Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 278

Sienna’s POV

“Noah, don’t throw your shoes,” I scolded gently, holding back a smile as one small shoe landed crookedly near the bookshelf.

“Sorry, Mommy,” he said quickly, crouching down to pick it up. “Noah was in a hurry to tell you something.”

I leaned my hip against the kitchen counter. “What’s so important that you were in such a rush?”

“At school, Noah sat with Bam during lunch,” he said while trying to put his shoes on the rack only to place them the

– wrong way around. “Then Bam said his new bag can fit a lot of stuff. He said he’s happy.”

I helped straighten the shoes. “Oh yeah? And what did you say?”

Noah scratched his head. “Noah said ‘you’re welcome,” he replied softly, then looked at me as if waiting for my judgment.

I smiled. “That’s a good answer.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Mommy, Bam doesn’t look sad anymore.”

I knelt so I was at eye level with him. “You helped in your own way. That’s more than enough.”Noah nodded, then trotted off toward the living room.

Mommy! Let’s make hot chocolate!”

“Now?” Tasked, glancing at the clock.

“Yes. Just a little,” he pleaded, holding up two fingers.

Ilaughed. “Alright. But half a cup.”

“Deal!”

In the kitchen, he stood on a small stool, carefully pouring the chocolate powder. “Mommy, what time is Daddy coming home?”

“Maybe earlier today,” I said while heating the milk. ”

Why?”

“I want to show him Noah’s drawing,” he said excitedly.”

About school.”

“Daddy will love it.”

The milk was almost boiling. I poured it into a small cup while Noah stirred slowly. “It’s hot,” he reminded me.

“Yes, be patient. Let’s wait a bit.”

We moved to the living room. Noah blew on his cup, then took a small sip. “It’s good,” he said contentedly.

I sat on the sofa. “What do you want to do after this?”

Noah thought for a moment. “Read a book. The one with lots of pictures.””Which one?” I asked

He pointed to the low shelf. “The one with the fox.”

I grabbed the book and patted the spot beside me. “Come here.”

Noah climbed up and leaned against me. “Mommy, if the fox is scared, what should he do?”

His cheeks reddened. “Because lots of people were watching but it was fun too, Mom.”

I stroked his soft hair. It felt almost like a dream, watching my child grow like this gentle, thoughtful, full of empathy. At home, he was still a little boy who ran around for no reason and grabbed the last snack on the table. But outside, he could be a light for another child.

“Noah is proud of Bam too,” he continued softly. “Turnsout he was brave enough to say sorry. At first he was scared. But today he said he just wanted to have nice things like Noah.”

I looked at Noah for a long moment after hearing that. ” And that’s why you bought him all those things?”

Noah nodded again. “Because if Noah has a lot, Bam can have a little. That’s how it works, right, Mom?”

My heart felt warm, as if it were being hugged from the inside. “Yes, sweetheart. You did an amazing job today.”

He smiled softly and opened the book again. We continued reading, taking turns making character voices.

Sometimes Noah exaggerated them so much I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Every time I laughed, he laughed too, and the house felt more alive, more colorful.

Between pages, he spoke again. “Mom, if there’s another friend who’s sad someday can Noah help too?”

“Of course you can,” I answered gently. “But you have to remember one thing.”

“What?” He looked at me attentively.

“Helping others is good. But you also have to take care of yourself. If you’re confused or scared, you have to tell Mommy or Daddy. Promise?”

He nodded firmly. “Promise.”

I kissed the top of his head. “Good boy.”He moved closer, hugging my arm, and we kept reading until we were almost at the last page. The atmosphere was so calm. Only the sound of turning pages and the ticking clock on the wall could be heard.