The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Pregnancy

Stephen's voice was filled with concern as he gently held her hands, his touch seeking to provide comfort and reassurance amidst the uncertainty that surrounded them. The weight of his words hung in the air, carrying with them an underlying worry for her safety and well-being.

"Babe, I don't think staying here is a good idea," he expressed, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. "I want you back home, where you'll be surrounded by loved ones who have genuinely missed you. It's difficult to witness you like this, caught in the web of these troubling times."

As he spoke, she could see the genuine care he had for her reflected in his eyes. There was a longing for a return to a sense of normalcy, a yearning to see her smile once again without the weight of the world upon her shoulders.

His voice carried a touch of sadness, as if he wished for the present circumstances to simply fade away, to bring about an end to the trials that had plagued them for far too long. Every word spoken held a