NovelOnlineChapter 279 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 279: A Step at a TAngela POV The next two days in the hospital pass quietly. Sean's still here, hovering like he's afraid I'll vanish if he blinks.
He bringswater before lask, fluff's my pillow when it sags, makes sure the kids have snacks. I don't push him away.
I'm polite-thank him when he handssomething, nod when he asks if I'm okay.
I don't stop him from playing with Aria and Ethan either. They love him. Aria climbs all over him, giggling when he pretends to drop her. Ethan's quieter, but he sticks close, showing Sean a drawing he made, his little face lighting up when Sean ruffles his hair.
Is it just blood that ties them? Or is he actually a good dad? I don't know. I watch them, and it's hard to figure out what I feel.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFive years ago, he wasn't there for any of this-their first steps, their first words. I did it alone. But now, seeing him with them, it's like he never left.
Last night, before bed, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft, quick, on the lips. I didn't pull back, but I didn't kiss him either.
I just sat there, frozen, my heart thudding. He didn't push it-just said goodnight and turned off the light. Everyone's thrilled I've got my memory back. Dad especially. He sat withall morning yesterday, tellingstories-how I used to beg him to pushhigher on the swings, how I cried when my goldfish died.
"It's like I've got my Angie back," he said, smiling so wide I could see the lines in his face deepen. I smiled too, because I remembered those things now.
Being a single mom comes back toin waves. It was tough-nights pacing with screaming twins in each arm, days juggling work and diapers. But the first tAria said "Mama," her tiny voice so clear, I cried. Ethan's ca week later, softer, like he'd been practicing in his head. Those moments keptgoing. Sean wasn't there for them, though, and that still stings.
Tomorrow's Christmas. I keep thinking about the gift Ethan hung on the tree-the one at the very top. He said it's from him and Aria, something they made for me.
"You have to wait till Christmas morning, Mommy," he told me, serious as ever. I want to be hfor that. Both families are here-Dad, Victoria, everyone-and I don't want them stuck in this sterile hospital room, eating cafeteria food on Christmas Day.
"I want to go home," I say at breakfast. Sean's pouring juice for the kids, and Jhon's flipping through a magazine by my bed. They both look up, frowning.
"No way," Sean says, setting the juice down. "You're not stable yet. The doctor said- "I feel fine," I cut in. "I'm tired of this place. I Vant be hwith the kids for Christmas." Jhon shakes his head. "Angie, you just got your head bashed in. You need to stay here." P to a machine. I'll get checked out today. If the doctor says it's okay, I'm I cross my arms. "I'm not spending Christmas hooked going." Sean sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You'r stubborn as hell" But he doesn't fightmore.
Later, the doctor comes, does scan, and checks my stitches. "You're healing well," he says. "You can go htomorrow, but you're 1/2 Chapter 279: A Step at a Tcoming back after Christmas for a follow up." I nod, relieved. Sean just grumbles something aboutbeing impossible.
We get hthat afternoon.
The house smells like pine from the tree in the living room. Lights winkle along the branches, and the kids run straight to it, pointing at their ornaments.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDad helpsinside, his arm steady under mine. As we head to my room, he slows down, his voice low.
"You know, no dad ever likes the guy his daughter picks," he says. "But I see how Sean looks at you. He's real about it. I'm a man-Xknow what it looks like when someone's in deep. You two had a rough go before, sure. But these last few days? You were happy with him, Angie. Happier than when I took you riding that first time, and you couldn't stop laughing." I don't say anything, just let his words sit. He's right-I was happy, before the memories cback. But now? It's all tangled up.
That night, after dinner, Sean's getting ready to head to a guest room. He's got his bag in hand, pausing by the door.
"If you're not okay withstaying in here, I'll crash somewhere else," he says, watching me. "No pressure."
I'm sitting on the bed, the lamp casting soft light over the ream. My over head's still a little sore, but it's not that keepingquiet.
" "Stay," I say, my voice steady. He stops, surprised, and I keep going." fell for you once twice, even. Don't you think you can makefall a third time?" He drops the bag, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "You're givinga shot?" "I'm not promising anything," I say, pulli the blanket back. "But I'm not kicking you out either." He climbs in beside me, careful not to jostle the bed too much. We don't touch- not like in the hot spring, not like before. He just lies there, close enough I can feel his warmth, and whispers, "Merry Christmas, Angie." "Merry Christmas," I murmur back. The kids' gift is waiting downstairs, and tomorrow we'll all be together.
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