Page 3 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Definitely," I say. "I'll give you the full gist when I'm back home."

We talk and laugh for a while longer, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories about our past adventures. But as Dante finishes dressing, I know that our conversation has to come to an end.

"I have to go now," I say, glancing over at him. "But I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay," she says. "Love you."

"Love you too," I reply, ending the call.

I quickly get up and go to meet Dante, feeling a sense of urgency within me. We talk for a while longer, sharing with each other how we enjoyed each other’s presence and promising to keep in touch as I slip him my phone number. But as he leaves finally, waving goodbye to me from the doorway, I know that I'll miss him terribly. He's become a part of my life now, someone who's brought me joy and passion in ways that I never thought possible.

I watch as he disappears a sense of emptiness in my chest. But as I turn to go back to my hotel room, I know that I'll always have the memories of our time together - memories that I'll cherish for the rest of my life.

Chapter two

Ally and Dante

Ally

AsIslowlyawakenfrom my sleep, I feel a sense of warmth and comfort surround me. I open my eyes, taking in the sight of my lovely bedroom - the familiar posters on the walls, the old bookshelf filled with my favorite novels, and the soft glow of the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. I had just landed in Virginia the previous night and I am glad to be back home.

But as I try to sit up, I feel a weight on my chest. I look down, seeing my twin sister Ashlee curled up against me, her head resting on my chest.

"Morning, Ally," she murmurs, her voice groggy with sleep.

"Morning, Ash," I say, smiling down at her. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," she says, yawning. "I thought we could have a lazy morning today."

I nod, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. It's been a while since I've spent time with my sister like this - just lounging in bed and enjoying each other's company. But as we lay there, talking and laughing about old memories, my stomach pangs with hunger. I glance over at the clock, realizing that it's almost brunch time.

"Hey, Ash," I say, nudging her gently. "Want to get up and make some breakfast?"

She nods, sitting up and stretching her arms. "That sounds great," she says, grinning at me.

We get up and head to the kitchen, our bare feet padding against the cool wooden floor. As we begin to gather ingredients for pancakes and eggs, I feel a sense of excitement building within me. Cooking with my sister was always one of my favorite things to do - it was like a bonding ritual that we shared together. But as we work together, I notice that something is off about Ashlee. She seems distracted, her mind somewhere else.

"Hey, Ash," I say, as we stir the pancake batter together. "Is everything okay?"

She pauses, looking up at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I...I don't know," she says. "It's just been a tough few weeks, you know?"

I nod, empathetic Ashlee has always been the emotional one of us - the one who wears her heart on her sleeve.

"What's been going on?" I ask gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She sighs, leaning against me. "It's...just stuff with work," she says. "I feel like I'm stuck in a rut, you know? Like I'm not making any progress."

I nod again, this time feeling frustrated on her behalf. Ashlee is one of the smartest and most driven people I know - it's painful to see her struggle like this.

"Hey," I say, turning to face her. "You're amazing, okay? You're going to get through this, I promise."

She smiles weakly, looking up at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks, Ally," she says. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

We finish making breakfast, setting the table with fresh fruit, coffee, and steaming pancakes. As we sit down to eat, a sense of joy and contentment wash over me. Being with my sister like this - sharing a meal, talking about our hopes and dreams - it's what life is all about. We eat in silence for a while, enjoying the delicious breakfast that Ashlee has prepared. I can't help but feel grateful for having such a wonderful sister who is always there for me. After a few moments, Ashlee breaks the silence.

"So, tell me about your residency program. What are you most excited about?" she asks, sipping her coffee.

"I'm excited about everything, really. It's a great opportunity for me to gain more experience and skills in the field of neurology," I reply.

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