Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 196

Sienna’s POV

We began assembling the blocks one by one. Noah burst into loud laughter every time Liam put a wall piece the wrong way.

“Daddy, that’s upside down! The house will fatt over!”

Liam pretended to grumble. “Your dad has been an architect for three whole minutes, don’t distract me.”

I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. “Alright, Mr.

Three-Minute Architect. Maybe we need a project supervisor?”

Noah immediately pointed at himself. “I’m the supervisor!”

“Perfect,” Liam said, giving me a playful smile. “That means we’re the workers, Sienna.”

I nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir.”

The three of us fell into laughter and light conversation.

Time passed without us noticing. The Lego house walls slowly rose, the little windows were in place, and the red roof finally sat perfectly on top. Noah clapped enthusiastically.

Liam wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead. “Phew building this house is exhausting. Good thing the supervisor is very strict.”Noah puffed out his small chest. “Must be strict!

Otherwise Daddy will mess up again!”

I chuckled, picking up a small block from the box. “Now, we only need the front yard. Noah, should we add a fence or a garden?”

“A garden!” Noah replied quickly. “There must be flowers!”

“Alright, Mr. Supervisor.” I handed him several green and yellow bricks.

We worked again, more carefully this time. Noah chose colorful little blocks and arranged them like rows of flowers in front of the house. Liam, sitting close beside me, helped tidy up the edges while occasionally making silly sound effects to entertain Noah.

In the middle of our little project, I caught myself watching Liam from the corner of my eye. The way he leaned forward, focused, smiling every time Noah managed to finish a row of flowers something warm spread in my chest. It felt like I was seeing an older version of him softer, lighter, alive in a way he hadn’t been for a long time.

“Noah,” Liam called, holding up two green blocks, “what are these for?”

Noah squinted, thinking. “That’s grass, Daddy. A house needs grass!”

Liam nodded seriously. “Good point. A fatal oversight.””‘ll write that down!” Noah pretended to jot notes in the air.

We burst into another round of laughter.

Without realizing it, I sat a little closer. “Okay, next task, let’s make a little pathway to the front door. Agreed?”

“Agreed!” Noah and Liam shouted at the same time.

We arranged grayish bricks into a small walkway. I held one piece, moving my hand closer to the section Liam was building. Our fingers brushed.

Just for a second.

But long enough to freeze me in place.

Liam turned toward me. Our eyes met warm, quiet, and for a few seconds the world felt utterly still even though Noah was humming beside us.

I pulled my hand back quickly, pretending to reorganize the blocks. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he replied softly. His voice almost drowned beneath Noah’s laughter.

And strangely, the smile on Liam’s face wasn’t forced nothing like the polite smiles he used to give.

We kept working. Noah added two tiny trees beside the house, then created a strange shape at the back.”What’s that, sweetheart?” I asked, observing the odd structure.

“That’s a dinosaur pen.” He said proudly. “This house has a pet dinosaur.”

I picked up a remaining blue brick, turning it between my fingers while admiring our tiny house. Funny how something so small could make the living room feel so full of life. Noah sat between us, staring at our creation with the kind of pride that made me want to hug him again.

“Well then,” Liam gently ruffled Noah’s hair, “these hardworking builders deserve a celebration.”

“How, Daddy?” Noah asked eagerly, eyes round.

Liam glanced at me briefly before looking back at Noah. ”

Maybe with more cake?”

Noah gasped in excitement. “I want! I want two pieces!”I laughed softly. “Two? You’ll get too full.”

“Noah is strong, Mommy!” he said, showing off his tiny muscles.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “Alright, but just one for now. The second one after your bath.”

“Deal!” Noah hooked out his pinky finger.

I linked mine with his, then stood up to get the cake. When I returned with the plate, Noah was already sitting neatly on the sofa, swinging his legs eagerly.

“More cake for our Supervisor,” I said, handing him the small plate.

Noah cheered, grabbed his tiny fork, and started eating with great delight. Liam sat beside him, and I took a seat on the small chair in front of them. Occasionally Noah held out a small bite toward Liam.

“Daddy, try this, it’s delicious!”

Liam was clearly moved by the gesture. He leaned down a little, opened his mouth, and accepted the piece of cake from his son’s tiny hand.

“Hmm, yes, it’s delicious. Your mommy is really good at this.”