>Mallory
"Seriously, what’s wrong with her?" I groaned the mont I stepped inside the house. I kicked off my shoes, the soft thud against the marbled floor echoing slightly. Hanging my jacket over the arm of the sofa, I sank into the cushions for a second, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.
Does she have a problem? But...why would she kiss all of a sudden?
My mind kept spinning in circles, trying to make sense of it.
"Arghh...I have no idea," I muttered, scratching my head with a mix of annoyance and confusion. The question kept gnawing at , and I had no answers.
I was just about to head upstairs to my room when a familiar sound stopped in my tracks—light, hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. I turned, and my heart lifted when I saw Asher running toward , bare feet padding across the polished floor. His little arms stretched wide, and a string of giggles spilled from him, filling the house with a warmth that made smile.
"Mommy’s back! Did you have a good sleep?" I asked, kneeling slightly so I could play with his tousled hair as he wrapped his arms around in a tight hug. His warmth and the sll of his shampoo comforted instantly.
Behind him, my husband appeared. He was wearing a crisp white shirt under a smart waistcoat, hands tucked into his pockets, exuding that quiet, confident calm that I always noticed.
"Did you settle what you went outside for?" he asked, his eyes studying , curious but relaxed.
I hesitated.
Can I really say it’s settled? I did get what I went out for, but the situation was far from simple.
"Yeah... She was so drunk, and no one could fetch her," I admitted, forcing a bitter smile. "I swear that woman has a way of making worry myself sick."
"I see." He nodded silently, his expression unreadable. "By the way, I’ve already prepared dinner. Just in ti too. Shall we eat?" he changed the conversation.
And before I could answer, Asher grabbed my hand and tugged toward the kitchen, his small fingers clinging to mine like glue. "What is that?" I asked, following his lead.
"He helped cook and even poured the juice," my husband said, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.
I crouched to Asher’s level, giving him an enthusiastic clap. "Wow! Our little chef is amazing!" His grin was so wide it looked like it might split his face in two.
"Daddy!" he exclaid, pointing excitedly at my husband. I lifted him onto a stool and pinched his round little cheeks. "I see... so you helped Daddy, huh?"
He nodded, proud and pleased with himself. I watched them for a mont, the quiet dostic scene pulling a rare sense of peace through .
I slid onto the stool beside him, and my husband sat across from us. The clinking of utensils filled the room as we began eating. For a mont, there was only the sound of chewing and the soft scrape of cutlery on plates.
Clearing my throat, I broke the silence. "Do you know if sothing happened to Mara these past few days? I just can’t help but worry about her," I asked, carefully watching their reactions.
Mara and I were best friends, but when it ca to family matters, we barely spoke.
Maybe he knew sothing since they are cousins? For twelve years, we’d barely scratched the surface of family drama, but I knew Mara had been cornered before.
A lump of worry ford in my chest. I hated feeling powerless.
"Hmm... I don’t think so," he said shortly, not even looking up from his food. His calmness didn’t reassure —it made suspicious.
I narrowed my eyes. Sothing about him seed... off.
"Is that so? That’s worriso." I groaned.
"By the way, I heard the kid’s starting school soon?" he asked, steering the conversation elsewhere.
He doesn’t look like he enjoyed the topic. Mara reacts like this too when it cos to family matter. It must’ve been complicated, not that I can judge.
I sighed and returned to my food. "Did Vale tell you?" I asked, shoving a piece of at into my mouth.
"He always tells things," he replied, finally lifting his head to et my gaze. I guessed that was true, given that Vale was his younger brother.
"I’m planning to hire soone to help around the house, in case you need to go out. What do you think?" he asked casually, placing the spoon back into the table and wiping his mouth.
I paused, thinking. "Hmm... I don’t know if my son can handle that," I said, glancing at Asher, who was busy eating neatly, without a drop spilled on the floor. Unlike most kids his age, he had this almost uncanny precision.
But it would do good if I can have soone to talk to in this house. I’ve been copped up here all day I feel like I’ll forget how to talk to people soon.
And that scene earlier too.
"Vale said it would help him, especially since he’ll be exposed to other people at school. He’s also starting to tolerate being around others, maybe it’s a good thing to expose him slowly to people." my husband explained.
I watched my son chew thoughtfully, then nodded. "Well... I think it’s about ti then. He’ll have to take this kind of leap sooner or later."
"I can let him choose, if that’s what will put your mind at ease." he added. I smiled at him gently.
He can be really thoughtful at tis. I’m glad I married him even if it’s temporary.
"Then, let’s do that," I agreed, feeling a small but steady sense of resolve.
He reached for his glass and took a slow sip of juice, then set it down and spoke again.
"And... I didn’t inform you earlier because you left in a hurry, but we should make our marriage public soon."
"Huh?"
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