After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

The Start Of Their Rosy Voyage.

The bell hanging above the door jingled as he walked in.

"Hello, welcome to Chams Flowery. How may we-" The florist in charge stopped short when she turned away from her current line of work and her eyes landed on the handsome man who had walked in.

His gray-ish black hair was pulled up in a neat bun, his sharp gray eyes scanning the surroundings and the light stubble on his jawline indicated that he hadn't shaved in a while. But dressed in his light brown coat, black turtle neck and suit pants of matching colors, all the flowers around paled in comparison to his beauty.

"Good evening," He greeted, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face.

The florist's mouth went dry.

"Um, good evening." She managed to squeak out. "How may we... I help you?"

"I'm here to pick up a bouquet. I called ahead of time."

"O-of course. What's your name sir?"

"Gabriel. Gabriel Bryce."

"Ah yes," The florist looked through her list, quickly finding his name. "The order was made a few days ago, am I right?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'll go grab it. Feel free to look around."

With that, she was gone and Gabriel took her up on her offer, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he browsed through the flower isles. After a while, he came upon a set of purple looking Dahlias.

It reminded him of Leonica and for the first time since leaving Norway- only returning today to get flowers for his grandmother and pay respect to her- Gabriel found himself wanting to see her.

"I wonder how she's doing?" He mumbled and as if on cue, the front door of the flowery pulled open and the sound of the bell jingling mixed with the familiar laughter that made his heart pick up its pace. "You're really something else, Anastasia."

He heard Leonica's enchanting voice and from in between the spaces of the isle he was standing in, he spotted the sight of her, her smile on full display, her laughter filling the air.

Seeing her rugged on the strings of his heart because after two whole years, three of which they had last interacted, Leonica Romero still looked as beautiful as ever.

The only difference was her hair, which was now cut shorter. But apart from that, her green eyes still shone with the light he had loved seeing, and the curve of her lips and her soft cheeks was still the same.

It comforted him In a painful way to know that all the articles he had read about she and Owen's happy marriage and tales were all true.

Owen was taking care of her the way she deserved, something he could provide.

"What? I'm just being truthful. Huh? Where the florist?" Anastasia asked as she noticed the empty desk.

"Probably in the back," Leonica reaches forward and rung the bell, giving Gabriel a front roll view to the sight of her wedding ring. "Excuse me, who's here?"

"Please hold on!" The florist called back, reminding Gabriel of the flowers he had come to pick up.

But they were not as important as Leonica who was a few feet away from him. In fact, all the flowers in the flowery seemed to have lost their luster when compared to her.

"So, flowers, party designs, cakes," Anastasia listened the items, counting with her fingers. "Everything is set for Owen's party."

moving away from the counter and walking towards the floor isle. Gabriel saw her coming and without thinking switched over to the next isle, finding his

turning briefly to catch a glance of Leonica's face once again when the sound of her laughter reached

beautiful in her

a vase?" The florist asked, snapping him out

"No, thank you."

"If that's all-"

it's not." Gabriel interrupted, watching as the florist cocked her head in confusion. "The purple Dahlias in that Isle,"

Would you like them to be wrapped up

like for you to them to the lady

glanced behind him, spotting Leonica as she indeed stood

"Who? Mrs. Lee?"

heard how the florist addressed Leonica. No more

the bitter pill, he nodded. "Yes. Please give them

"Okay,"

flowers and Gabriel paid, taking the bouquet for his grandmother before making his way out of the flowery, not once stealing another glance at the woman he had once loved and still loved, but now had no chance with. The florist watched

"Order for Mrs. Lee."

immediately showed up at the counter, marveling at the carnations she had ordered. "Wow, these are beautiful." "Thank you, ma'am." The florist then grabbed the purple Dahlias and placed them beside

Leonica glanced at her favorite flowers, then back

opened her mouth to answer, but for some reason, she thought it'd be best to keep Gabriel's identity secret. "He didn't leave a name,

flowers up and smelt them, smiling at their ever pleasant smell. "Please pass along my

"I will, ma'am."

Leonica grabbed the flower and

towards she and Owen's place was entertainingly short giving Leonica a little

woke up

was a success,

along

roots, Colorado, she heard, but she didn't really

after awakening from a year long of

And she has enjoyed every single second of

into the premise of the mini estate Benjamin and Cassandra had

Lee, we're here." Her driver announced as he held the door

the fact that Owen wasn't back yet as she stepped out. "Come on, let's set it up before he

ten years of age, welcomed his mother, not with his usual hugs, but arms occupied by

"Not yet, but he should be any second." Saying this, she walked over to the edge of the table and set the flower down, just before Anastasia announced that Owen had pulled into the driveway. "Alright, places everyone." Leonica instructed, waiting until everyone had gathered

a matter of seconds, the living room was shrouded in darkness, a darkness that was only broken when Owen walked in and gave a

turn on the

room was illuminated and the loud shouts of 'Surprise!' rang through

of their voices and confetti, but after a few seconds,

rushing forward and pulling him into a quick

chuckling, wrapped an arm around her waist. "I

no third nickname she had gotten used to, while Owen turned his attention to

guests, the members of the

his arms. "Come here,

ran forward, throwing himself into the arms of the man who had slowly grown into the perfect father figure in his

"Happy birthday, dad."

"Thank you Ash."