Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know."

"I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said.

"Okay," Nyla replied.

Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.

Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.

Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?"

"He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked.

"She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.

Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.

A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?"

"Of course! I've said before that once Nyla had the baby, I was going to be her godmother," Valarie answered.

Hearing that, Brandon frowned slightly. "If you're the godmother, then what about me?"

Valarie looked confused. "What do you mean? You can just be—"

She suddenly paused, realizing something was off.

Damon was Brandon's uncle, which meant Mia was technically Brandon's cousin.

If Valarie became Mia's godmother, wouldn't that complicate their family hierarchy if she married Brandon?

Would she have to call Nyla "Aunt Nyla," along with Brandon?

Just picturing that made Valarie shudder and shake her head vigorously.

Yeah, being Mia's godmother was no longer an option.

"Ugh, forget it, My head hurts just thinking about it. We were in such a rush coming here that I didn't even have time to pick out a proper gift for Bunny. If you're free later, come with me to the mall. I want topick something nice for her," Valarie said.

Brandon nodded. "Alright. I'm free this afternoon. I'll go with you."

...noveldrama

An hour later, Brandon pulled his car up in front of the mall.

They both got out and headed straight for the baby section. White Valarie carefully compared baby thes and bottles, Brandon simply stood nearby, quietly watching her.

As she read labels and compared products, he imagined what she'd be like if they had a child

together—meticulously selecting everything and ensuring the baby had only the best.

The thought made him smile. The idea of that future felt warm and fulfilling.

"Brandon... Brandon?" Valarie called out.

Hearing her voice, Brandon snapped out of his thoughts and turned to her. At some point, she had walked up beside him, her face full of confusion.

"What is it? Did you decide on something?" he asked.

Valarie sighed, exasperated. "What were you daydreaming about? I was asking which of these two outfits looks better."

She held up two identical baby onesies-one soft pink and the other creamy beige.

"I think the pink one looks cuter," Brandon commented.

"Right? I thought so too. Okay, pink it is. Let me pick out a few more things," Valarie said.

She tossed the pink onesie into the shopping basket and continued browsing.

Brandon stood by her side, watching her with a gentle smile.

Maybe... it was time for them to start thinking about marriage.

Their relationship had been stable for months now. Every week, they took turns having dinner at each other's house.