Lahat ng Kabanata ng my Billionaire’s baby : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 96

Sierra's POVThe day of the meeting came too fast.I woke up at 5 a.m. and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Will was in his crib next to our bed, making little sleeping sounds. Katie was down the hall, probably still asleep. Louis was already gone—meeting with Martin, going over the plan one more time.The plan.Meet William at an old warehouse. Abandoned. On our terms. Surrounded by guards. Hidden cameras everywhere. Louis would go in alone, but not really alone. Twenty men hidden in the shadows.It should have felt safe. It didn't.I got up and went to Will. Picked him up, even though he was still asleep. Held him against my chest and breathed him in."Mommy's going to fix this," I whispered. "I promise."He didn't wake up. Just snuggled closer.---Louis came back at 7 a.m. He looked tired but focused."Everything's ready," he said. "Cameras. Guards. Backup plans. We have him if he shows.""If he shows.""He'll show. He wants this too badly."I nodded. Put Will down carefull

Sierra's POVWill started middle school the year he turned eleven.Middle school. Those two words struck fear into my heart more than any ghost ever had."He'll be fine," Louis said, watching me panic over lunch options and locker combinations."You don't understand. Middle school is where kids get eaten alive. Socially. Emotionally. I still have nightmares about my own middle school years.""That was decades ago.""Trauma doesn't have an expiration date."Will wandered into the kitchen, looking way too calm for someone about to enter the lion's den."Mom's spiraling again," he observed."I am not spiraling. I'm preparing.""By folding the same napkin seventeen times?"I looked down. He was right. The napkin was destroyed."Okay, maybe a little spiral."Louis put his arm around me. "He's going to be fine. He's smart, he's kind, he's got friends. And he has us.""Dad, that was almost sweet.""Almost?""Needs work."Will grabbed a Pop-Tart and headed for the door. The bus would be here

### Chapter 95 – Sierra's POVThe year I turned seventy was the year I finally understood what peace meant.Not the quiet after a storm. Not the absence of trouble. Just peace. Deep in my bones. Settled in my heart.Louis was seventy-three. His hair was completely white now. Mine too, though I still dyed mine sometimes, just to feel young. He said I didn't need to. He said I was beautiful either way. He was biased, but I loved him for it.We lived in two places now. The main house in the city, where we'd been through so much. And the lake house, where we went to breathe. The city house held memories—some scary, some wonderful. The lake house held only peace.The kids were grown. Will was thirty-one, married to Chloe, with two kids of his own. Katie was forty-three, a grandmother herself now. Can you believe it? My baby girl, a grandmother. Our family tree kept growing, branches spreading in every direction.I loved watching it. All these people, connected by blood and love and history