Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 228

Sienna’s POV

The initial spoonful of soup landed warm on my tongue flavorful with a hint of ginger. Noah was seated opposite me, his frame leaning ahead as if he was a bit too eager to savor the dish he had a hand in preparing. His eyes twinkled, his cheeks were plump and his washed hair remained tousled, from drying it hastily.

“Is it nice Mommy?” he inquired, looking at me unwaveringly.

I feigned thought for a moment and gave an exaggerated nod. “Hmm this is the soup of the day.”

Noah gave a shout of joy. “Hooray! Chef Noah succeeded!”

He raised his spoon triumphantly as if it were a prize. I chuckled. Eating with him was always unpredictable, there was never a dull second when Noah shared the space. Occasionally tiring. Often deeply touching.

“Be careful it’s hot,” I cautioned him as he attempted to put a spoonful of soup into his mouth without cooling it down.

“Noah can handle spicy food now!” he stated with pride.

Afterward he pulled back abruptly, his tongue protruding as he waved his hands near his face.

“Scorching scorching. Delicious!” he murmured, partweeping, part joyful.

I. Shook my head. “So a taekwondo champion isn’t afraid of the heat right?”

“Yep!” He pounded his fist on his chest. “Taekwondo can take care of anything!”

I held back a chuckle. “Everything?”

Noah paused briefly. Then he leaned in. Murmured, “But not green vegetables.”

I feigned astonishment. “Seriously? Carrots count, as vegetables well you know?”

He gazed at the carrot on his spoon. “This is a superhero carrot. Superhero carrots taste delicious.”

“Heroic carrots?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh! Heroic carrots give Noah power.” He lifted the spoon up thep consumed it with resolve, as though confronting a critical battle. “Look! Noah’s stronger now!” he declared, flexing a noticeable muscle on his arm.

I chuckled.

I caressed his head softly. “Mommy is proud of Chef Noah.”

Noah instantly clutched his soup bowl as if it were a chest. “This soup has to be eaten. So Mommy will be pleased.”His words struck me deeply. Such a young child already attempting to bring joy beyond what he ought to be concerned with at his age.

I smiled gently. “Noah eats because Noah enjoys it alright? Mommy feels glad because Noah is glad. There’s no need to prove anything.”

He stopped chewing. “Is Mommy truly happy?”

nodded softly. “Absolutely.”

Noah grinned an heartfelt smile the sort that unmistakably originated from his innocent little heart.

Then as though sensing the mood had become overly

– intense he immediately returned to being Noah.

Constantly brimming with energy.

“Mommy! Check this out!” he exclaimed.

Before I had a chance to respond he exhaled forcefully onto the soup making the broth tremble as if it was about to overflow.

“Noah!” I gave him a glance.

He paused, then smiled. “Oops.”

I got up, leaned over and softly ran my hand over his head.

“When Daddy is done with his work we’ll have a meal together again alright? Daddy loves Noah. He’ll try to get there early if possible.”

He gave a nod, yet a slight trace of sadness remained visible in his eyes.

To lift his spirits I picked up a piece of carrot he had sliced on his own. Raised it.

“Look at Chef Noah’s special carrot. The most special one.”

He grinned. “That’s the one isn’t it?”

“Precisely,” I replied, setting it in my bowl. “This belongs to Mommy. Mommy adores slanted carrots.”

Noah narrowed his eyes doubtfully. “Mommy isn’t telling the truth.”

I chuckled. “I’m telling the truth! Honestly this is a carrot.”He chuckled, happy once more. “Mommy must finish every bite! No scraps left!”

“Yes, Chef!”

We kept on eating and as usual Noah began chattering about his vibrant little world.

“Mommy guess what?” Noah raised his spoon as if it were a microphone. “Kevin did a split yesterday! Although I’m not sure it was a split.”

| lifted an eyebrow as I chewed. “Oh? What exactly is a split?”

“Noah has no idea,” he replied swiftly. “He spread his legs like this ” he showed while seated, steadying himself on the table, for support.” Then he toppled! BAM!”

I stifled my chuckle. “Poor Kevin.”