All Chapters of The Boss, His Baby, and Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At six in the morning, Noah and I were ready. I put my bag with my things under his stroller and went down to the kitchen. I made myself some coffee and drank it, then I made a sandwich for the trip—I'd decided to start taking better care of my diet. I took the road that led to the village and, as I walked, I admired how beautiful the sky looked. I took a few pictures of the place, some of Noah and me. I love photos—it's a shame I couldn't post them on social media. That scumbag Xander could find me. At seven in the morning, I entered Willowbrook Villa, and even though I'd seen it from a distance yesterday, it didn't compare to actually being inside. Right at the entrance there was a small gas station, and a little further ahead, a bakery. I walked through the big square—there were flowers and plants everywhere, and a small stage already set up. This must be where Oliver organizes the parties. There was a covered soccer field, a bank, a tire shop, the school, and the pharmacy, wh

In his room, Oliver was on edge after a conversation he'd had with Aurora in the kitchen. He lay down on the bed, replaying what she had just said: "A child is never an obstacle, but a reason to strive for something better. "A child is a blessing." Oliver tossed and turned, restless. Before he knew it, he was crying. 'Why, Liana? Why didn't you think like Aurora?' He stared at a photo of his ex-fiancee on his phone and cried like a child—he was so disappointed. He had done everything he could to make her stay. He'd even forgiven the unforgivable. He didn't care if people mocked him—he just wanted to build a family. Out of love for Liana, even if the DNA test had shown the child wasn't his, he would have raised and loved him like his own. "I was an idiot to give you my heart. You didn't care—not about me, not even about your own son." He opened a bottle of whiskey and started drinking. As he drank, he spoke out loud all the things he'd kept bottled up. "You didn't ca

Another Monday morning. I'd already gone for a walk with Noah and wanted to head to the capital to pick up a few things. My birthday was coming up soon, just a few days after Father's Day. Speaking of Father's Day, I felt a wave of sadness—it would be another year without my hero. That thought tore me apart. It was a kind of pain that never went away. But I tried to focus on the present and let go of the past, so I wouldn't suffer twice. I remembered to print out the photos from Noah's monthly celebration. I wanted to put a few in the picture frame in the room. I also remembered Denise mentioning that Liana had set up a room for Noah, but that it was completely empty. My curiosity flared up again—what room could it be? Maybe one day I could decorate it, since Noah deserved a room that felt more like it belonged to a child. If I ever found Oliver in a good mood—which was rare—I'd try to bring up the idea. A bunch of thoughts swirled in my head, but I didn't have time to dwell on t

What? I couldn't believe Oliver was so drunk he actually thought I was Liana. Unbelievable. I was such an idiot! I took advantage of the moment he let his guard down and pushed him off me. I ran out of the room and straight into mine. I slammed the door shut and rushed to the bathroom. I couldn't believe what had just happened. What an idiot! "Idiot, idiot, Aurora, you're such an idiot!" I repeated over and over in front of the mirror, slapping my cheeks, trying to snap myself out of it. "How could I be so easy?" I stepped into the shower and scrubbed myself hard, trying to wash away his scent that still clung to my skin. "Idiot, idiot!" I paced back and forth in the bathroom. My mind was a mess of secondhand embarrassment. How could I let him kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why didn't I just knee him and run? "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Worse yet, I had enjoyed the kiss. And he thought I was his ex-fiancee. God, what a jerk! I was furious. How could I let that

It was Sunday morning—Father's Day. Noah had just fallen back asleep, and when I looked at the clock, it was only four-thirty. I remembered the gift I'd bought for Oliver. I wasn't going to give it to him in person, so I decided to hang it on his doorknob. I knew he usually woke up early, but I figured he was still asleep today. So I left the bag there. When he came out of his room, he'd see it. I hoped he'd like the framed photo of him and Noah—a little gesture to mark his first Father's Day. I went back to my room and fell asleep again. I had already asked Denise to deliver the bows I'd made to Sophie, the girl who ran the stall next to mine, so she could hand them out to the clients who came looking for me. Samuel had also paid for the ones he ordered—he was giving them as gifts to the girls in the ballet school he supported. Later that morning, when I went to grab some coffee, I found Oliver in the kitchen. He was baking pastries. Since he never replied to my "good mornings," I