Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 43: I Know You're Trying to Give Me a Baby Sister The next morning, the first thing Clara saw when she opened her eyes was Aaron's sleeping face-and even asleep, he was breathtaking. They were lying so close she could feel the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing. His hair was a little messy, with a few strands of bangs falling across his chiseled brows, softening his features. Like she was under a spell, Clara found herself raising a hand and gently tracing the lines of his face with her fingertips... Suddenly, a strong arm looped around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

His chin rested lightly on the top of her head as his low, lazy morning voice rumbled, "Good morning, Mrs. Devereaux. Sleep okay?" ---- Clara flushed with embarrassment over her childish gesture and mumbled, "Yeah... not bad." With a gorgeous woman in his arms and her sweet scent wrapped around him, Aaron was just about to go in for a good-morning kiss when-bam! The door flew open, and Leo launched himself onto the bed like a rocket. "Mommy! Time to wake-" He froze mid-sentence. "Daddy?

Why are you here?!" Clara instantly sat up like she'd been electrocuted, scooting away and wedging a pillow between her and Aaron with practiced precision. Aaron rubbed his temples, sighing. Derek and Leo, the two of them were hell-bent on sabotaging his love life. Leo didn't even wait for an answer. He squirmed right between the two adults, his face glowing with excitement. "I know what you guys are doing. You're trying to give me a baby sister!" ---- Clara's cheeks, which had just cooled down, lit up again. She made a run for the bathroom, mumbling something about brushing her teeth.

Aaron leaned back with a smirk. "And how do you know that?" Leo replied proudly, "Peter said his mommy and daddy started sleeping in the same bed, and that's how he got a little sister. So Daddy, when am I getting mine?" Aaron gave him a vague answer, "Soon. Really soon." But Leo wasn't done. "You better hurry. Once I start elementary school, I'll be too busy to play with her." Aaron chuckled, "That's a tight deadline, buddy. Tll do my best." Listening to this totally serious father-son convo, Clara almost tripped over herself in the bathroom.

Later that day at the firm, Aaron had Matt contact their old housekeeper service and ---- instructed them to move his clothes into the master bedroom on the second floor. By the time Clara came home that night, the walk-in closet had undergone a total transformation. The wardrobe was packed full. His suits-mostly in black, gray, and white-hung neatly beside her dresses, surprisingly harmonious. He didn't actually take up that much space-just about a quarter. The rest? All hers. And not just her usual wardrobe either.

The racks were bursting with brand-new Gia Glamour pieces, tags still attached. Cocktail dresses, office wear, casual outfits, athleisure-every category you could imagine. Clara stood there, stunned. She never imagined she'd own this many clothes. Some designs even came in every single color. Gia Glamour had always been her favorite. Most of her go-to outfits were from the brand. She'd ---- usually allow herself a piece or two each season, but this... this was like owning half their boutique. Her eyes darted around, not even knowing where to focus.

On one side was a full display of Gia Glamour handbags. She reached out to touch one, fingers trailing over the leather. Honestly, what woman could resist? Next came Aaron's ties, cufflinks, tie clips, watches... and an entire section just for her jewelry-necklaces, earrings, ear cuffs, bracelets. Plus, an army of shoes: heels, flats, sneakers-every kind imaginable. The man was loaded. But what really got to her was how thoughtful he'd been. Every item was in her size. The styles, the colors, the brands-all perfectly in line with her usual preferences.

Clara had always believed she wasn't a materialistic person.