All Chapters of My secret baby with the moviestar: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*Villa*"I could get used to this." Levi puts a hand on my cheek and strokes my hair behind my ear. "I love you."I smile warmly at him. "I love you too."His gaze is so full of love and passion that my body is immediately set on fire. Even now, I still can hardly believe he is my husband."Show me how much you love me," I whisper.We are in the kitchen, alone. We had been hungry after tucking the triplets in and decided to get a bite to eat. We have just finished up putting things away. Will is sleeping at Dawn's… We don't worry as he has told us they have decided to wait till after her operation.He gently parts my lips and kisses me as only he can. As if I am a precious gift, he lifts me up on the kitchen counter and pulls my legs close around him. But then he stops and puts his forehead against mine."No, not here, not like this. I want to take you up to bed and make love to you, okay? Just let me enjoy every millimeter of you and let me love you."I can't answer. A lump squeezes

23 days later*Will*I knock softly on her door, my heart racing in anticipation as I wait for her to call out, "Come in."With a gentle push, I swing the door open and roll inside, a grin spreading across my face. "Hi, darling! Happy seventeenth birthday!""Hi, Will!" Dawn beams at me, her smile lighting up the room. "Thank you! You know, you could have just waited in the living room; I would have been there in a few minutes."I can't help but chuckle, a playful glint in my eye. "I have a present for you... something I wanted to give you privately." I lift the silver box resting on my lap, its surface shimmering under the soft light. "It’s… personal."Her eyes widen with curiosity as she steps closer, excitement radiating from her. "Oh, that sounds intriguing!""I just hope you like it," I say, handing her the box with a slight tremor in my hands. "And that you don’t think it’s too much. I thought it might be something you'd enjoy, and…""Will, stop blabbering," she interrupts, grinn

6 days later*Will*I am so incredibly relieved that I was finally allowed to leave the hospital yesterday, even though it means I now have to come in four days a week for physical therapy. It’s bittersweet, really; while I’m so grateful to be out of that sterile environment, I know that this journey is far from over. It’s not as simple as having the operation and voilà, immediately walking again. My legs have been dormant for so long, not functioning as they should, that it will take time and patience to rebuild their strength.Because of this, only my parents, Dawn, and her family are aware of my operation. I really don’t want the pressure of constant questions about my progress or whether I can walk yet. I need my healing to be a private journey, one that unfolds at its own pace without the burden of others’ expectations.But today isn’t about me… it’s a monumental day for Dawn. Today marks the day she finally becomes fully and completely herself, the day of her operation. I feel a

1 week later*Will*“What is wrong, darling?” I have just stepped into Dawn's room, the familiar scent of lavender filling the air, but the sight that greets me is far from comforting. Tears glisten in her eyes, and her whole demeanor radiates a profound sadness that tugs at my heart.She shakes her head, her fingers nervously tracing the edges of her iPad before she sets it aside, as if it were a heavy weight she could no longer bear. “Nothing, Will, I was just…”“Please do not give me that bull crap,” I say gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can see that you’re upset, darling. What has you feeling this way?”“I was just reading something,” she mumbles, her gaze dropping to the floor, biting her lip as if trying to hold back a flood of emotions. “Why are people hating me so much? I have never hurt anyone.”I hurriedly maneuver my wheelchair closer to her, reaching out to take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. “No one is hating you, darling, I swe

*Will*True panic grips me, an iron vice tightening around my chest. Of course, I’m terrified for Dawn and the peril she’s in at this very moment. But intertwined with that fear are the haunting echoes of my past… memories of my mom and Dan, and that suffocating sensation of helplessness that wrapped itself around me then, just as it does now. The weight of not being able to save someone you love is a burden that never truly lifts, and I can feel it pressing down on me, suffocating.“Help! Help us!” I scream into the encroaching darkness, my voice cracking under the strain of desperation, praying that some passerby out for an evening stroll might catch wind of our plight. I pivot my gaze back to Terry, my heart racing. “Please, don’t do this… let her go… we can still walk away from this.”“Walk… funny,” he replies with a sneer, the twisted grin on his face sending a chill through me. “You can scream all you want, wheels… the only house close enough for anyone to hear you is mine, and