Page 157 of Fangirl

She smiles. “Always.”

As we step into the Dolby Theater, she leans in, her voice low.

“Don’t forget your speech. And if you panic, just think ‘penis.’”

I grin. “That works for you, Fangirl. But me?” I let my eyes dip to her neckline. “I’ve got my own visual cue.”

And later, when my name is called, when I stand on that stage clutching the award I never thought I’d win, not because of my performance, but because I’ve spent so longpretending, I look straight at her.

I get through the usual thanks. The polite applause. The studio names. But then it’s time to speak the truth. I swallow hard and begin the real speech.

“I used to think success was about what you achieved. The roles. The fame. The headlines. The box office numbers. And maybe, once, it was. But then I met a woman who looked at me, not as Jake Hollander, the actor, the façade, but as someone real. Someone scared and uncertain. And she loved me anyway. Amy, you taught me that real love isn’t perfect. It’s not shiny or airbrushed or PR-approved. It’s messy and vulnerable and terrifying in the best way. You showed me that the bravest thing a person can do is stay. Stay when things get hard. Stay when the world tries to tell you that you don’t belong.Youbelong. With me. Beside me. Always. So thank you for choosing me. For seeing me. And for helping me see myself. This…” I lift the statue. “This is for us. For all the late nights, the breakdowns, the ridiculous cat names, the books, the breakfasts, the belief.” My voice breaks just a little. “To anyone who’s ever felt too much, too quiet, too sick, too anything—know this: You are nottooanything. You are enough. You are worthy. And one day, someone will see you the way she sees me, and I see her.”

I nod toward her again, my whole world in one woman. “Thank you.”

I make it back to my seat, my hands still shaking, and my heart still somewhere up on that stage.

Amy looks at me, eyes shining with that familiar mix of pride and mischief.

She leans in, kisses my cheek, then whispers in my ear,calm and matter-of-fact, like she’s telling me we’re out of milk.

“By the way… I’m pregnant.”

I blink. Then turn and stare.

She smiles. Just smiles.

And in that moment, trophy or not, I know I’ve already won everything.

EPILOGUE

TMZ Exclusive

Hollywood Heartthrob Jake Hollanderand Wife, NYT Bestselling Author Amelia Sinclair, Welcome First Child

Sources confirm thatKingdom Chroniclesstar Jake Hollander and his wife, celebrated novelist Amelia Sinclair, welcomed their first child—a baby girl—this weekend in Los Angeles.

The couple, who famously met after that viral fanfiction scandal, have been married for two years and largely kept their relationship out of the spotlight.

When reached for comment, Hollander’s rep shared:

"Both mom and baby are doing great. Jake is already completely wrapped around his daughter’s little finger."

No photos have been released, but fans are already speculating about the baby’s name and if the new addition will make a cameo in Hollander’s upcoming indie film,Turmoil, currently in post-production.

IN OTHER NEWS

Sources confirm Will Winters, Hollywood’s favorite bad boy and Hollander’s best friend, was involved in a serious car accident early Sunday morning.

According to LAPD reports, Winters was driving under the influence when his vehicle collided with a barrier on Mulholland Drive. No other vehicles were involved. He was treated for minor injuries and released.

Reps have not issued a statement.