[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 96: His Mother Finally Accepted Me

~Alistair’s POV~

It was a small, private celebration of peace. Alex’s father sat back with a satisfied smile, watching his children finally at ease. Alex pulled close to his side, his arm heavy and protective around my shoulders. For the first ti, I saw his mother look at us, and then at his sister, with genuine acceptance.

In that mont on the rooftop, surrounded by the quiet luxury of the Montclair na and the newfound warmth between them, it felt like the reunion we had all been longing for.

For the first ti, everything was at peace.

And the family... was finally whole again.

The happiness on the rooftop was overwhelming, so much so that Alex’s mother couldn’t keep her excitent to herself. She turned to Alex’s father, her eyes shining with a rare, unguarded spark of joy.

"Honey," Alex’s mother said, "I have sothing to share with you."

Alex’s father looked at her, curious. "What is it, sweetheart?"

Her eyes lit up slightly as she spoke.

"Alex and Alis have agreed to move in after their wedding," she announced, her voice filled with anticipation. "The house is going to feel alive again."

She continued, already imagining it.

"I’ve decided they’ll take the upper suite the best rooms in the house. I’ll have a private study prepared for Alex, sowhere he can rest and work comfortably... and I’ll make sure Alis has everything he needs to feel at ho truly."

She paused, her expression softening.

"And when you’re away on business, I won’t be alone anymore. They’ll be right here with ."

Alex’s father bead, nodding in approval. "That is a wonderful plan. It’ll be good to have the family under one roof."

She then turned to her daughter, her expression softening even further. "And you... You are welco here anyti. Bring my grandchild to see whenever you like. This house is open to you all."

It was the classic picture of a grandmother’s heart finally opening up. The connection was undeniable.

We all drank heavily that night, celebrating a peace that had felt impossible just months ago. I found myself drinking more than anyone; the sheer relief was intoxicating. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder anymore, wondering if my mother-in-law was plotting to replace or bring another woman into Alex’s life.

After all the struggles and constant conflict, everything finally settled into peace.

It felt like I had finally won the fight.

As the night wound down, the alcohol and the emotional weight of the day began to take their toll. We all said our goodnights, retreating to our separate quarters. Alex’s sister took her child to her old room, and Alex’s parents headed to their wing.

When Alex and I finally stepped into our bedroom and closed the door, the silence that followed felt both heavy and sweet, like the world had been shut out just for us.

Alex leaned back against the door, his eyes fixed on , his expression caught sowhere between exhaustion... and quiet admiration.

"We did it, didn’t we?" he said, pulling into his arms.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "We did. But Alex... we’re still sticking to the plan, right? About the move?"

He kissed the top of my head, his grip tightening. "Of course. Let them have their dream for now. Tonight was for them, but our future is still ours. Let’s just enjoy the quiet while it lasts."

We collapsed onto the bed, still fully dressed, but far too tired to care.

Sleep ca easily soft and untroubled as I settled into his arms, there was no weight on my chest, no lingering fear.

Just peace.

And the quiet comfort of being held by the man who had stood beside through it all... and fought with to make this mont real.

The next morning, the grand dining table was filled with the rich aroma of a freshly prepared breakfast. As we ate, a sudden silence fell over the room when Alex’s mother looked directly at .

"Alis," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I need to go to the store after breakfast and pick up a few things. I’d like you to co with ... just the two of us."

I nearly choked on my coffee, glancing at Alex. He looked just as confused as I was. "Mom, should I follow you too?" he asked, trying to bridge the sudden gap.

"I didn’t invite you, Alex," she replied without missing a beat. "I said, Alis. I’m going with him, not you."

Under the table, I felt Alex’s foot nudge mine. I looked up to find his eyes on , wide with a silent question.

Is she planning sothing?

We both knew her history. The thought of being alone with her, especially in a car, was enough to make my stomach tighten.

After we finished breakfast, Alex took my hand and led upstairs to get ready.

The mont we stepped into the room, he pulled aside.

"What is she doing now?" he asked in a low voice. "Do you think she’s up to sothing?"

"I don’t know," I murmured, checking my reflection. "But I have to go. Maybe she just wants to talk."

Alex said he was worried.

But I quickly shook my head. "Let’s not focus on that right now," I told him gently. "I need to get ready and et her first... then we’ll figure out everything else."

When I stepped outside, the car was already waiting.

We drove to a high-end gourt market, and to my surprise, it wasn’t an interrogation at least, not at first.

We moved through the aisles together, and she began asking what I liked to have around the house, what my favorite als were... and even what I preferred.

She picked out items with careful attention, filling the cart with things she knew we would enjoy small, thoughtful choices ant for our comfort.

As we reached a quieter section of the store, my mother-in-law stepped away to grab sothing from another aisle, leaving alone.

A mont later, a young man approached . He started to say hello, clearly about to strike up a conversation, but before he could even finish, Alex’s mother stepped in front of like a shield.

"Hey! Stay away from my son-in-law," she snapped, her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness.

The man scrambled away, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. It was the most surreal thing I had ever witnessed, the woman who once tried to tear us apart was now chasing off potential suitors.

Once we were done, the bags were loaded into the car, and we settled into the back seat.

Just as the driver was about to start the engine, she tapped lightly on the glass.

"Give us a mont," she said.

The driver nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind him. And just like that, we were left alone.

She turned to , her expression softer than I had ever seen it. "Alis... I wanted to speak with you alone because I wanted to ask sothing of you. I want to beg you, actually."

My heart skipped a beat. "Beg for what?"

"Please... take care of my son," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "I’ll speak to Alex too, to make sure he takes care of you."

She paused, her expression softening.

"I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve caused you pain. But you have to understand, everything I did ca from a place of fear."

Her gaze lowered for a mont before lifting again.

"As a mother, all I’ve ever wanted is for my children to be happy. And Alex..." she exhaled softly, "he’s soft. He’s gentle. He loves deeply. I worried about him more than anyone."

Her voice grew quieter. "It wasn’t because I hated you... It was because I was afraid of losing him."

She looked straight in the eyes, a sincere apology written across her face.

"I am truly sorry for how I treated you," she said softly. "Please... forgive ."

She took a small breath before continuing.

"And please, look after him. I’ll speak to Alex as well... to make sure he takes care of you too. If you ever fight, or things beco difficult... co to . I’ll be there for both of you. I want to be a mother to both of you. I’m giving you my blessing—truly."

She held my gaze for a mont longer.

"Take care of each other."

She even added a final, surprising note. "Even after the wedding... if you decide you don’t want to stay in the sa house as , wherever you go, just make sure you keep each other safe."

I felt the last of my resentnt lt away as I looked at her.

"I’m sorry, Mother," I said quietly, for the way I’ve spoken to you in the past... for the tis I was rude and disrespectful. I was just trying to stand up for myself and protect our love."

She reached out and pulled into a brief, warm hug. It wasn’t stiff or formal, it felt real, like she had finally accepting as part of the family.

"It’s okay, son," she said softly. "And thank you... for not giving up on my son."

"Thank you, Mom... for accepting us," I replied.

She smiled at that, then signaled for the driver to return.

As we drove back, the silence in the car wasn’t heavy anymore.

It was peaceful.

And in that mont, I realized the war was truly over.

For the first ti, I wasn’t just Alex’s husband.

I was part of the family.

As the car pulled up in front of the house, Alex rushed outside.

He walked straight to my side, his eyes searching my face.

"What happened?" he asked quickly. "Are you..."