“Yes, there’s one regret,” Eric instantly replied.
That’s right, life was full of regrets. In the end, there was no time to fix them all.
Suddenly, Jackson turned serious. “Don’t worry. I’ll get her back. My wayward ways have long been drowned by her every twinkle and smile, ever since I met her. I’ve never loved anyone like her. I never thought of marriage until I met her. You go back to your drawing. I’ll take you for a walk around some greenery this weekend. We’ll go somewhere cooling. Don’t forget to leave your sketches to me. I want… something to remember you by.”
Eric nodded. “Sure.”
…
Time was always moving at an inadvertent pace. One always wanted to hold onto it, but at the same time, could only watch as time slipped away.
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. Aristotle was discharged and sent home. He was just as cheerful as ever, blissfully unaware of the big scare that he had just given to Arianne and Mark.
Arianne didn’t get to sleep much over the past few days. She would always jolt out of sleep in less than two hours every time. She breastfed Aristotle herself and changed his diapers. Her power naps here and there hadn’t been very useful. There were black rings around her eyes. She threw herself on her large, soft bed from the moment she arrived back home, refusing to get up. For the first time ever, she ignored Mark’s germaphobia and did not take a shower before going to sleep.
Of course, Mark didn’t snub her. He even tucked her in with a duvet. “The past few days must have exhausted you. Have a good rest. I won’t go to work today. I’ll stay home and take care of the baby. You can relax and sleep.”
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