The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 7

My Children, My War (2) 

HANNAH’S POV: 

“I can’t sleep.” She answered cutely and I puckered out my lip. 

I walked over and crouched to her level, brushing her hair gently out of her face. “Why not?” 

“I think it’s too quiet. The old house had the crickets. And Uncle Lucas used to snore,” she said seriously but I couldn’t remember hearing any crickets. 

I was too amused so I simply asked. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” 

She nodded quickly. “Just for tonight.” She made it clear as her classmates at school bragged at being able to sleep alone, so she loved being able to sleep alone. 

“Alright.” I answered. 

She crawled onto my bed without hesitation, claiming a corner as if it were hers by birthright. I kissed her forehead and pulled the covers over her and she snuggled into me. 

A few minutes later, there was a knock. Andrew. 

“I can’t find my comic book,” he said, arms crossed, a deep frown on his face. 

“I think it’s still in your suitcase,” I answered standing up and walking over to him. 

He nodded but didn’t leave. Instead, he looked up at me and asked in a quieter voice, “Are we really going to stay here forever?” 

I knelt down. “Do you want to stay here?” 

He shrugged and stared at me with a squinted eyes. “I don’t know. I just… I feel like we’re hiding. Like there’s a big secret and you’re not telling us. 

I stared at him, speechless for a moment. He was only six, but sometimes he spoke like a much older boy. Too smart for his age. Too observant. 

“I’ll tell you everything,” I promised. “Just not all at once. Is that okay?” 

He hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But… I don’t want anyone to take you away from us.” 

I frowned deeply and hugged him tightly, heart aching. I pulled away and stared into his eyes and reassured him saying, “No one will. I promise. It’s just us now.” 

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment. We returned to his room while Amelia was fast asleep in my bed and I helped him find his comic book, and he returned to his room without another word. I was certain he was too tired to even say anything. He was probably just going to scan through the comic before falling asleep. 

Back in my room, Amelia had fallen asleep on top of the sheets, teddy tucked under her chin. I gently adjusted her and dimmed the lights. 

I walked to the wardrobe and opened it. All that conversation had the sleep in my eyes disappearing. 

Everything was carefully arranged-Lucas really had gone all out. There were already some of my things here, moved from storage and other homes. Neatly folded sweaters. My heels lined up like little soldiers. Dresses I hadn’t worn in years. Everything smelled faintly like lavender and safety.

I reached for a silk robe and wrapped it around myself before stepping out again. The hallway was quiet. Staff must have retreated to their quarters. 

I found Lucas in the kitchen, leaning over the island counter with a glass of wine in his hand staring straight ahead. Lucas was a tall man with a messy blonde hair and green eyes, he was often mistaken for a model with his chiseled jaw line, perfect facial features. 

I thank God everyday for the day I met him. 

“You couldn’t sleep either?” I asked announcing my presence. 

He looked up, smiling. “Didn’t even try. Thought I’d let the house sink in first.” 

I pulled out a stool across from him and took the offered glass of water he poured me. 

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