I never let feelings get in the way. She proved me wrong every time. Whenever I saw my boy. It just boiled my blood. She kept him away. my brows knitted together recalling when I knew about our son. She was my wife. Yes, I forced her in. I wouldn't regret it ever.
I couldn't ignore the Relief that poured through me. She was mine. She loved me too. Finally, I took the time to push my anger away. I missed seeing her with our baby and a lot more things.
She turned. Our gaze locked. Her brown eyes are beautiful. I tucked the long locks of her hair behind her ear, "You need rest," I told her.
She chewed on her lower lip, "Will you answer me honestly?" She said.
I wanted to shoot my brows up. But I nodded my head. I got her medical report. S
We were sitting in a luxurious room, one of his grand hotels. My wedding gown was ivory white, strapless, full A-line. It was a unique piece. I could hardly recognize myself. I blinked at myself and glanced at my children through the mirror. Elisa was hopping on her bare feet while Aidan and Elliot were making a ring of their arms around her. "You should put on your shoes, Elisa. We'll not get cake after the wedding," Elliot said. "I'm eating a lot of cake today," Aidan said, smiling. A glow of happiness spread through me. We were going to start our life together as I always wanted it to as a family. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly and deeply. My veil was simple, cascading down my back, I was having the best hair