Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 22

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e so realistic that it was hard to believe it was drawn by a two–year–old.

Teresa listened as the teacher praised Michael’s drawing skills. “He’s a natural. Maybe you could sign him up for art classes, the teacher suggested with a warm smile.

“Thanks, I look into that, Teresa responded, i making a mental note. She had every intention of getting Michael into a class once her budget allowed.

She took Michael’s hand and they walked out of the school together. As they strolled, Michael, looking a bit put out said, “You’re late, Mommy. I’m starving

“Sorry, kiddo,” Teresa said, holding up a takeout box. “I brought us some barbecue ribs and fried shrimp. We’re having a treat tonight instead of the usual gruel,”

Michael’s eyes widened with delight. “Yay!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in place

In the parking lot. Teresa hit the unlock button on her keys, the sound echoing as she helped Michael into his car seat.

Michael’s excitement filled the car as he looked around from the back seat. “Mommy, this car rocks! It’s so much nicer than the old one he said, his voice full of awe

Teresa’s smile flickered, but she sidestepped mentioning that his dad had given it to them.

In his childlike simplicity, Michael inquired, “What happened to our old buddy, Mommy?”

Teresa kept her answer straightforward. “It’s taking a break, sweetheart. We’re going to use the little red car now,”

Once they had secured their seatbelts and started the drive home, they reveled in the quiet companionship that the trip provided.

Once they arrived. Teresa presented a table of tasty dishes she’d picked up, along with her homemade gruel.

At the dinner table, Michael shared his idea. “You should find a rich dad for us, Mommy. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about money. and you could take it easy”

Teresa let out a laugh and affectionately pinched her son’s cheek. “You’re so considerate, sweetheart. Don’t fret, we’ll manage just great

Michael’s eyes sparkled with an idea. “And you’re spending more time with me!”

“I’ll make sure of it, Teresa promised, her voice steady.

After their peal. Teresa guided Michael’s small hands in making wreaths.

“Who are these wreaths for. Mommy?” Michael asked, his fingers deftly weaving the greens.

“They’re for your great–grandparents. We’ll visit them soon, Teresa replied softly.

Michael’s brow furrowed. “But why don’t they come to our house?”

Teresa’s hands paused mid–air “They’re very old, buddy. They can’t walk very far,” she said, her voice tinged with emotion.

Michael’s face fell “We should call them then. I want to talk to them!”

“Let’s do that,” Teresa agreed, her smile bittersweet as she pinched his cheek affectionately.

Exhausted from lus wreath–making efforts, Michael conked out at the table, likely dreaming of his great–grandparents

Teresa tenderly carried her slumbering son to bed, tucking him in

Teresa was packing up for the day when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. She pulled it out, surprised to see “Jonathan pop up.

They hadn’t spoken mages. With a mix of curiosity and warmness, she answered, “Hello?”

“Hey, Teresa, it’s Jonathan, came the response, the sound of an airport hubbub in the background. “Tve been on a work trip and I’m now back m Nazrigh.”

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Jonathan go straight to the point. “The anniversary of your grandparents paving is in two days. I’ve got my assistant to prepare tributes