Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 27

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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RACHEL’S pov.

Rachel’s Love And Care Home<<

“…and not only our kids attend the school, there are other kids outside coming to school here” mama said as we stepped out of the last class.

“Omg, I still can’t believe he actually built a school here for the kids” I awed with a proud smile as I nod in satisfaction and appreciation.

It’s as if I’m getting to know my husband all over again, or it’s better to say I never really get to know the real him. I thought money and fame has gotten over him, but he’s proved me wrong.

Alright, here’s what’s happening at the moment.

After we all entered the first mansion, Duncan and Poppa started opening presents and having fun with the kids, completely forgetting about mama and I.

I never knew Duncan loves kids this much, I pray he doesn’t forget about me after we have kids or Maybe I shouldn’t get pregnant yet, so I can enjoy my husband for some time before I start fighting with my kids over his love and attention; hehehehe, what an evil mother I’m gonna be.

So, Mama decided to give me a tour of the orphanage before dinnertime, and that’s how ended up at the school premises right now.

I also noticed that each kid has his or her own room, they aren’t assigned two or three to a room like our orphanage back then, everyone has their own privacy here and I really love that.

“…and here, we have the kids’ pool” mama said as we took a turn, that led to a very big swimming pool.

“Kids’ pool?” I asked with a hint of worry in my voice.

Why would Duncan build a pool for the kids? Kids are always careless and clumsy, what if one of them who can’t swim clumsily fall in and there’s no one to rescue him or her, wouldn’t the kid drown?

I shuddered in fear merely thinking about it, it’s horrific!

Mama chuckled lightly when she saw my worried expression, she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and sighed.

“You’re just as caring as your husband, he was also scared when I suggested we build a swimming pool for the kids…”

“It wasn’t his idea?” I cut in.

She shook her head.

“No, I suggested it because some of the kids might have an interest in swimming, we don’t know where their talents lies, so we must get everything ready for them” she explained.

“Hm” I nodded in understanding, her explanation is very logical but I’m still a little bit worried, especially for the two to five years olds.

“Don’t worry about any of them drowning, because we only let kids from range of eight and above take the swimming classes”

“Now that’s better”

“Yes, and our coaches are very professional, they only allow kids take swimming classes in and they don’t leave them unguided” she said. “Even our security team is very strict and they won’t let kids below right near this area” she explained further pointing towards the door.

Two men in security uniform stood by the door, with a serious yet friendly and approachable expression on; how did they manage to do that?

As if to prove what mama was just telling me, a kid wanted to run past the door but the security men stopped him in time, one of them squatted to his level and was telling the kid something with a warm smile while gesturing towards the pool.

The kid nodded sadly, but ran back to wherever he came from. Phew! It’s good they’re taking good care of the children.

“We have the garden ahead where the kids planted some flowers, do you wanna take a look?” she asked.

I agreed readily, but my stomach had other plans for me as it growled very loudly.

Mama looked down at my stomach when it growled loudly, I quickly wrapped my arms around it and looked around as if I’m searching for a dog or lion that just growled.

“That wasn’t me” I denied.

Mama laughed this time.

“I’m quite hungry too, let’s go see if dinner’s ready” she said.

I simply nodded and followed her. I can’t blame my stomach for crying, I haven’t eaten else after breakfast and it’s already dinnertime.

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“We’ve arrived” mama said.

“Finally” I whispered, rubbing my stomach as if it’s gonna make the hunger go away.

Mama entered the kitchen and I followed suit, but I stopped abruptly by the door when I saw a Duncan with an apron around his neck with his back facing me, some of the kids are washing broccolis for him and others were whisking some eggs, while he was making a dough.

I scoffed mentally as I rolled my eyeballs, is he trying to show off his cooking skills here and make me look lazy in front of the kids?

Never! I’m not gonna let him succeed in his plan!

“Duncan, what are you making?” Mama asked him.

He turned around with a smile, he locked gaze with me and winked then blew a kiss towards me, which I dodged then frowned at him -I don’t want his hypocritical kiss.

“I wanna make some doughnuts, Mrs Baldwin loves eating them a lot recently” he winked at me again.

My cheeks flamed up, but I quickly coughed and comported myself.
Mama glanced at me and laughed, she turned back to the kids washing broccoli.

“What are those broccoli for?” she asked.

“Oh, I wanna cook beef and broccoli for everyone” he replied.

Beef and broccoli? Isn’t that his signature dish?
Well, everyone has their signature dish, how about I cook mine too and win the kids over; I’m feeling kinda jealous of his relationship with them.

“We’ve all missed your cooking and…”

“His cooking is so last season” I cut in. “How about you guys try someone knew?” I asked suggestively.

He raised his eyebrows at me, silently asking me what I’m trying to do, but I ignored him and face the kids since their opinion is all that matters to me at the moment.

“You wanna cook for us?” A girl of about twelve asked.

“Yep” I answered.

She exchanged looks with her friends and burst into laughter, but they nodded anyway.

“Our Duncan is a great cook, I don’t think you stand a chance against him” she sighed.”But we can let you give it a try if you insist” she said.

I glared at Duncan as the girl said those words, then reached for a cleaver knife and slammed it on the counter.

“Are you game?” I asked him.

“Of course” he replied very confidently.

“How about we cook in teams?” I suggested.

“Cook in teams?” Duncan asked.

He frowned slightly, but quickly smirked because he knows he can cook better than me. But my darling husband didn’t know I’ve improved over the years, though I can only cook fried cabbage so well, but at least it can help me win the kids over.

Hehehehe, I’m so evil, I know that.

“Alright, let the kids choose whose team they wanna join” he said and sat on a stool.

“Of course” I agreed.

We both stared directly in each other’s eyes challengingly as the kids looked between us, wondering whose team they wanna join.
Mama pulled out a stool and sat down, she reached for a carrot and started munching on it as she watched us in amusement.

“Duncan is handsome, I wanna marry him when I grow up!” A little girl broke the silence that was already slicing everyone’s skin.

“Me too! Me too!” the other girls shouted as they gleefully jumped towards Duncan.

His handsome face is his biggest flaw, but greatest advantage. Every girl, both young and old can’t help tripping over his face; I screamed mentally.

Duncan raised an eyebrow at me as a proud smirk played on his lips, he shrugged his shoulders and carried one of the girls on his laps.

“Awwwwn, don’t be sad, the kids just love me” he teased me.

I pouted my lips sadly, and my shoulders slumped down in embarrassment, when I realized no one wanna be in my team.
And I was about running off in shame, because I know the boys would join his team too since he’s their role model.

But my eyes lit up and I broke into a smile as my ray of hope got up, a little boy of about seven or eight years old.

“Poppa said we shouldn’t let pretty girls cry and Miss Rachel is a very pretty girl”

He gestured me to squat to his level and I did.

“I’ll be in your team, Miss Rachel” he said as he planted a kiss on my cheek and winked at me.

Wow, he’s just seven or eight years old and he’s already winking at girls, well, he’s definitely gonna be a heartbreaker when he’s grown up.

“Thank you” I told him.

Before I knew, the other boys are jumping towards me, each planting a kiss on my cheek and standing behind me.

It’s my turn to smirk at Duncan now, because my boys are bigger than his girls. I crossed my arms on my chest and raised my head proudly as I officially declare war.

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My boys and I sing-along one of Justin Bieber’s songs ‘Let me love you’ , we shake our bodies and nodded along the beat as we wash our veggies.

Duncan and his girls on the other hand are singing and dancing to one of his songs too, these girls are just another of his crazy fans.

I could feel the walls of the kitchen shaking as both teams were singing loudly and sometimes out of tone, Duncan and I would sometimes bump into each other, engage in a glaring contest then continue with our work, or fight over a pan, pot, spoon or even the chopping board; we fight over almost everything in the kitchen.

Our noise has called the attention of some staffs, and even Poppa who was napping in his room also came to find out what the commotion was all about. He sat next to his wife and watched us when he realized we’re in a battlefield.

“Yay!! We’re done!!” I shouted in excitement when I’m done making my fried cabbage, but Duncan’s still cooking his beef and broccoli.

“We won first round! We won first round!” My boys started jumping in joy as they high-five and hug each other.

Yeah, we’ve won the first the round, but the second round is very important and it’s gonna determine wether I win or not -it’s the food’s taste.

“Don’t be overjoyed yet, the competition isn’t over yet” Duncan said, but I huffed.

TO Be Continued