Chapter 113 Happy Family.

Chapter 113 Happy Family.
Maureen’s POV
~continuation~

All thanks to Linda, Liam now knew that Sam was his son, and everything slowly began to change in ways I never imagined. Sam became happier than he had ever been. Whenever he returned from school, his steps were lighter, his laughter louder. He spoke endlessly about his father, bragging about him with innocent pride, his little chest puffed out as though carrying a secret treasure he could not keep to himself. Watching him heal a part of himself I never realized was broken softened something deep inside me.

Mrs. Alexander, on the other hand, transformed into someone I barely recognized. She became supportive of our relationship, but it had not been easy.

At first, she swore I was forcing another woman’s child on her son. Even when the evidence stood clearly before her, she refused to accept it. Her words cut deeply, reopening old wounds I thought had healed. I endured it silently, determined not to let her bitterness poison the fragile peace we were building.

Then one day, Liam took Sam out for what he called a “father and son moment.” When they were done, he took Sam along to his mother’s house without telling me beforehand. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I found out.

Fear clawed at me, memories of hiding Sam’s existence rushing back all at once. I wanted to protest, to scream, to stop it, but it was already done.

When Sam saw his grandmother, he ran straight into her arms with his tiny hands wrapped tightly around her. He refused to let her go. He talked endlessly, barely pausing to breathe. He told her about his friends at school, his teachers, his classmates. He asked her to visit his school one day so she could meet everyone.

Mrs. Alexander stood frozen at first, then slowly melted. From that day on, she began calling Liam every weekend, asking him to bring Sam over.

I was not comfortable with the idea at first. Our past haunted me, and my mind never rested until Sam was back in my sight. Still, Liam had a way of calming my fears. “Trust me,” he would say gently. “I will never let anything happen to him.” Reluctantly, I agreed.

Everything else began falling into place. At work, I thrived. People noticed me more, spoke to me more. Everyone wanted to be my friend, and for once, I welcomed it. Even Alexa began acting kind toward me, her tone softer, her smiles genuine. At home, wedding preparations took over my life. Scarlet and Linda handled everything, refusing to let me lift a finger.

“Just sit and enjoy this,” Scarlet said firmly.

“You deserve it,” Linda added.

We invited only a few people. Close friends and family. Laura and Matthew received invitations. Even Alexa did. We wanted something simple, something intimate.

On the day of the wedding, everyone was seated. My heart pounded as the music began to play. I stood behind the door, my hands trembling.

“You okay?” Linda whispered.

“I think so,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“Breathe,” Scarlet said. “He’s waiting.”

The doors opened, and I stepped forward. The world faded as my eyes locked with Liam’s. He smiled at me, that same smile that once broke me and later healed me.

As I walked toward him, memories of how it used to be flooded my mind. The secrecy. The fear. The loneliness. The nights I cried silently beside Sam’s bed. The moments I thought love had failed me.

“You look beautiful,” Liam whispered as I reached him.

“So do you,” I replied, my voice shaking.

The officiant spoke, but I barely heard a word. When it was time for vows, Liam squeezed my hands.

“I once thought love meant possession,” he said. “But you taught me it means patience, honesty, and courage.”
Tears streamed down my face.

“I loved you even when I was afraid,” I said softly. “I protected our son with everything I had. Today, I choose you without fear.”

“I do,” Liam said firmly.

“I do,” I replied.

Applause filled the air. Sam ran toward us, laughing.

“That’s my daddy!” he shouted.

Liam lifted him, and I wrapped my arms around both of them.

Mrs. Alexander approached, her eyes wet. “Welcome to the family,” she said quietly.

“Thank you,” I replied, surprised by my own peace.

Later, as the sun dipped low, Liam held my hand. “We made it,” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered. “We did.”

After the wedding, we moved in with Liam, not into his old place but into a larger house that breathed space and calm.

It had wide hallways, sunlit rooms, and more maids than I ever imagined needing. Liam liked to joke about it. “You, my wife, do not need stress,” he would say, waving away my protests with a playful smile.

He almost insisted I quit my job, but I refused. Work grounded me, and he eventually respected that.

Months later, life surprised us again. I found out I was pregnant, and not long after, we welcomed twins—two bouncing baby boys with lungs strong enough to rule the house.

We named them Noah and Ethan, names that felt solid and familiar, the kind you hear called across playgrounds in New York. Overnight, we became a family of four, and somehow, everything felt complete.

That evening, I sat alone in the garden, the soft hum of night wrapping around me. I was lost in thought, replaying the strange path that led me here. Our relationship had started with a fake dating contract, then came the misunderstandings, the threats from Mrs Alexander, the scandalous video, and the fear that never truly left me.

Now I was a mother of three, married to the man I once tried so hard to let go of but never could.

“What are you thinking about?” Liam’s voice pulled me gently back to the present.

I smiled up at him. “Nothing much. Just thinking about how my life turned out with you beside me.”

He chuckled softly. “I see someone is reminiscing about the past. My dear, let’s focus on the future ahead of us.” He handed me a glass cup filled with juice, his fingers brushing mine.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He raised his cup slightly. “Cheers to a more beautiful life ahead of us.”

“Cheers,” I replied, lifting mine.

We drank, and before I knew it, his hand was on my waist, his kiss warm and familiar, full of promise rather than urgency. I laughed against his lips as he pulled back.

“Do you want to make baby number four?” he asked teasingly, his eyes dancing.

“No, no, no,” I replied, laughing harder, shaking my head.

Just then, one of the maids rushed toward us, holding one of the twins.

“Ma’am, he wouldn’t stop crying,” she said, worry etched across her face.

“Oh no, not now,” Liam muttered under his breath, closing his eyes briefly.

I watched the garden lights flicker on, leaves casting soft shadows on the walls, and felt a quiet gratitude settle in my chest.

This life was not perfect, but it was honest. It asked for patience, forgiveness, and courage every day. I had learned to speak up, to trust love without hiding, and to let others help me carry the weight.

In return, I gained laughter, family dinners, and mornings filled with purpose. Whatever challenges waited ahead, I was ready to meet them, steady, hopeful, and deeply thankful. It felt like home at last, earned through trials, held together by love, truth, and time at every step.

The end.

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