As I sat in my room, sipping coffee and working on my laptop, I gazed out the window, watching the Saturday morning tranquility. The sound of a car pulling up caught my attention, and I glanced down to see a Rolls-Royce parked in front of the mansion. Assuming it was a guest for my parents, I dismissed the thought and refocused on my work. "Where's that perpetually tardy Nick?" I muttered to myself, expecting him to burst in at any moment. And, true to form, he opened the door, but his usual nonchalant demeanor was replaced by a panicked look. "What's wrong, Nick? Did Alya go shopping without telling you again?" I asked, chuckling. But Nick's response was far more intriguing. "Aiden, it's Llewellyn...your wife. She's here to meet your parents. In the living room—" Before Nick could finish, I sprang into action, my eyes wide with shock and surprise. "What? She's here? I don't believe it! What's her mood like? Is she alone?" I didn't wait for Nick's response, instead rushing downstairs to the living room. As I entered, I saw Llewellyn sitting on the couch, her beauty and elegance still captivating. She smiled politely, chatting with my parents. I took a step forward, my voice barely above a whisper. "Llewellyn..." Her eyes met mine, and I felt an overwhelming urge to hold her close. Two years had passed, but the connection remained strong. Before I could reach her, a tiny voice interrupted, "He is my daddy! Right?" A beautiful, two-year-old girl with angelic features and a stuttering tone pointed at me, sitting in my parents' arms. Confusion gave way to realization – this was my daughter. I turned to Llewellyn, seeking confirmation, my heart swelling with emotions.
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6Addysen is my name
07/08/2025
Addysen is my name
07/08/2025
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