Babysitting the Billionaire's son
“And I… I’m finally home.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon just being together, allowing time to stretch lazily around us. We talked about old memories, laughed at the silly things we used to do, and cried softly at the things that had hurt us along the way. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the room, painting us in warmth and making every moment feel sacred.
Every laugh, every hug, every tear reminded me how lucky I was to have family, to have love, to have a second chance at happiness.
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