My Baby’s Daddy

Anastasia took the microphone from Elliot. “Elliot and I met five years ago, and while it was only a fleeting moment back then, we are happy that our paths have crossed again. I hope that everyone will celebrate the reunion of our family of three and wish us well.”

Elliot had a look of gratitude and commitment. Anastasia’s words had masked the mistake he made five years ago and said that they had been briefly acquainted.

She protected his dignity.

Elliot swore to love her for all eternity.

“Are you really my daddy?” Jared had not wrapped his head around this yet.

Elliot kissed Jared on the forehead and said with absolute certainty, “Yes, I am. Say ‘Daddy.”

“Daddy!” Jared exclaimed happily before hugging him by the neck.

The word “Daddy” rang out loud and clear.

Elliot’s eyes teared up again as he stared at his son with indescribable joy. He wrapped his hand behind Jared’s head and pulled him close to rest their foreheads together. He then twirled him around on stage before finally planting another kiss on Jared’s head.

up with happy tears and was now a crying mess. Nigel and Brenda both stood beside her in fear that her overexcitement might trigger

news was the icing on the cake

what Hayley had screamed at her back then. She said there was a secret she would bring with her to the

secret was now. Hayley was probably referring to

a bout of belated fear as she wondered what would have happened if she had not found out about this

world’s greatest tragedies if the father and son

this to them, and she did find out

Seymour, would pay for

off the stage, Elliot brought. Jared to a lounge backstage. He was beating himself up for finding the wrong person a year ago. This meant that he had delayed reuniting with his son

sorry, Jared. Daddy was too stupid that he

you’ve been very good to me!” Jared shook

realized why he felt oddly close to Elliot from the first moment he

took one look at her son and the tears she had fought back all this time finally broke free. This was the best news she could ever receive. All along, she did not have the guts to tell her son who his father was as she was afraid that he might look down on himself for it. She rued the fact that Hayley had invented the story of a gigolo

data. She was trying to hide the truth so that she could take Anastasia’s place

set on becoming the young mistress of the Presgrave family. This was