Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
Matt slept the whole way, completely unaware of how monumental the moment was.
"Welcome home, my love," I whispered when Christian parked in front of our house.
Joseph was waiting for us on the porch, leaning on his cane but beaming with pride. Isabelle stood beside him, her hands nervously clasped together, her eyes shining with emotion. Carmen had decorated the entrance with blue balloons and a simple banner that read: Welcome Home, Matt.
"Let me see my great-grandson," Joseph said, his voice trembling as we approached.
I carefully placed Matt in his unsteady arms and watched as the old man's face softened completely. It was as if every worry of the past few months melted away in that sing
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