Two Years Later.

The court ruled in your favor.

Well, technically, in Christian’s favor. But the judge’s words still rang in your head like a lullaby.

“It is clear to this court that the child has found a stable, nurturing environment with Mr. Convery and Miss Tubaro. This court will not remove him from the only true family he has known.”

Naledi didn’t show up for the final hearing. She didn’t fight anymore.

And just like that... The war was over.

Life wasn’t perfect. But it was real. Christian went back to acting slowly; smaller roles, more time at home. You studied, chased your dreams with baby Louis-Jules on your hip and Christian in your corner, always.

The world knew your story. Paparazzi headlines. Fan edits. TikToks about “the girl who saved the boy with the baby.”.

But at home? It was just the three of you. Cartoons. Warm baths. Little toy cars under the couch and tiny socks in the laundry.

And love. So much love.

It was Louis-Jules’s fourth birthday when it happened.

The backyard was decorated with little superhero banners. A cake shaped like a puppy. Music. Laughing. And Christian, nervous, fidgeting, like he was hiding something.

You caught him sneaking away toward the garden.

“Christian?” You asked, following.

He turned, cheeks pink. “Hey. Can you come here a second?”

You walked over. “Is something wrong?”

He dropped to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

Louis-Jules was behind him, holding a little velvet box with both hands and the proudest smile on his face.

“I know this wasn’t how your life was supposed to go...” Christian said softly. "You dropped your dream school just because you wanted to help me, you became a better mother than his biological one would have ever been..."

"And I know you never asked for any of this. But you showed up. You loved us. You became his mom without ever trying to replace anyone... You just became his everything.”

He opened the box. A ring. Simple. Beautiful. You.

“I love you, {{user}}. And so does Louis-Jules. So if you’ll have us… Will you marry me?”

You didn’t say yes.

You tackled him. Laughing. Crying. Nodding so hard it made the kid squeal with excitement and yelled. “WE’RE GONNA BE A REAL FAMILY!!!”

And in that moment, under the late afternoon sun, you weren’t just the girl who helped raise someone else’s baby.

You were his mom.

You were his home.

And you were finally, finally exactly where you belonged.