Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 52

Alexander POV,

As I watched Ethan and Emma run around the park, their laughter echoing through the crisp afternoon air, my heart felt lighter than it had in days. Ethan suddenly stopped mid–run, turning to face me with that bold, curious look that always reminded me so much of Christiana.

“Dad, can we stay with you tonight?” he asked, his tone direct, as if he was negotiating a deal.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “What about your mom?” I asked, already anticipating what her response might be.

Ethan grinned, his confidence radiating. “You should call her! Tell her we want to stay.”

I felt a surge of satisfaction ripple through me. The thought of them wanting to stay with me–it made the tension I’d been carrying all day melt away. I pulled out my phone, dialing Christiana’s number.

After a few rings, she answered, her tone neutral. “Alex.”

“Christiana, how are you?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, knowing her cold response was coming.

“I’m fine,” she replied curtly, not bothering to ask me the same. I could practically feel the wall between us.

I didn’t let her tone deter me. “Ethan and Emma want to stay with me tonight. They’re here with me now, and they’ve been asking. I think it would be good for them.”

There was silence on the other end. I imagined her sitting wherever she was, stunned at my directness. When she finally spoke, her voice had a bite to it. “Alex, they can’t just stay with you. I’ve already made arrangements for them at the hotel. They need stability right now.”

Ethan and Emma had wandered back to my side, and I could hear them whispering, talking about how much they wanted to stay. I held the phone a little closer to my ear, hoping Christiana could hear their voices in the background.

“Mom, please,” Ethan called out, sensing the conversation was about them. “We want to stay with Dad. Just for one night.”

Christiana sighed on the other end, and I knew she could hear the sincerity in their voices. There was a long pause, and I could tell she was weighing the options.

“I don’t know, Alex, she said, her voice softer now but still skeptical. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Christiana,” I said firmly, not backing down. “They’re safe with me. They need this. Just for tonight. Let them stay

Another long pause. Then, finally, with reluctance, she gave in. “Fine. Just for one night. But I expect them back early tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips. “Of course,” I said, my tone respectful, though inside I was already planning the night ahead. “Thank you.”

“Don’t push your luck, Alex,” she warned, and I could almost see the sharp look in her eyes through the phone. “And don’t think this changes anything”

“I understand,” I replied, my voice low, but my heart was racing. Christiana may have her walls up, but I knew the kids needed both of us. This was a small victory, and I wasn’t about to ruin it.

the phone back into my pocket, turning to Ethan and Emma

his eyes wide

you’re

erupted into cheers, throwing their arms around me. I held them tightly, my heart

glanced at the rearview mirror and watched Ethan and Emma’s faces light up. Their eyes widened as they took in the massive estate, the fountains that lined the entrance, and the

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stretched far beyond the eye could

Is this really your house?” Ethan’s voice was filled

with a smile, stepping out

as soon as she hopped out. “It’s so big,”

chandeliers greeted us, and I could see them glancing around, mouths slightly open. It was the first time they’d been here. Too much time had been

on, let me show you around,” I said, gesturing toward the

ran ahead, his energy contagious, “Dad, do you have a game room? Or like a movie theater? Can

champ,” I laughed, trailing behind him as Emma tugged at my hand. “You’ll see everything. We’ve

finally, the movie room, which made. Ethan nearly jump out of his skin in excitement. Emma giggled beside

room?” she asked quietly,

can stay wherever you feel most comfortable. My room, your own room, it

before Emma could answer.

already prepping something extravagant, but I raised a hand, signaling for him to stop. “I’ve got this one.” I said, my voice firm. The chef looked a little confused, but he nodded, bowing out of the kitchen. I wanted tonight to be personal. I

going to cook, Dad?” Emma asked, her voice tinged with

the back of my neck, “It’s been a while, but yeah, I can. Let’s see if

rolled up my sleeves, dismissing the other servants who were lingering nearby. The butlers, the maids–they all faded into the background as I grabbed a cutting board

and Emma watched me with wide eyes, standing on tiptoes by the counter. “What are you

stirred a pot.

I help?” Emma asked, her voice soft

course, sweetheart,” I said, handing her a small spoon to

hot

up on a stool, watching intently. “This is cool.

about me, buddy. But I plan on

was carefully stirring while Ethan rambled on about everything and nothing at once. They bombarded me with questions about my work, the house, and life in general, their curiosity endless.

dinner was ready, we sat at the dining table–just the three of us. No servants, no interruptions. I served them plates of spaghetti, and as they dug in, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride. It was the first meal I had cooked in

Ethan said between mouthfuls, his face smeared with

Emma added, nodding her head vigorously. “I like

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feel so heavy. These were my kids, and they were here with me, under

talking and laughing. Ethan, as usual, had a million questions about the house. “Dad,