All Chapters of My secret baby with the moviestar: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*Levi*“Night night,” I mumble, swinging the croquet mallet with unexpected force. It connects with a satisfying thud against the guy’s head, and I watch as he crumples to the ground without a sound. Normally, I’m not one for violence, but in this moment, a rush of adrenaline courses through me. Damn, it felt good.I lean down to assess my handiwork. He’s still breathing, thank God… just out cold. I lean in closer, speaking in a low, venomous whisper, “If I find out you’ve hurt any of them, I will come back and kill you.” I let the weight of my words hang in the air, feeling a mix of satisfaction and resolve.On a whim, I decide to drag the unconscious man off the porch and behind some bushes, ensuring he’s out of sight from the entrance. I’d hate for someone to stumble upon him before I’m finished.Grateful for the idiot’s oversight of leaving the patio door ajar, I slip through it with barely a sound. The mallet remains gripped tightly in my hand; I’m acutely aware that any number o

*Willa*I slowly blink my eyes open, squinting against the harsh glare of fluorescent lights that flicker overhead. A wave of confusion washes over me as I try to piece together my surroundings. Where am I? What has happened? Fragments of memory begin to filter back… Dan’s voice, Levi rushing in at the last moment, the warmth of Will snuggling against me, and then… chaos. Pain. Blood.The scene rushes back like a tidal wave: Levi, his face a mask of panic and determination, carrying me to the police car amid the chaos. His voice, steady yet filled with urgency, kept repeating that everything would be okay. But fatigue had settled in, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket, and I remember drifting in and out of consciousness, caught in a haze between fear and the allure of sleep.As I survey the room, my eyes land on Levi, sitting in a chair beside my bed. He looks utterly spent, his eyes red and puffy from crying, shadows beneath them telling tales of sleepless nights and anxiety. “L

2 days later*Levi*For the past two days, I’ve found myself wearing a smile that seems permanently etched on my face, a radiant contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. Despite the challenges, the sheer wonder of our little ones fills me with an overwhelming sense of love and joy that I can hardly contain. Willa is still in the hospital, healing from the toll of her c-section, a journey that has been as tough on her as it has been miraculous. As much as I wish she were home, I find comfort in the fact that we have extra hands to help us during these early days. It’s a blessing to have support as we navigate this new chapter of our lives.I find myself pendling back and forth, caught in a tug-of-war between my desire to stay with Willa and the babies and my concern for our teenage son, Will, who is at home without his parents for the better part of the week. Each day, we visit Charlie, and with every visit, we receive more good news. He is a little fighter, his breat

4 weeks later*Willa*Tonight we have hosted a cozy couples’ night, inviting some friends over for dinner and a movie… a delightful small escape from the whirlwind of parenting our three little shrimps. This was our first social gathering since the babies were born, and let me tell you, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Sure, we’re still parents, and the kids are always on our minds, but for those few hours, we actually got to discuss something other than diaper changes and nap schedules… though, admittedly, there was still quite a bit of talk about kids.And yes, I might have been playfully teasing Levi just a smidge throughout the evening, but only he would notice. It’s hard not to when our lives are so consumed by the little ones. With three babies in the house, intimacy has become a rare and precious commodity. Every time we think about sneaking away for a moment, some kid inevitably starts wailing, reminding us of our parental duties.My hormones are still all over the place: t

*Willa*As I sit back, I can't help but watch Will playing with his baby brother, Charlie. They are sprawled out on the floor, and it fills my heart with warmth to see my two boys together, lost in their own little world. However, a pang of sadness hits me; I realize that Will's smiles seem to come only when he’s with the babies.Breastfeeding my two girls, Charlotte and Emily, I keep my gaze on Will. He’s using his legs to push himself around a bit, but they’re still too weak for him to walk or even stand. The doctors have expressed their concerns, hinting that he may not improve. The thought weighs heavily on my mind.Just then, Levi walks in and makes his way over to me, right as Emily, the first born of the twins, releases her grip and squirms slightly. “Here, let me take her,” he says, reaching for her.“Thanks,” I reply, handing her over to her father, who expertly positions her on his shoulder to burp her. “He’s getting good at lifting his head,” Levi tells Will with a warm smi