Chapter 117 Love and Happiness

Chapter 117 Love and Happiness
“Because the first moment I met you,” he continued softly, “was the happiest day of my life.”
My chest tightened.
“Every day I spent with you… it was everything to me. I felt alive. I was alive because of you.”
Tears fell again.
“All of this happened because of fate, Helena,” he said. “Fate brought us together. Even if the path was painful… we still found our way back.”
His hand moved to my cheek.
“Please… don’t let me go again. I can’t live without you.”
His voice trembled slightly.
That was what broke me.
Not the words.
Not the history.
But the sincerity.
The way he looked at me like I was still his world.
I couldn’t control myself anymore.
I grabbed his collar.
Pulled him closer.
And kissed him.
For a brief second, he froze.
Maybe he was surprised.
But then his hand slid to the back of my head, holding me gently as he kissed me back.
Our lips moved slowly.
Softly.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t wild.
It was filled with years of longing.
With pain.
With forgiveness.
With love.
Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t pull away.
I could feel him pouring everything into that kiss.
Five long years of missing each other.
Five years of silent suffering.
It felt like destiny had finally stopped testing us.
Like the universe had decided we had endured enough.
He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.
His breathing was warm against my skin.
“I love you, Helena,” he whispered.
Then he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“I… I love you too, Froylan,” I breathed.
The name slipped out naturally.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
I didn’t want to let go.
“Call me Dennis, Love,” he said softly, smiling a little as he hugged me closer.
I smiled back.
“I love you, Dennis,” I said. “Whatever name you go by… I love you. Only you.”
His eyes softened.
He looked at me deeply.
“You still have something to tell me, Love.”
My heart skipped.
I knew what he meant.
I swallowed nervously.
This was the moment.
The truth I had hidden for four years.
“Is Frost…?” he asked carefully.
His voice was calm.
But I could see the tension in his eyes.
“He’s your son,” I said quietly.
My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
I waited for anger.
For betrayal.
For questions.
But instead—
Dennis smiled.
A wide, bright smile.
“I bet,” he said confidently.
Then he pulled me into another tight hug.
Relief washed over me so suddenly that my knees almost felt weak.
“Aren’t you mad at me?” I asked, confused.
“Mad?” He pulled back slightly to look at me. “Why would I be mad?”
“Because I hid him from you. Because I raised him alone. Because I didn’t tell you.”
His expression softened even more.
“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not mad.”
His hand rested over my stomach for a moment, as if remembering.
“I’m happy. So happy that Frost is mine.”
His voice was full of pride.
“Helena, you gave me a son.”
Tears gathered in my eyes again.
“I won’t let either of you go again,” he continued. “No matter how many times you push me away, I will never let go.”
His hug tightened.
And this time, I felt safe inside it.
Complete.
Having Dennis beside me again…
My mate.
The man I never stopped loving.
It felt like a dream.
I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent.
Strong.
Familiar.
Home.
Suddenly—
The door burst open.
“Mommy!”
Frost’s voice echoed in the room.
I pulled away from Dennis immediately.
My heart leaped.
My son ran inside with small, fast steps.
I opened my arms wide.
“Come here, baby.”
He ran straight into me.
I hugged him tightly.
So tightly.
I closed my eyes and pressed a kiss to his hair.
I thought I had lost him.
When I woke up earlier, the only thing I could think about was him.
For five years, my world revolved around Frost.
Every decision.
Every sacrifice.
Every fear.
All for him.
Frost pulled back slightly and looked at Dennis.
“Mommy,” he said proudly, “W-Wolfie helped me find you… and he saved you.”
There was admiration in his voice.
Dennis smiled softly and ruffled Frost’s hair.
My heart swelled at the sight.
“Frost, baby,” I called gently.
“Yes, Mommy?”
I took a deep breath.
“I want you to meet Dennis… your father.”
I pointed at Dennis.
Frost’s eyes widened.
His mouth opened slightly.
“R-really, Mommy?” he asked excitedly.
I nodded with a small smile.
“Hhmm.”
His whole face lit up.
He jumped in place.
Clapped his small hands.
“Yehey!”
Then he ran to Dennis.
“Are you done with your c-conquest, Daddy?” he asked seriously.
I blinked.
Conquest?
Dennis understood immediately.
He chuckled softly and lifted Frost into his arms.
“Yes,” he answered smoothly. “And you’ll be living here with me now. Right, Mommy?”
“Mom too?” Frost asked quickly.
I smiled at my clever son.
“Yes,” Dennis said firmly. “Your mom too. And you won’t go anywhere without me.”
Frost beamed brightly.
“Yehey! Thank you, Daddy!”
He wrapped his small arms around Dennis’ neck.
Dennis looked surprised for a moment.
Then his expression softened.
He hugged Frost back carefully.
As if afraid to break him.
I watched them.
My heart felt full.
So full.
I never imagined this day.
I never imagined Frost would grow up knowing his father.
I never imagined Dennis would accept us so easily.
It felt like a dream.