All Chapters of Fake marrying my new boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*Kiera* I cradle a steaming cup of coffee in my hands as I step out onto the back porch, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the backyard, where a few fireflies begin to flicker to life. I find Will sitting on an old swinging bench, the wood creaking slightly as he shifts his weight. He looks lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Hey,” I say softly, taking a seat beside him. The bench is weathered but sturdy, and I can smell the lingering scent of summer flowers mixed with the freshly cut grass. It feels peaceful here, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. “You mom asked me to give you your coffee.” “Thanks,” he replies, turning to look at me and taking the cup. “Come sit.” He scoots over a little and 8 sit down beside him. “It is lovely out here.” He nods and his expression grows thoughtful, I can almost feel the weight of his question hanging in th

*Kiera*I drift of to sleep, lulled by the soft sound of Will’s breathing beside me. It’s comfortable here, nestled under the covers in this small guest room. But suddenly, I’m jolted awake by a sharp movement and an elbow slamming i to my ribs. My heart races as I realize Will is thrashing beside me, his body tense and restless.“Will? Will, wake up!” I call, my voice thick with sleep and full of concern. I reach out, gently shaking his shoulder, but he doesn’t respond. His brow is furrowed, a pained expression twisting his features.“Will!” I say again, a bit louder this time. I can feel the panic rising in my chest as I realize he’s trapped in some kind of nightmare. I sit up, trying to keep my voice steady, “You’re okay. Just wake up. You’re safe.”He jolts, his eyes snapping open, confusion clouding his gaze as he looks around the room. “What…?” He blinks rapidly, and I can see the remnants of fear still lingering in his eyes. “Kiera?”“Hey, it’s me,” I reassure him, inching clos

*Will*I feel without a doubt that Kiera is close to a minor panic attack, it is rippling through the air, thick and palpable. Christina’s news hangs over us like a storm cloud, darkening the moment. Temporary custody? My heart races as I try to catch Kiera’s eye, but she’s lost in her thoughts, her brow furrowed with confusion and worry. The last thing I want is for her to feel trapped in this situation, but I also can’t ignore the reality we’re facing.“Will,” Kiera whispers, her voice barely above a breath. “We didn’t think it through… we really didnt.” The panic is laced with an undercurrent of fear, and I can see it in her eyes… she’s questioning the sanity of everything.I reach for her, wanting to bridge the gap, to pull her back to me, but she flinches, stepping away. “Please, don’t touch me right now,” she says, the tremor in her voice cutting through the air like a knife. It stings, but I can’t blame her. This is overwhelming, and I know she’s wrestling with doubts. I can’t

3 days later*Will*The last few days have been a whirlwind. It feels like just yesterday I was sitting in the hospital, anxiety gnawing at me as I waited for Frida to be discharged. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders… packing up my sister’s belongings, arranging for them to be stored, and preparing for the monumental task of bringing Frida back to New York with us. Kiera has been my anchor through all of it, her unwavering support a balm to my frayed nerves. Kiera also helped me with deciding which of Frida’s things to bring, and what things of her mothers to bring for her.Now, as I glance across the plush interior of the private jet, I see Frida comfortably nestled on the couch, her broken leg propped up on a pillow. Her bright eyes are glued to the screen, and Kiera sits beside her, her laughter mingling with the cheerful tunes of the cartoons. I can’t help but smile. They look so at ease, sharing this moment, and I feel a warmth spreading through me. Kier

*Will*I lean against the doorframe, watching Kiera as she sits on a chair beside Frida’s bed, her voice soft and melodic as she reads a bedtime story. The way she leans in, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, makes my heart swell. Frida is captivated, her leg propped up on the pillow, her face lit with a mix of wonder and drowsiness. It’s a sight that fills me with warmth… Kiera is no doubt adoring my niece like this. I’m filled with a sense of certainty that she would make a fantastic mother to her, and the thought sends a rush of hope through me.As the last page turns, Kiera closes the book and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on Frida’s forehead. “Goodnight, sweet pea,” she whispers, her voice tender. I can see Frida’s eyelids growing heavy, a peaceful smile settling on her face.“Goodnight, Kiera,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible as she drifts off.I walk over and tug the duvet around Frida, kissing her forehead too, “sleep well Fritte.”Kiera stands and walks out in fron