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Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn after a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant. As a freshman in college, she's now carrying the child of billionaire Francesco Scordìa, but there's more to her baby's fath...
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Later that evening, Francesco returned home. The day's tension still lingered in his body, but all of it faded the moment he stepped through the front door. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. He loosened his tie as he made his way to the bedroom.
When he entered, the sight before him brought a rare, genuine smile to his face. Jasmine was lying in bed, cradling a peacefully sleeping Michael in her arms. Her eyes were half-closed, clearly exhausted from the day, but there was a serene calmness in her expression. She looked up when she heard him enter, her lips curving into a soft smile.
"Hey," she whispered.
Francesco walked over to them, his heart warming at the sight of his son. Michael was still so small, his tiny body curled up against Jasmine. But the moment Francesco leaned down to kiss Michael's forehead, the baby stirred. His tiny hands reached out toward his father, eyes fluttering open as he recognized Francesco.
"Dada," Michael mumbled, his small voice breaking the silence of the room. He reached up toward Francesco, his little hands grasping at the air, wanting to be held.
Francesco chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love. "You couldn't stay asleep for a little longer, huh?" he murmured as he gently scooped Michael up from the bed. The baby nestled into his chest, instantly content now that he was in his father's arms.
Jasmine smiled, watching the two of them. "He always wakes up when you come home," she said, her voice filled with affection. "It's like he senses you're here."
Francesco kissed the top of Michael's head before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Jasmine. "Can't say I mind," he replied softly. "He's my little shadow."
They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the warmth of their family filling the room. Francesco rocked Michael gently, his gaze shifting to Jasmine, noticing the tiredness in her eyes.
"Long day?" he asked, his voice low, careful not to disturb Michael too much.
Jasmine sighed and nodded. "Yeah. But it's always better when you're here."
Francesco smiled at her words, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm here now."
They stayed like that for a while, the three of them quietly enjoying each other's presence. Eventually, Michael's eyes began to close again, and soon enough, he drifted back to sleep in Francesco's arms.
"I'll put him in his crib," Francesco whispered, standing up slowly so as not to wake the baby.
Jasmine nodded, watching as Francesco carefully laid Michael down in his crib in the corner of the room. Once he was sure the baby was settled, Francesco returned to the bed, lying down next to Jasmine.
