Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 201

Sienna’s POV

A nervous chuckle washed over me. “No, Noah. Mommy told him a little.”

“About our Lego house?”

“Yes, that too. Has it been reported by Mommy that Daddy produces loud snoring sounds at night? I’m curious to know.”

Liam’s gaze lit up with excitement. “What did you tell him?

“I chuckled and covered my face with my other hand. I didn’t say anything to him. That’s purely Noah’s imagination.”

Noah giggled, elated.

His father, Liam brushed his son’s hair. “Have you heard that? Later on, Daddy will bring you back.”

With curiosity still piqued in his eyes, Noah glanced at each of us again during the playful atmosphere. He Lowered his eyebrows, truly desiring clarification.

He had a soft and clear voice, but not too harsh.

“Are Mom and Dad going to sleep together every night?”

The thought of choking on my own breath was almostunbearable.

Noah swung between us, arms in hand, before I could

answer.

He exclaimed, “I’m so happy!” with a squealing expression.

“Our house gets cozy when Mommy and Dad are inside.

The words made everything stop.

With a wide open mind, I gazed at his diminutive face, his cheek snuggled to the pillow and with utter happiness.

His air was soft and his heart felt strong.

Despite their simple thinking, children were unashamedly

truthful.

With a gentle stroke, Liam reached over to brush Noah’s hair.

“You’re correct, sweetheart,” he whispered. “The house really warms up when we’ve all been together.”

The two individuals who were now the center of my life made me smile. An intense feeling of gratitude erupted from my chest, and I struggled to express it in words.

These were the kind of simple yet meaningful moments that I had not experienced for a long time.

It was likely that Noah had been partially asleep when his eyes started to droop once more. He gripped my fingers and encircled Liam’s arm. In the silence, Liam and I looked at Noah’s face up to his head. It was no longer awkward for us to gaze, it was warm and comfortable.Noah moved around in his tummy, hoping to find the perfect spot. He then whispered, “Don’t go Mom!” while holding his breath and being considerate of those who misbehaved.

I held my breath.

The uncomplicated inquiry immediately hit me on the head.

I looked at Liam. He looked back. It dawned on me that he had the same combination of affection, anguish, and something else that we had not attempted to identify.

Liam gently strode into Noah’s bed, as if to calm him down in his sleep.

“We’re all here, sweetheart,” he whispered with clarity and earnestness.

“Daddy’s not going anywhere.”

His tone was gentle, serious, and low-pitched.

“I don’t want this to be a fleeting moment.”

My heart thudded hard.

He whispered, “We are still in the middle of it, I know we have many wounds to heal. Provided that Noah can feel secure, if this could occur again in the morning.”

He looked at me deeply.

“My intention is to fight for it.”

The word fight was a warm hand reaching for me in the darkness. 1 met his gaze. I didn’t speak, but my eyes indicated that I heard him. I felt it. I wanted to believe him.

While breathing, Noah-emitted a faint sound that was almost indistinguishable from snoring. Liam and I were almost jolted, trying to keep our laughter in check. We tried to stay calm. The act of Liam reaching for my hand over the blanket was unplanned. Warm. Steady. Not demanding.Liam smiled and then whispered quietly to prevent Noak from being awake.

“It seems like he is more impressed with us than anyone else. A low, chuckling expression washed over me.”

“He’s the quickest child to find happiness.”

There was a pleasant silence among us all. Soft lines awaited as the morning sunlight petered through the window and onto the white sheets outside. Isat with my head down on the pillow, holding onto Noah’s hand, while Liam did the same across the room.

It was the realization that this house was not just a building with walls or roof, but also infused with laughter and love, warmth.

A moment passed before I woke up with my eyes fixed on the new day,

It could be a matter of seconds before I feel like leaving this place.