Chapter 671
Chapter 671:
The redness in her eyes drained away, only to bloom into a heated blush across her cheeks.
After letting the silence weigh between them, Gabriela steadied her breath and slid her fingers gently around Wesley’s free hand, the one unburdened by an IV. Her grip was warm, tentative but resolute.
“Wesley… when the sun comes up, let’s go see Truett together p>
The thought of meeting his own flesh and blood made Wesley’s throat constrict. Emotion swelled until his voice rasped low. “All right p>
At dawn, once the IV drip had finished, they drove straight back to the villa.
Truett was already awake, perched at the table while Farley coaxed spoonfuls of breakfast into him.
The instant he spotted his mother, he wiggled eagerly in his chair, arms stretching out for her embrace. But the moment his gaze shifted to Wesley, he abandoned that plan, chubby hands reaching insistently toward him instead.
With a smooth, practiced motion, Wesley gathered Truett into his arms.
Truett burst into bright laughter, the sound filling the quiet morning air.
𝗙о𝗹𝗅о𝘄 𝗎𝘴 𝗈𝗇
What Gabriela confessed at the hospital had left Wesley shaken. Now, with Truett resting in his arms, the reality crashed over him—he was a father.
He had a son of his own.
The sourness and resentment that had gnawed at him during the worst days of his illness dissolved, undone by the child’s unguarded smile.
Perhaps fate had not been so merciless after all.
Truett reached out and wrapped his small fingers around Wesley’s hand, his eyes shining with joy.
Gabriela looked on, her heart a mixture of quiet joy and sadness. With a tender smile, she bent close and murmured, “Truett, call him Daddy p>
Truett’s very first word was “Daddy p>
At Gabriela’s gentle coaxing, he parted his tiny lips and called out, “Daddy,” in a sweet, obedient murmur that rang clear as a bell.
The sound pierced Wesley’s heart, and tears welled in his eyes. For the rest of the morning, he clung to his son, unwilling to loosen his embrace for even a moment.
When noon arrived and Farley set out the prepared formula, Wesley insisted on doing the feeding himself.
By now, Truett had learned to clutch the bottle on his own, no longer needing help. The instant Wesley placed it in his hands, he seized it and drank with eager determination, his small cheeks puffing as he swallowed.
Once Truett finished drinking, he stubbornly clamped his teeth around the bottle, unwilling to release it.
Farley chuckled softly and offered him a teething biscuit. With one chubby fist, Truett grabbed the biscuit while his other hand clung possessively to the bottle, refusing to let it go. Farley gently wrestled it free, though not without effort, and Truett’s lower lip jutted out, his eyes shimmering as if tears might spill.
Before the wail could come, Gabriela slipped the biscuit into his mouth, and in an instant his frown vanished, replaced by quiet concentration as he gnawed happily.
Watching Truett’s antics, Wesley felt warmth flood through him—a deep, steady fullness, as though the hollow places in his heart had finally been filled.
A gray, heavy haze had long defined his world, but Gabriela and Truett had pierced it with the faintest shimmer of light. For the first time in years, Wesley felt an urgent desire to keep living.