Page 135 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

“Vincent,” I begin, my voice gentle. “Did you have fun with everyone this morning?”

He grins. “It was fun!”

“Well, it’s good that you like them because from now on, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with them.”

“Yay!” Then as if realizing something, Vincent blinks at me, tilting his head in confusion. “Why?”

Valentino kneels down beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Because they’re your family, Vincent.”

“My family?” Vincent repeats, his small brows furrowing.

I take a deep breath. “Sweetheart, do you remember how we talked about families? How they can look different for everyone?”

Vincent nods slowly, his little mind working through the words.

I glance at Valentino, who gives me a reassuring nod.

“And do you remember that drawing you did of our family?

His smile widens and he nods harder.

“Well.” My throat tightens. “You had it right on that drawing. Valentino is your dad.”

For a moment, silence stretches between us.

My heart races as I watch Vincent process the words, his gaze flickering between us.

Then, to my surprise, his face lights up with pure, unfiltered joy.

“Dad?”

Valentino’s eyes glisten as he cups Vincent’s small face in his hands. “Yes, Vincent,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad. And I am so, so proud of you.”

Before I can blink, Vincent launches himself into Valentino’s arms, wrapping his little arms around his neck in the tightest hug I’ve ever seen.

“Daddy!” He laughs as if he’s just discovered the greatest secret in the world.

A sob catches in my throat, my vision blurring as I watch them.

I can’t stop the tears that spill down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the beauty of this moment.

Vincent pulls back just enough to look at me. “Mommy, can I tell my cousins? I have a dad.”

I laugh, brushing away my tears. “Of course, sweetheart. Go ahead.”

Vincent takes off running toward the kitchen, his excitement echoing through the house.

I turn to Valentino, still breathless from everything.

But before I can say anything, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small and delicate.

I freeze.

My engagement ring.

“Valentino…” My voice catches.

He drops to one knee, holding the ring up to me with that cocky, confident grin, but there’s nothing playful in his eyes. Only sincerity.

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