can you see this? These are our children. Please bless them from above to grow up safe and healthy.”

Sam had chosen names for the twins before he passed away and wrote them in a letter placed with his will.

Pearl saw the letter on the day she received the will.

“Cheyenne, could you get the paper from my bag?”

“Sure.”

Not knowing why she needed it now, Cheyenne complied anyway.

She found an old letter in the handbag and opened it to see a list of names.

“This is…”

“Yes, these are the names Sam chose for our children.”

Pearl had read these names countless times and each time felt touched by Sam’s thoughtfulness; she loved every name.

“Babies, your daddy loved you very much. Let’s pick your names by drawing lots.”

Drawing lots…

It was a good idea!

Kelvin decided he’d do the same when Cheyenne gave birth!

The boy’s chubby hand picked a paper with “Jason” written on it.

Jason Lucas would be his name.

The girl took longer but finally picked “Helena.”

Pearl decided her daughter would take her surname. She had given birth alone and would raise them; it wasn’t too much to ask for one child to have her name.

Jason Lucas and Helena Gilliam.

After Pearl’s confinement period, Kate often brought her children to visit her.

Suddenly there were three babies around, their cries filling the air.

Cheyenne felt her baby becoming more active too, as if eager to come out and join them.

“Do you want to come out because your siblings are outside playing?”

Cheyenne hit the mark!

That night her water broke; it happened to be Christmas Day.