Wanted to update this and The Nanny at the same time so it may be a little shorter than usual.

"Where is she?"

Kenna jumps, turning away from the stove to see Catherine and Henry enter the kitchen. "I thought you weren't going to come. It's almost dinner," she says.

"We got held up," Catherine tells her. "Henrietta had a crisis. You will not enjoy those when Emilie gets into her teen years. Be warned."

Kenna laughs wryly, finishing up cooking as she says, "Emilie's asleep. Bash is with her, he won't leave her side for a second."

"When we had Francis," Henry begins as he and Catherine take a seat at the breakfast table. "The last thing we wanted was to leave him. Even the nanny wasn't used for a good few months before we finally gave the boy some breathing space."

"It's how it is," Catherine adds, nodding. "First-time parents are just anxious."

Kenna nods slowly, turning the stove off and coming over to sit with them. "We discussed religion."

Catherine's brows raise as she lifts the gift bag in her hand. "The girls wore this. It was mine, Italian silk and hand-stitched. I was hoping Emilie would wear it on her christening day."

Kenna shakes her head. "We're not having her christened."

"We're Catholic," Henry says, surprised.

"None of us are Bash's maternal relatives. They were Neopagans. Emilie is technically one or an Atheist even if we're going by her mother's religion or lack thereof," Kenna tells them. "We aren't sure if we should raise her Catholic like us or his maternal side's religion. He wants her to choose when she grows up but being a part of the Catholic community could be really good for her."

Henry nods approvingly. "Not to mention, the private schools. There are very good ones for all ages of learning but they are Catholic schools and will help them in the long run."

"Even the nurseries," Catherine starts. "You better start looking now. The waiting lists are insane."

"Our name will only get you so far," Henry adds.

Kenna blinks in surprise and nods, taking it all in. "Schools, right, yes."

"Or you could go safe and homeschool her," Henry says. "We homeschooled Henri Jr after some issues at school. We still have a selection of good tutors."

"She's not even a month old," Kenna says, laughing softly. "I guess time is of the essence."

"About the religion thing," Catherine says, bringing out the christening gown. "You both need to be on the same page. Although it would be nice and look good if Emilie was raised to be Catholic as you both attend Church already but at the end of the day, I guess you both need to do what is right for Emilie. Don't let your personal opinions get in the way of raising Emilie the best way you can."

Just as Kenna is going to reply, Bash comes into the kitchen with Emilie awake in his arms. She gives him a small smile and stands to let him take a seat as Henry and Catherine fawn over the baby.

"She's beautiful," Catherine breathes out. "So blonde."

"And it's natural too," Henry quips, receiving a hit from his wife.

"Why don't you both get acquainted with Emilie," Bash tells them, letting Catherine take the baby. "Kenna, can we have a quick word?"

Kenna follows him out into the hall, crossing her arms as she does so. She doesn't know what they need to talk about, not with his father and stepmother in the other room but she doesn't dispute it and waits for him to say what he needs to.

"I talked to my mother," he says.

"Right," she mumbles. "How is she?"

Bash smiles a little. "She's fine. Told me to say 'hi' to you for her," he replies. "And she also told me to raise Emilie as Catholic."

Kenna's brows shoot up and she masks her surprise with a neutral tone. "Why?"

"She told me that it's what Isobel would have wanted," he says quietly. "For us to do what we think is best for Emilie. Raising her as Catholic will open a lot of doors for her and we won't have to leave her at home whenever we go to Church. We could celebrate Christmas with her and Easter. Bring her to be a part of our family traditions. Raise her how we'd raise children that are ours. Like she is one of ours because she is. She's our daughter now, Kenna. There will always be a boundary and we will make sure she knows who her biological parents are but she's our daughter so we should treat her as such."

Kenna nods, smiling happily. "That's all I want for us to do," she tells him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his chest. "I should have been more delicate in the situation. I shouldn't have come across as judgemental. I know I am, I'm sorry and I should definitely work on that but it's no excuse. We both want what is best for Emilie in the long run. We need to work together, not against each other."

"Exactly."

"So, let's go and see that christening gown that Catherine brought us," Kenna says, lifting her chin up to peck him on the lips. "I love you, amour."

"I love you too, chérie," Bash whispers, kissing her softly.

...

Kenna sighs as she lifts her hair up, turning her head side to side to see how it looks in the mirror. She purses her lips and removes her hands, her hair falling back onto her shoulders as she adjusts the purple corset some more.

She doesn't want to go to Leeza's divorce bachelorette burlesque event but she's been putting it off for a while now and Leeza and the rest of the women have lost their patience. Apparently, it was a bitch to rearrange the whole event and Leeza was not going to accept any withdrawals.

"Maybe I shouldn't go," Kenna mutters to Bash when he peeks his head into her wardrobe. She eyes him through the mirror, reaching to detach her corset. "I'd rather be with you and Emilie. I'm going to miss putting her down for bed."

"We'll be fine," Bash says, coming over to place his hands on her shoulders. "Go and let your hair down."

"Does this make me look fat?"

Bash chuckles, pressing a soft kiss on her neck. "Stop being self-conscious."

"Who says I am?" Kenna snaps lightly.

He laughs now, playing with her hair. "You would look better if you left it down. Or should I help you and do a crown braid for you?"

Kenna turns her head to look at him in surprise. "You can braid hair?"

"I'm not only a handsome face," her husband tells her with a smirk as he gestures for her to sit down in front of her vanity table. "I'd do Leeza and Margot's hairs when we were teenagers. They said something about me impressing my future girlfriends or wives."

"Wives?" Kenna asks dubiously, eyebrow raised as she sits down and checks her makeup.

"Wife," he says, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. "One, singular."

Kenna beams. "Right answer," she tells him.

Bash laughs softly and uses one of her customised combs to part her hair into sections. Expertly, his fingers form a braided crown on the top of her head and he interweaves a silk ribbon in the same colour as her corset into it along with some pearls. When he's done, he sprays some hairspray and tells her to open her eyes as he grabs her hand mirror for a view of the back of her head.

"Sebastian!" Kenna cries out in surprise and awe. "I love it. Your sisters were right."

He sighs in relief. "Don't let them know that though," he tells her, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "I think I'll just spend some time in the pool, read a book, review those baby monitors and catch an early night. Looking after Emilie in between of course. Go and enjoy yourself."

Kenna grins. "Fine, you've got me sold."

She seals the deal with a kiss.

...

"Philip and I are officially over," Leeza starts, raising her champagne flute. "To singledom!"

"Singledom!" The ladies say, raising their own flutes in celebration.

Kenna turns to Leeza. "So, what comes next?"

Leeza sighs, shrugging as she takes a sip of her drink. "Work, party and return home to an empty house..."

Kenna pulls a face, quickly reaching out to pat Leeza's shoulder. "I never meant to upset you."

"Upset me?" Leeza asks, laughing. "God, coming home to an empty house without the fear of starting or being in the middle of another argument is a breath of fresh air! For once, I'm happy. In fact, can we...?" She eyes the bar.

Kenna nods and stands up with Leeza. They head to the bar and order for more drinks for their table as they take seats at the bar.

"Sergio Exposito," Leeza says, turning to Kenna. "You and he had a thing."

"We did," Kenna says quietly. "Only brief. Once."

Leeza nods. "Yeah, I know... We're together now," Leeza replies. "I've been wanting to tell you for a while ever since the divorce began but the words never came out. I hope it won't cause any awkwardness between all of us. Even Bash because-"

"I know," Kenna cuts her off gently, placing a hand on top of Leeza's. "It's fine. I'm really happy for you. I'm glad he's found someone available at least. Sure, we had something but it wasn't like what I have with Bash. I hope you find something like that too. Sparks, fireworks and everything in between."

Leeza nods, smiling as her eyes water with tears. "Thank you. For everything."

"You're more than welcome, Leeza," Kenna replies, hugging her tightly as their drinks arrive. "We have thirsty ladies, so let's get this to them right now."

Leeza giggles. "Seven Sex On The Beaches, coming right up!"

...

It's one in the morning when Kenna stumbles into the house, waving the limo off as she closes the front door behind her. She takes her heels off and leaves them on the ground, kicking them to the left side of the doors before she makes a sheepish smile in Lombard's way.

"Madame," he greets her warmly. "Do you want a glass of water and some painkillers sent upstairs?"

Kenna pulls a face. "Yes, please," she says. "Thank you."

"De rien," he replies, heading to the kitchen as Kenna makes her way up the stairs.

She checks in on Emilie first, smiling when she catches the shapes of the stars rotating on Emilie's sleeping form from the nightlight. She presses a kiss on her fingers and presses her fingers on Emilie's cheek before leaving the bedroom and closing the door quietly behind her.

Going into the bedroom across, she finds Bash fast asleep on top of the duvet and she switches her bedside lamp on for some light as he continues to sleep. Yawning, she starts stripping, taking a seat on the bed to pull her tights off.

"You're home," she hears a groggy voice.

"Sorry," Kenna whispers, turning her body to face him. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"How was it?"

Kenna smiles wryly. "I'm never drinking again."

Bash laughs softly, sitting up. "We both know that's untrue."

She continues taking her clothes off, going to put her silk pyjama shorts and shirt on. When she's done removing her makeup, she retrieves the water and paracetamol from Lombard, thanking him once again before finding Bash underneath the duvet, fast asleep.

Stuffing the pills into her mouth and washing them down with water, she places the glass onto her bedside table and gets into bed. She presses a kiss on her husband's hairline and settles on her back, closing her eyes.

Just as she's about to fall asleep, the baby monitor goes off and her eyes snap open.

"Your turn," her husband mumbles tiredly, turning onto his other side and falling back asleep.

Kenna playfully rolls her eyes, ceding defeat as she gets out of bed to handle Emilie.

"Come to Mama, sweetheart," she coos once Emilie is in her arms and she has a bottle ready. "What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

Emilie's whimpers have Kenna rocking her. Kenna goes over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and takes a seat. Grabbing the bottle, she starts feeding Emilie and stares into the baby's wide blue, teary eyes.

"You can call me whatever you want," Kenna says once she realises what she called herself. "Mama, Auntie Kenna or just Kenna... Whatever makes you comfortable because no matter what, I'll always be there for you and so will Sebastian. We love you, Emilie. So much."

Emilie won't ever replace the baby she miscarried because Emilie is Emilie. She's her own person and losing Emilie will break both her and Bash because they've become so attached to the baby.

"We'll never leave you, Emilie," Kenna whispers, staring into Emilie's blues. "I swear it."

And Emilie never breaks her gaze on Kenna.

...

"How do you not have a hangover?"

Kenna laughs, accepting her husband's kiss on her cheek as she continues changing Emilie's nappy. "I threw up a lot after I fed her. But I'm not excited about the killer headache I'll get later on in the day."

Bash tuts. "So, how was it actually? Drinking aside."

She gives him a look. "You mean how Leeza's doing?"

"Sure."

Kenna shrugs. "She's fine. This divorce is the best thing to happen to her."

Bash sighs in relief. "Glad to know," he says. "Breakfast's ready. I'll have a bottle done for Emmy."

Kenna nods and finishes putting Emilie's outfit on as her husband leaves the nursery. She lifts Emilie up to her chest and smiles, feeling Emilie's small head against the crook of her neck.

"So tiny. We'll have you getting bigger in no time, Princess," she says, heading downstairs.

She takes a seat beside Bash in the dining room, watching as he checks Emilie's bottle before handing it over to her to start feeding the baby.

"What's your day like?" Kenna asks him curiously.

"I'm actually staying home again," Bash replies, biting into some toast. "I have some admin."

Kenna nods slowly. "Right," she says. "Well, I can't do today's list from home so I'll be at the boutique for four hours before I can come home."

"Oh, no. Stay as long as you want at work," Bash tells her. "I know you're busy with multiple orders."

"We have a baby, Sebastian. Leeza understands," Kenna replies casually.

"Kenna, I have things covered," Bash says. "Being home will give me a chance to get started on applying for schools. Luckily, we're in a good district so-"

"Isn't that something we should do together?" Kenna asks him.

Bash chuckles, shaking his head. "I already have options. I've scheduled a few events so that I can meet with nursery heads. The family name will only get us so far."

"So your father says," Kenna mutters. "What else have you thought of doing today?"

"Nothing else. Just bonding with Emilie," Bash replies, reaching over to stuff some peach into Kenna's mouth. "So, you eat up and go to work. I'll even have dinner cooked if you decide to stay late."

Kenna raises her brows and finishes chewing the peach before swallowing it down and saying, "Perfect, little house-husband, hmm?"

Bash smiles widely. "I guess so," he replies, gesturing for Kenna to coax Emilie into his arms. "You need to eat. I'll feed her."

Sighing, she stops feeding Emilie and gives the baby to Bash before handing him the bottle too. Dejectedly, she starts eating, watching as he babbles down at Emilie as if she's the only thing he sees in the whole room.

Kenna frowns. Perhaps, Emilie is now above her in his list of priorities.

But she guesses, it doesn't matter.

Not now at least.

"I might skip breakfast," she says, pushing her plate away. "Last night's still affecting me." She stands, pressing a kiss on the top of Bash's head and one on Emilie's forehead. "Have fun."

"Yeah, you too," Bash mutters, looking down at Emilie with a bright smile. "J'taime."

"Love you too," Kenna mumbles, leaving.

As she drives to work, her mind strays to how she feels like she's being pushed away from Bash. As if he's the only one in control of Emilie's life. First with her religion and now with the baby's future education...

She turns the radio on, banishing all thoughts of her house life away as she goes into work mode.