His Cure

**Final Chapter**

Beatrice’s heart melted.

So, he had all this in mind before?.

They ascended the stairs down to the last step.

“Eishhh.. you guys should disentangle from each other already. Oh, my poor eyes.”Kiara said among the crowd and dramatically covered her face.

The others laughed.

Beatrice chuckled.

Gregory removed his hand from her waist.

“Happy birthday, girlfriend..”Winifred stepped out and proffered a pink box to her.

She and Olivia already made up too.

“Thank you, Winnie.”Beatrice collected it.

She turned to Gregory.

“Hold this for me.”she grinned and dropped the box on his palm.

He frowned lightly, before leaning closer to whisper in her ear,

“I am basically you–”

“Happy birthday, Beatrice. Wish you long life on this earth.”Harry stepped out with Gomez by his side.

Beatrice’s eyes beamed.

“Miss Gomez!! Thanks for coming!!”she grinned.

“Well, just so you know, she and dad seems to have fallen in love with each other so she is no longer a baby mama but.. his wife.”Kiara uttered.

“Sometimes, you talk too much, Kiara.”Harry turned to her.

“Isn’t she saying the truth?”Mirabel chimed.

“Here is your gift, birthday girl.”Gomez pushed the carton out.

“This is so nice of you, Gomez.”Beatrice grinned.

She collected it from her and gave it to Gregory who could only groan silently.

Others, including Alyssa, Olivia, Michael and some other people she didn’t recognize came to wish her with gifts too.

“Uhm!”Kiara cleared her throat.

“Well, here is your gift!”she pushed out a lipgloss at Beatrice.

Beatrice chuckled before collecting it.

“Lipgloss?. Don’t you think you’re big enough to gift me something bigger?”Beatrice raised her brows at her.

“Well?.. are you expecting me to give you the whole America?. Oof! Just tell me thank you.”Kiara snorted.

“Thank youuu, little girl.”Beatrice scattered her hair.

“Hmph! I am a full grown girl.”Kiara jerked her hair back.

Jared appeared and gave Beatrice a fountain pen.

“Use this to write beautiful stories about your life for all your days on Earth.”he said.

“Hm?. Is the ink everlasting?”Beatrice chuckled.

“You can always replace the ink.”he grinned.

“I know.. that was a joke. Thank you, baby boy.”

“I am only doing what I have to do.”he shrugged.

“You’re just like your father.”Gregory commented with a chortle.

“Happy birthday, miss. I..”Mirabel also came out.

“It’s Mrs, Mirabel.”Gregory corrected.

Mirabel rolled his eyes to the side.

“Happy birthday, Mrs Beatrice.”

“It’s Mrs Winslow, dummy!”Gregory laughed.

“Jeez!! I was going to say miss Beatrice but you said it was Mrs. Anyways, gold and silver, I have none. I can only give you my hand.”he turned his side to Beatrice and extended his hand, staring away.

Gregory tut – tut.

Beatrice and the people found his actions adorable.

“And, oh”Mirabel looked at her with a sneer.

“You’d better count yourself as a lucky girl. Many girls are out there, trying to even get me to glance at them but you’re getting the chance to shake me here.”

“You have left traces of your footsteps for your son to follow, Harry. I see him being the next baby daddy when he grows up.”Michael laughed.

“Then, I am honored, Mirabel.”Beatrice stifled a laugh as she shook hands with him.

“That boy is really feeling himself, isn’t he?”Kiara folded her arms with a scoff from where she was.

“Exactly. I am more cute than him but I dare not act like that.”Jared added.

“What!”Kiara tilts her head to the side.

“Ugh! There are no better narcissist boys than you guys.”she rolled her eyes.

“You would be the queen of narcissism, and we would be your follower, if that were the case.”Jared rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get the party started people!!”Kiara yelled.

“Your kids are really one of a kind. I have a feeling Kiara might be a baby..”Michael stopped his statement when Harry passed him a look.

“Why not continue talking then get a punch on your pretty face.”Harry threatened.

“Woah, calm down.. I am only tryna be factual here.”Michael smirks.

“You are simply angry that I’ve got pretty kids while you’re still as single as a singer.”Harry taunted.

“God forbid I be a baby mama! Uncle, you trust me, right?”Kiara looked at Gregory.

“Hundred percent, baby girl.”Gregory winked at her.

“Alrightttt!!! Enough with the talks! It’s time to drink our as*ess off!”Alyssa announced.

“I am going to drop this in the car.”Gregory informed Beatrice and walked away.

“Birthday pretty!!”Alyssa took her hand and dragged her to the center of the room.

Beatrice’s eyes glinted at the sight of the huge cake on the table.

*Happy birthday, Mrs Winslow.*was written on it.

“Am I the only one that thinks it is weird to write Mrs Winslow on the cake?”Michael tilted his head to the side.

“That dude is just trying to let you all know that she is already taken and married. She is now a Mrs of his second name. I think it sounds possessive instead.”Harry rolled his eyes.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“He is a cute man, isn’t he?. Count yourself jammy, gurll”Winifred poked Beatrice.

Beatrice nodded with a smile.

“Where the fuck is Gregory?. Anyways, cut your cake, babe.”Alyssa remarked.

Beatrice held the knife.

“At the complete spelling of Mrs Winslow, you will cut the cake. Okay, people?”Alyssa announced.

“Alright… M-r-s W-i-n-s-l-o-w.”they all called.

Beatrice slides the knife down in the cake and they all gave her a big hand.

“I am taking the first piece.”Kiara stated.

“Okay..”Beatrice smiled and cut a piece for her.

Kiara dropped the cake in her mouth and munched on it.

“Hmm.. may you born a cute girl like me, miss Beatrice.”she grinned.

They all laughed.

Beatrice rubbed her hair.

“Thank you.”she beamed.

She scoured her eyes around for Gregory but couldn’t find him.

“I’ll go look for Gregory.”she said to Alyssa and moved out of the living room.

She saw him stepping out of the car and rolled her eyes.

He raised his eyes from his phone as he tucked it in his pocket then smirks when he saw her.

“What?. You miss me?”

She marched to where he was.

“What took you so long?”she inquired.

“Long?. I’ve barely used ten minutes out here.”

She huffed.

“Well, you weren’t there when I cut the cake.”

“And?. It’s not a wedding’s cake so, of course you would cut it alone.”he shrugged.

Beatrice folded her arms.

“Can you be more ignorant?. You are supposed to be there, not holding my hand necessarily but..”she stopped talking.

“But what?”he raised his brows up.

“Forget it.”she snort and tried to turn away but he pulled her back, roughly, making her land on his chest.

“But what?”he asked, huskily.

Beatrice’s eyes dance around his face.

“You like me, Author. Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”he breathed out on her face.

Beatrice attempted to move away from him, but he placed his arm around her, caging her in his grip.

“I…”Beatrice stuttered.

“People are in there and.. I don’t think this is the right place to.. do this.”she blinked, fastly.

“Do what?”Gregory scoffed.

“You do have a dirty mind, Beatrice.”he smirked and grabbed her chin, then look into her blue eyes delicately.

“I am just asking you to yes my proposal. Where did you let your mind wander off to?”

Beatrice broke away from his gaze.

“I think.. they’re calling me inside. You should let go of me now.”she cleared her voice.

“No.”he deadpanned.

“Will you tell me, willing?, or you want me to do some crazy stuffs with you right here before you..”

“Jeez.. Okay, fine. Yes.”she closed her eyes.

“Huh?”Gregory pretended not to hear what she just said.

She opened her right eye but closed it back again.

“I.. like you, IntrovertBoy.”she stated.

A smile formed up on Gregory’s lips.

“Thanks for admitting, Author.”he kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose then down to her lips.

“It’s real this time around, and, I promise not to run away anymore.”he mumbled as he fully took her lips in.

*

The End!

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