Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 96

SUNDAY morning arrived bright and crisp, with the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows and the faint hum of birds outside. Inside, the house was alive with the Sunday chaos: the twins darting about, trying to grab socks, shoes, and last-minute church essentials; Wendy fussing with her hair, barely containing her impatience; George quietly making sure everyone had what they needed before heading out.

Adrian had finished his breakfast and stepped outside, leaning casually against the car, arms crossed, watching the small flurry of activity. He was still savoring the calm before the inevitable storm of chatter, laughter, and occasional sibling squabbles.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Hazel walking toward him. She moved with that quiet grace she always had, just like her mother, her footsteps soft against the driveway, her eyes bright yet thoughtful. She stopped beside him, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Dad,” she began, her voice gentle, “I was just thinking… seven years ago, when it was just you, me, and mom… we used to get ready for church like this on Sundays, remember?”

Adrian turned his head, curiosity piqued, and smiled faintly.

“Yeah?”

She laughed softly, a sound that reminded him of quiet mornings long gone.

“I remember how you would always forget where you left your tie, and like magic, mom would hand it over to you. Every single time!”

Adrian chuckled, shaking his head as the memory washed over him. The smell of her mother’s perfume lingering in the hallway, the gentle chiding about punctuality, and the small gestures that now seemed like precious treasures. Subtle regret tugged at him, a soft ache he carried even on days like this.

They stood together in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the memories linger between them. Hazel’s eyes glimmered, thoughtful yet hesitant.

Then, in that rare quiet, she asked a question that caught him completely off guard.

“Dad,” she said, her voice softer now, “would you like us to go to church like that again? But this time, Gabriel and Gaddiel will be involved of course?”

Adrian inhaled slowly, weighing the words. Who wouldn’t want that? The thought of restoring those little Sunday rituals, now expanded to include the twins, filled him with warmth and a sense of fleeting hope. He opened his mouth to answer, a gentle smile already forming on his lips.

But before he could speak, the living room door burst open. The twins came charging out, shoes half-tied, backpacks swinging, their voices a cacophony of excitement and urgency.

“Dad! Hazel! We are ready! We are ready!”

The sudden eruption of energy and noise shattered the serene moment, laughter and chaos colliding. Adrian's words hung in the air, unspoken but not forgotten, as he watched his family rush to the car, the smell of Sunday breakfast and polished shoes mingling in the morning air.

He sighed heavily, a mix of amusement and wistful longing, knowing that even with the interruptions, some traditions were too precious not to revive, even in this new, slightly chaotic chapter of their lives.

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