Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: Lucky

​Olivia’s POV

​Fluttering my eyes open, I stared at the bed and realized Lennox was no longer lying beside me. The sheets were cold where his body should have been. My heart hammered against my ribs—that familiar, sickening panic rising in my throat. I bolted upright, my mind screaming that he had collapsed, or worse.

​"Lennox!" I called out, my voice thin and frantic.

​I sprinted toward the bathroom, throwing the door open so hard it hit against the wall. Empty. Just the lingering scent of sandalwood and damp towels.

​I stood in the hallway, closing my eyes and drawing in a deep, shaking breath. I pushed past the scent of antiseptic that always clung to this wing and focused. There it was. His scent—stronger, cleaner, and full of that pine-and-earth musk that belonged only to him. It led me away from the medical suite and toward the family wing.

​I followed it to the boys’ room.

​I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. The nannies were standing by the wall, looking worried and hovering with their hands out as if they expected the world to collapse at any moment. But in the center of the room stood Lennox.

​He was pale, and his movements were a little slower than they used to be, but he was upright. He was dressed in a simple shirt and sweats, leaning over Liam to help him tug on his school boots while Leon and Leo were already dressed, watching their father with wide, disbelieving eyes. He was prepping them for school all by himself.

​"There," Lennox rasped, patting Liam’s knee. "Tied tight. You can’t lead a hunt with loose laces."

​The boys looked at me, then back at him. "Daddy, are you really okay?" Liam whispered.

​Lennox smiled—a real, tired, beautiful smile. "I’m getting there. And I promise you, when you get home from school today, it’s game time. We’ll sit in the garden. No doctors. Just us."

​The boys let out a cheer, hugging his waist carefully before the nannies finally led them out. As the door clicked shut, the silence of the room felt different—lighter.

​I stepped forward, my eyes searching his face. "Good morning," he said softly, watching me.

​"You should have woken me," I said, my voice thick with a mix of relief and lingering fear. "You shouldn’t be up doing all this alone. What if you’d fallen?"

​"I needed to do it, Olivia," he said, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. His hand was steady. "I needed them to see me as their father again. And you... you looked so peaceful. So exhausted. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you after the night you gave me."

​I felt a flush creep up my neck at the memory of us in the tub, of the way we had reclaimed each other. I reached out, taking his arm and guiding him back toward his suite. He didn’t fight me, but he didn’t lean as heavily as he had two days ago.

​When we got back to his room, he sat down on the edge of the large bed, and I sat right beside him, our shoulders touching. He took my hand, his thumb tracing circles over my knuckles.

​I leaned my head against Lennox’s shoulder, breathing in his scent, trying to memorize the solid feel of him. We sat in that rare, quiet peace until the door creaked open. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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