My Baby Daddy wants Me for Christmas

When your Baby Daddy turns out to be Royalty 2

Aurora,

December 1, 2025

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt, and the world around me faded to nothing, leaving only those eyes, that face, and then suddenly I noticed the silence of Noel’s crying as he went still against my chest the second he sensed him.

I couldn’t breathe.

Because the man I swore I would never see again was standing right here, inches from me, staring at me as the past year collapsed between us in a single heartbeat.

“Leon…” the name slipped out of me before I could stop it. “Leon…” I repeated it, softer this time, because maybe saying it twice makes sense of the impossible.

Before Leon could answer, the sound of chairs scraping violently across the floor echoed from inside the meeting room, startling the mules that rose behind me, followed by a sudden, unified movement.

Everyone had their head bowed, then Rina’s voice rang out, sounding sharp and panicked.

“Your Highness!”

My eyes snapped wide.

Your… what? Did I hear that wrong?

I turned toward her, then back to Leon, confusion flooding my chest so fast I felt dizzy.

Your Highness.

Leon.

Leon… was a prince? And I didn’t know.

“What?” I choked out the word, barely forming.

My mind reeled with many thoughts, and the room seemed to tilt for a moment. He wasn’t just some mysterious stranger from a Christmas club. He wasn’t just the man whose smile still appeared in my dreams. He wasn’t just the man whose child I had carried for nine long, sleepless months.

He was royalty. The prince of Averne and I had no trouble finding out about his identity because I didn’t know his last name, and I tried to erase him from my mind.

My jaw fell open as disbelief crashed over me. The memory of that night flashed in my mind in a sudden, vivid rush as I remembered him talking about Averne city.

“Actually, I am not from around here. I came on a business trip from a city close to Paris.”

I had remembered teasing him for not having a French Accent.

He didn’t lie. He didn’t tell the whole truth, which I would have learned about if only I had stayed behind without running out.

I let out a small gasp as everything connected with frightening clarity.

And before I could even breathe a single coherent thought, Leon whispered my name.

“Aurora…” His voice was soft, almost broken, like he couldn’t believe I was standing there. “You’re finally…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to.

My heart panicked, and I instinctively took a step back, needing space, needing air, needing something that wasn’t his eyes pulling me in like a tide I couldn’t fight. But the moment I moved, I felt a slight tug at my side.

I looked down, and my entire body stilled.

Noel, my sweet, crying, inconsolable baby, was no longer wailing. His tiny fingers were curled tightly into Leon’s shirt, gripping the fabric like he had found exactly what he was looking for.

His blue eyes stared up at him, wide and fascinated, mirroring the same shade as Leon’s.

I froze, and I noticed that Leon was also frozen in his spot.

Noel wasn’t crying anymore because he was reaching for his father.