My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 828

After a few minutes, I helped Mary into the car. As I closed the door, I noticed Agnes stepping outside to see us off, drying her hands on her apron.

Seeing her there—knowing she would be one of the many people affected by my death—I walked over and pulled her into a hug.

"You stubborn old woman… I love you." I whispered.

"You’ve been like a mother to me. Take care of yourself. This is your house now. Enjoy it. Take a break. Take care of your plants for as long as you can."

She pulled away slightly, frowning. "What’s gotten into you now?"

"Just listen to me!" I said, squeezing her shoulders before kissing her forehead.

She stood there, completely shocked. And honestly, I didn’t blame her. I had never shown affection to anyone except Mary.

But when you know you’re going to die… you want to hug everyone until you break their bones.

"I love you, my grumpy old lady."

With that, I turned away and climbed into my car.

It was my favorite one—the first car I ever owned. Marcus had given it to me after my first big job. He had been proud of me that day. And for once, even I had been proud of myself—proud of my skills as a stockbroker.

As I settled into the driver’s seat, I noticed Mary staring at me with confusion written all over her face.

I simply smiled and asked, "Shall we go?"

"Yeah… But something about you is really starting to worry me." She folded her arms. "First, you wake up all scared. Then, you start talking to Celeste—some girl you don’t even know—like she’s an old friend. Then, I see you and Aurora chatting like lifelong besties. And now you’re hugging Agnes? Peter, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, love. Don’t worry. Let’s just go see the doctor—I can’t wait to see my little girl."

"How do you know it’s a girl?"

"I don’t. I just feel it."

"Mmm…" she hummed, clearly unconvinced.

As we drove, Mary reached over and took my hand.

I lifted it to my lips, kissed her fingers, and murmured, "You know I love you, right?"

"I know."

"Thank you for giving me these wonderful four months."

She chuckled softly. "I should be the one thanking you. These months have flown by, Peter. You’ve made me so happy."

I smiled as I kept my eyes on the road.

I should have been more affectionate with her. But knowing what was coming…

I could barely look at her without feeling like I was doing something terribly wrong.

She would grow. She would thrive.

I regretted that I wouldn’t be there to see it.

She would become an amazing mother, a wonderful wife, and—above all—a strong, independent woman.

She would fall in love again.