I Raised My Best Friend’s Son – 12 Years Later, My Wife Told Me, ‘Your Son Is Hiding a Big Secret from You’

Leo started trembling. “Please don’t be mad.

Please don’t send me away. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

We rushed to him immediately.

His voice broke completely. “I saw everything Mom said.

About my dad leaving. About not wanting me. And I got so scared that if you knew the truth… if you knew my real father didn’t want me… you’d think there was something wrong with me too.

That maybe you wouldn’t want me either.”

He buried his face in his palms. “That’s why I never let anyone touch my Fluffy. I was so afraid you’d find it and send me away.”

I pulled him into my arms.

“Leo, baby, listen to me. Nothing your biological father did or didn’t do defines who you are. Nothing.”

Amelia knelt beside us, her hand on Leo’s back.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. You’re wanted and loved. Not because of where you came from, but because of who you are.”

“So you’re not sending me away?” Leo whispered.

Leo leaned into me fully, his whole body shaking with relief, finally letting himself believe he was safe… truly safe.

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