Lahat ng Kabanata ng My secret baby with the moviestar: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

2 weeks later*Willa*“Of course, it’s absolutely fine for a friend to come over,” I reply to Will one Saturday afternoon, feeling a rush of warmth at his excitement. “I’m just so thrilled to see you making new friends! So, is she in your class?”Honestly, it’s been a joy to watch Will flourish since he started at the new school. He’s growing in confidence, and we’ve found a new therapist for him who seems to be a much better fit. Overall, he just seems so much happier these days.“Uh, mom, don’t get weird about this, okay?” he says, his voice a bit hesitant. “But it’s a girl. Her name is Dawn, and she’s in the grade above me.” He glances at me, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness, as if he’s bracing for my reaction.“Oh, a girl…” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. Will has been somewhat reluctant to talk about girls since the whole Aslyn situation. I mean, he’s still young, but I can’t help but worry that it might affect him more than I realize.He lets out a dramat

*Levi*When Willa is sound asleep, I gently kiss the top of her head and slide out of bed. I pull on my clothes and head into the living room. I have a lot of things to do.Trying not to make too much noise, I carefully tiptoe around, mindful of the three little ones. I love them more than anything, but their early wake-up would disrupt my plans. I start getting everything ready, hoping that Willa won't mind being woken up a bit late. Thankfully, neither of us has to work tomorrow, so I can take care of the kids if she needs some extra rest.Fortunately, I had already prepared some things, and about an hour later, everything is set. I slip into the bathroom for a quick shower. Should I wear a suit? No, that would make her feel out of place in her casual clothes. Instead, I put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. After all, it’s not about the clothes.I sit down beside Willa, watching her for a moment. I can’t help but smile; I still get butterflies in my stomach every time I look

Two Weeks Later*Dawn*“Hi, Willies … hey, you had your hair cut!” I exclaim, my eyes widening as I take in the fresh, clean look. His dad had let me into their house, and I couldn’t wait to see him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He’s perched on the edge of his bed, a smile breaking across his face as he runs a hand through his newly trimmed hair. “Yeah, I kinda needed it.”I rush over, my fingers itching to touch the soft strands. “It looks good, but I do miss the curls. I like your curls.” I remember how they used to bounce and curl around his face, framing his boyish features perfectly.“They will be back soon,” he says with a casual shrug, though there's a hint of pride in his voice. “They kinda always do; my hair grows fast.”“Well, both of your parents have curls, so it makes sense you have them too.” I settle into a comfortable position, resting my hands in my lap. “But as I said, I like your curls.”He turns to me, his gaze intense and searching. There’s something new in his eyes,

*Levi*I stand there, rooted to the spot, as Willa glides toward me, radiant and ethereal, with Will by her side. In this moment, she looks like an angel, and I can feel the weight of emotion swelling in my chest—tears of happiness and pride threaten to spill over. It feels surreal to finally know that I will call her my wife.“Here… before you ruin your makeup,” Joel chuckles, handing me a paper towel like a seasoned pro. He’s seen me tear up before and knows how easily I wear my heart on my sleeve.“Thanks.” I roll my eyes at him, a smile creeping onto my face despite the welling emotions. I take the paper, grateful for its practicality, and dab at my eyes. Not that I’m ashamed of my tears, but there’s no reason to stain my shirt before the vows even begin.As Willa approaches, Will gently places her hand in mine, his smile radiant and full of pride. It warms my heart and fills me with a sense of belonging. “Be good to her, Dad… never break her heart, or I will break that pretty fac

Some Months Later*Dawn*Standing outside the local toy store, I soak in the warmth of the spring sunshine, anticipation bubbling within me as I wait for Will. We have a lunch date planned after his meeting with a doctor, and I've just finished my own visit to the clinic to discuss my next steps.A woman exits the store, her small child nestled snugly in a stroller. She pauses, engrossed in a phone call, her expression flitting between irritation and distraction. The little boy, oblivious to the adult world around him, is happily playing with a stuffed kitty, and I can’t help but smile. He reminds me so much of Will’s baby brother, Charlie, who is just the cutest little bundle of joy.As the mother continues her rapid-fire conversation, the boy drops his kitty, reaching out desperately for it. Without a second thought, I squat down and retrieve the stuffed toy, handing it back to him with a warm smile.“Here you go, little man,” I say, watching his face light up as he takes the kitty