Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 514

(Winona)

“Winona,” he says, walking over to kiss my temple. “Welcome home. It feels so good here, right?”

“You feel it too?” That makes me happy. Knowing Jayden feels the same vibe the kids and I do in this place.

“You chose perfectly. I’m heading out for a meeting with Gus and Viktor. Figured I’d take Henry with me. He can nap in the car. If that’s okay with you? Is Henry being with Gus okay?”

I nod. “Gus visited me, and we sorted some stuff. It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you.”

He kisses my lips and whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to snuggle with you tonight. I have missed you so, so much after dinner time.” He nuzzles my ear.

I smile as Henry tries to grab my hair.

“Hey, you two, get a room!” Lisa teases.

“Oh, we will.” He steps away and Henry reaches for me and I hold his little hand in mine. I’ve missed him so much.

“Anyway, I better bounce. Get this Global Nexus stuff done,” Jayden says.

“Henry can stay here if it’s easier.”

“No need. He’s my right-hand man these days. He’ll be fine,” Jayden says, adjusting Henry’s little hat. “You just take it easy and enjoy being home. He’ll probably be up late, seems to be his thing lately. So you can make up for lost time then.”

“I will,” I assure him. “Thanks for being amazing while I was in the hospital.”

“Anything for you. Don’t let Lisa talk you into anything crazy while I’m gone.”

Lisa grins. “No promises.”

Jayden heads off, Henry babbling in his arms.

My hand goes to my abdomen and then I quickly move it again.

Don’t spoil this perfect family vibe. It’s all I ever wanted.

This pain from the loss will heal with time. I just need to focus on what I have here and stay busy.

***

Later, after the kids have shown me their freshly painted rooms and their chore charts, I find Lisa in the living room, sprawled on the massive sectional couch with her phone in hand.

She’s staying over tonight so we can get her meeting-ready.

“How’s the meeting prep going?” I ask, settling into the rocking armchair across from her.

Lisa groans, tossing her phone onto the coffee table. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I still think two days is too soon. You’re barely out of the hospital.”

“This isn’t about me,” I remind her. “This is about you stepping up and taking charge of Lance’s foundation. I’m there as moral support, not running a marathon.”

“I know, but…” she hesitates, biting her lip. “What if I fuck it up?”

“You won’t,” I say firmly. “Lance believed in you. I believe in you. You’re going to do great.”

“Maybe you have too much faith in me. I’ve never run a car boot sale stall let alone a corporate non-profit mothership.”

“You helped take care of my kids and you aren't a mother yourself, same difference. You have the skills, you just don’t realize it yet.”

“For motherhood? No way.”