All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A few days had passed since Isabella took the compatibility test. Long, heavy days, and at the same time, full of a silent hope that lingered in every corner of the house.In the last week, chemotherapy had begun to leave its marks on my daughter's body. Giulia's hair started to fall out in thin strands on her pillow and in the bath, and it was she herself who asked to have it all shaved off. She said she wanted to be "like the warriors who face real dragons."Isabella cried in the bathroom, hidden, after cutting the first strands, but she didn't let it show in front of Giulia. In front of her, she smiled, praised her courage, and covered her with kisses. The next morning, she showed up with a gift wrapped in pink paper: a box with Disney princess wigs.Giulia screamed with joy when she saw the Elsa one. Then came the Ariel one. Every day of the week, she chooses which princess she wants to be. Today, she's Belle. The brownish-blonde wig falls to her shoulders a

The silence in the hallway seemed louder than any scream. I paced back and forth, my heart lodged in my throat. The clock showed almost two hours since Isabella and Giulia had been taken for the procedure, and all I could do was hold that small rosary between my fingers — a gift from Giulia's grandmother, which she gave me before boarding her flight back to Rio, asking me never to stop praying.The wooden beads were worn around the edges, and I spun them with the tip of my thumb as if that had some power. As if faith dwelled in the trembling hands of a father who had already cried more than in his entire life.Giulia was going to receive the marrow that Isabella had donated. Everything was ready. The team was excellent. But what if…?"Mr. Miguel?" I heard a voice call, and my chest froze.I turned immediately. It was the nurse."They're already being brought to the room. The procedure went well. Both reacted as expected," she said with a calm smile, and I felt the air return to my lun

It had been exactly twenty-one days. Three weeks since I saw my little warrior being taken to the procedure room in that light blue pajama set with a gaze stronger than any adult I had ever known. Giulia held my hand with the firmness of someone who knew something important was about to happen, and I swore to myself that I would do everything right. That she would be okay.Now, we were all in our pajamas in room 408 of the hospital. Giulia between Miguel and me, her little feet crossed on the bed, watching Tangled for the thousandth time, as if it were the first. She laughed at Rapunzel, a unicorn blanket pulled up to her chin, a little popcorn bucket balanced between her thin legs, and a princess tiara over her bald little head.Miguel was on my other side, sitting with his legs apart, Giulia half-leaning against him. I could see how much he tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes never left her face. With every laugh she let out, he released a sigh. As if he we

The house was silent. For the first time in weeks, it wasn't a tense silence, full of waiting and fear, but a sweet stillness, the kind that embraces you from the inside. The fireplace crackled softly in the living room, casting warm shadows on the walls. Giulia was sleeping in the room next door, breathing deeply, calmly, wrapped in the blanket Maria had knitted over the past few weeks.It was as if the world, for a moment, was allowing us to breathe.Miguel appeared from the kitchen, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He smiled slightly, with that look he only had when he let his guard down, when he stopped being the father who fights every day against the fear of losing and went back to just being… him. The man I was, little by little, falling in love with without restraint."A toast to our home?" he asked, softly, as if the sound itself might wake Giulia.I nodded, and we sat in front of the fireplace, side by si

The phone was in my hands, and for a moment, I just stared at the locked screen, as if it were a portal to a world I hadn't visited in far too long.I took a deep breath."Are you going to call?" I heard Miguel's voice behind me.We were in the living room, a quiet late afternoon. The golden light streamed through the windows, and Giulia was playing on the rug with her colored pencils and an activity book. She was wearing one of her princess wigs — Elsa's, today — and humming softly while coloring a castle."Yes. I'm just… nervous. It's been a while since we last video chatted."Miguel approached, sitting down beside me on the sofa. His hand found mine gently."You don't need to explain any