Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 52

Alexander POV.

As I watched Ethan and Emma run around the park, their laughter echoing through the crisp afternoon air, my heart felt lighter than it had in days. Ethan suddenly stopped mid-run, turning to face me with that bold, curious look that always reminded me so much of Christiana.

“Dad, can we stay with you tonight?” he asked, his tone direct, as if he was negotiating a deal.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “What about your mom?” I asked, already anticipating what her response might be.

Ethan grinned, his confidence radiating. “You should call her! Tell her we want to stay.”

I felt a surge of satisfaction ripple through me. The thought of them wanting to stay with me—it made the tension I’d been carrying all day melt away. I pulled out my phone, dialing Christiana’s number.

After a few rings, she answered, her tone neutral. “Alex.”

“Christiana, how are you?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, knowing her cold response was coming.

“I’m fine,” she replied curtly, not bothering to ask me the same. I could practically feel the wall between us.

I didn’t let her tone deter me. “Ethan and Emma want to stay with me tonight. They’re here with me now, and they’ve been asking. I think it would be good for them.”

There was silence on the other end. I imagined her sitting wherever she was, stunned at my directness. When she finally spoke, her voice had a bite to it. “Alex, they can’t just stay with you. I’ve already made arrangements for them at the hotel. They need stability right now.”

Ethan and Emma had wandered back to my side, and I could hear them whispering, talking about how much they wanted to stay. I held the phone a little closer to my ear, hoping Christiana could hear their voices in the background.

“Mom, please,” Ethan called out, sensing the conversation was about them. “We want to stay with Dad. Just for one night.”

Christiana sighed on the other end, and I knew she could hear the sincerity in their voices. There was a long pause, and I could tell she was weighing the options.

“I don’t know, Alex,” she said, her voice softer now but still skeptical. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Christiana,” I said firmly, not backing down. “They’re safe with me. They need this. Just for tonight. Let them stay.”

Another long pause. Then, finally, with reluctance, she gave in. “Fine. Just for one night. But I expect them back early tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips. “Of course,” I said, my tone respectful, though inside I was already planning the night ahead. “Thank you.”

“Don’t push your luck, Alex,” she warned, and I could almost see the sharp look in her eyes through the phone. “And don’t think this changes anything.”

“I understand,” I replied, my voice low, but my heart was racing. Christiana may have her walls up, but I knew the kids needed both of us. This was a small victory, and I wasn’t about to ruin it.

She hung up without another word, and I slid the phone back into my pocket, turning to Ethan and Emma who were looking up at me expectantly.

“Well?” Ethan asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

I grinned. “Looks like you’re staying with me tonight.”

The kids erupted into cheers, throwing their arms around me. I held them tightly, my heart full. Despite everything, this moment—being with them—was all that mattered.

As I pulled up to the long driveway leading to my house, I glanced at the rearview mirror and watched Ethan and Emma’s faces light up. Their eyes widened as they took in the massive estate, the fountains that lined the entrance, and the manicured gardens that stretched far beyond the eye could see.

“Whoa, Dad! Is this really your house?” Ethan’s voice was filled with awe.

“Yup, it’s ours for tonight,” I said with a smile, stepping out of the car and walking around to open their doors.

Emma’s small hand slipped into mine as soon as she hopped out. “It’s so big,” she whispered, her voice filled with both amazement and uncertainty.

I led them up the marble steps and opened the grand doors, ushering them into the massive foyer. The high ceilings and chandeliers greeted us, and I could see them glancing around, mouths slightly open. It was the first time they’d been here. Too much time had been lost, but I was determined to make tonight perfect.

“Come on, let me show you around,” I said, gesturing toward the wide staircase.

Ethan ran ahead, his energy contagious. “Dad, do you have a game room? Or like a movie theater? Can we watch something? What about—”

“Whoa, slow down, champ,” I laughed, trailing behind him as Emma tugged at my hand. “You’ll see everything. We’ve got the whole night.”

I took them from room to room, showing them the grand living spaces, the library, and finally, the movie room, which made Ethan nearly jump out of his skin in excitement. Emma giggled beside me, her shyness melting away as she began asking questions of her own.

“Can we stay in your room?” she asked quietly, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

I knelt down to her level, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You can stay wherever you feel most comfortable. My room, your own room, it doesn’t matter. I just want you both to feel safe here.”

Ethan burst in before Emma could answer. “Dad, I’m starving! What’s for dinner?”