The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor By LiLhyz Chapter 142

The Godparent Vows

“We have a problem,” Shantelle said to Evan. “The twin’s evening shift caregiver got sick, and you know we can’t let any infection get in the house. Remember that Mrs. Shaw and Tessie took their days off?”

Pouting her lips, Shantelle revealed, “They won’t be back until tomorrow morning. The morning shift caregiver can’t extend any longer. She said no one is taking her son to school.”

Evan immediately got up from his seat and walked toward his wife. He said, “Go ahead and take your rest. It’s my turn to watch the twins.”

But I thought you said you were working on something important?” Shantelle revealed. “I was thinking of calling mom.”

“At this hour? It’s almost midnight, Wifey. No, let me take care of them. I can handle it. I’ll ask James to finish my work,” Evan said before making the necessary phone call to his assistant.

He pecked Shantelle’s cheek and said, “Come on.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Shantelle asked.

“I’m a super dad,” Evan claimed.

“Okay, why don’t we divide and conquer,” Shantelle suggested. “You take twelve to three. I’ll take four to six.”

Evan rejected the idea, but Shantelle insisted. She said, “We both should at least get some sleep.”

Then, as if having a lightbulb moment, she searched the study and asked,” Wendell took his rest?”

“No, he went to see Milan,” Evan revealed.

“Oh,” Shantelle said.

“A big oh,” Evan suggested.

Evan guided his wife to the master bedroom for her well-deserved rest. Then, he went to the nursery and dismissed the day-shift caregiver.

Looking at the twins sleeping in their respective cribs, Evan smiled. He might actually have a not-so-difficult night. The man moved one lazy boy chair and rested in between the cribs. He pulled out his phone and took pictures of Amelia and Marcus.

Evan leaned back and admired the photos, including those he had previously taken with his wife. Just then, Amelia started crying. He carried his little girl and tried to soothe her, but eventually, he caught the scent of her dirty diaper.

it is? Is

on the diaper changer area, gently removing her overalls and cleaning her off. Amelia was crying so hard that in the

“Oh, no,” Evan declared.

walked towards Marcus’ crib. He scooped his son into his arm, then cradled both of his twins. He hummed a soft melody of a known nursery rhyme, which aided

asleep, relieving Evan. He placed them back in their cribs one by one and alternately patted their frames. However, when Evan sat back in

was at that moment that he realized Marcus’

little guy’s thing poking out of his diaper. Evan chuckled and said,

diaper was also wet. Thus, Evan still changed his son. When he was done, Evan put him to

to shut his eyes. Only fifteen minutes passed, and Marcus cried again. His son had a dirty diaper, and Evan changed him again. As he

hour before Amilia asked for milk. It was

Shantelle’s pumped milk. Therefore, he opted to prepare

did not like her milk. She went crying and crying until Marcus

so messed up.” Evan was this close to waking

Evan was carrying both twins and swaying his body to soothe them. “You

suggested. “The caregiver got sick, so I’m all alone to let Wifey take a

thaw two bottles. Just hold the frozen

took a while, but Wendell ultimately returned with the ordered milk. Just then,

to Wendell and said, “I could use a free

me wash first,” Wendell

Amelia. He placed Marcus in

supposed long legs have their

begged. “Pick up Marcus and feed him

of your mind? I don’t know how to feed a baby!”

Amelia finish her bottle first and instructed his friend, Let

“How?” Wendell asked.

his shoulder. He said, “Then gently tap her back to help her with

around, Evan managed the twins feeding. However, as soon as Marcus

Wendell said. “Man, I am not

“That’s your goddaughter you are talking about? What happened to, for better or

thoroughly. He responded, “That’s marriage, Evan. There aren’t no vows to being a godparent

now on, my kids’ godparents will have vows! You’ll need to swear

a dance while wrinkling his nose at the smell