The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Chapter 161:

Aria pov

Noah beamed and squirmed down to go retrieve something he’d apparently left inside, leaving us in the doorway.

Mrs. Dora appeared a moment later, unruffled as always — the woman who had been Noah’s safe harbour when Damien and I had been so busy running our business, dealing with Marcus threats. She was one of the people we could trust with Noah. She knew every one of Noah’s moods and preferences and hiding spots. She looked between us the way she always did, taking quiet inventory, checking that everything was as it should be.

Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her completely.

"He ate a full breakfast," she said with the warm authority of someone who considered this a personal achievement. "Two eggs, toast, and most of a banana. My sister’s boy Theo has him convinced that breakfast is only fun if someone else is eating the same thing at the exact same time."

"That might be the most Noah thing I’ve ever heard," I said.

"They were wonderful together." Her expression softened with something genuine. "Honestly, watching those two — same energy, same nonsense, same absolute refusal to sleep when told." She smiled, her eyes moving between us with the easy familiarity of a woman who had watched this family slowly, painstakingly become whole. "Your boy would do well with a sibling, Mr. Blackwood. Just a thought from someone who knows him very well."

I pressed my lips together.

Damien, to his credit, kept his expression perfectly composed. "Noted, Mrs. Dora."

She gave him the particular look she reserved for moments when she felt she had said exactly the right thing — warm, unhurried, entirely unapologetic — and disappeared back inside to help Noah find whatever he’d left behind.

I turned to look at my fiancé. He was staring very intently at a fixed point somewhere above the door frame.

"Just a thought," I said pleasantly. "From someone who knows him very well."

"She raises a valid point."

"Damien."

"Noah would be an excellent big brother." He still wasn’t looking at me, but the corner of his mouth was doing something suspicious. "Very nurturing. Good fort-building instincts. Strong leadership qualities"

"We are not taking parenting advice from a morning pickup."

"I’m not saying now." He finally looked at me, and the expression on his face was so transparently, helplessly hopeful that I almost laughed out loud. "I’m saying — eventually. In theory. As a concept worth exploring."

"As a concept."

"At some point in the future." He paused. "When you’re ready. Entirely your decision. I’m simply... open to it."

"You’re open to it," I repeated.

"Very open."

I looked at him — this man who had once been made entirely of walls and distance, now standing on a doorstep at nine in the morning trying very hard to look casual about wanting to have another baby with me — and something in my chest turned over completely. "Let’s get through the wedding first," I said.

His face did something warm and immediate that he couldn’t quite contain. "So that’s not a no."

"That is absolutely not a no."

He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear with a gentleness that still, after everything, caught me off guard. "Good," he said softly. "That’s good."

Noah burst back through the door at that precise moment, holding up a small toy dinosaur triumphantly. "Found him! He was under Theo’s pillow. Theo says I can borrow him till next time."

"That’s very generous of Theo," I said, composing myself.

Mrs. Dora appeared behind him in the doorway, arms folded, watching Noah take both our hands — one each — with the satisfied expression of a woman who had been quietly rooting for this exact moment for a very long time. When she caught my eye she simply smiled, small and certain, and lifted her hand in farewell.

Go on, that smile said. You’ve got everything you need.

"He’s my best friend," Noah was saying, already swinging between us. "Can we get pancakes on the way home?"

Damien and I exchanged a look over his head.

"Pancakes," Damien confirmed. "Definitely pancakes."

And Noah swung between us all the way to the car, completely unaware that he had just, in his small and unknowing way, shown us exactly what we were building toward.

More of this.

More of him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

More of us.

Later That Afternoon – Penthouse

After lunch — takeout, because none of us could cook to save our lives — Noah was buzzing with the particular energy of a child who had slept in a fort, fought dragons, and eaten hot chocolate with the good marshmallows, and was not even slightly ready to wind down about it.

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