The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 263

The Story Continues 

ELIJAH’S POV: 

I watched Hannah on the bench beside me, watching our children on the grass, and I thought about the morning I had stood in the kitchen with my hand on a bottle and the reason I had put it down was partly Jacob and partly the floor being solid under my feet and partly the fact that just before I had walked to that cabinet I had thought about her sleeping upstairs in my shirt with the sound of the twins in the house and the life we were building and I had known immediately that I was not going to throw that away for the weight of a bad morning. 

She turned to look at me and caught me looking at her. 

“What?” she said. 

“Nothing,” I said. 

She gave me the look that said she knew it was not nothing and was choosing to let me keep it for now. 

“She is going to tell her class about Mirada tomorrow,” she said, nodding toward Amelia. 

“Mrs. Obama is going to have her hands very full,” I said. 

“Amelia said she is going to ask permission,” Hannah said. “Politely. She plans to frame it as a short educational contribution.” 

I looked at our daughter across the grass, running after her brother with her hair coming out of its ties, entirely herself. “She is going to be extraordinary at whatever she chooses to do,” I said. 

“Yes,” Hannah agreed. “Both of them are.” 

We sat together on the bench and watched them until it was too cold to stay and then we called them in and we walked back to the car and drove home through the early evening traffic with the low golden light of late afternoon coming through the windows. 

In the car Amelia said, very seriously, from the back seat, “I want to visit the grave. Your mother’s grave, Mummy. I want to take flowers. Can we?” 

The car was quiet for a moment. 

“Yes,” Hannah said. Her voice was steady and full at the same time. “We can do that. We will do that soon.” 

“I want to tell her about the show,” Amelia said. “She should know about the show.” 

“She knows,” Hannah said. And then, more quietly, mostly to herself, “I think she has always known.” 

Andrew’s voice came from the other side of the back seat. “What kind of flowers?” 

“What?” Hannah said. 

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