Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 121

Christiana’s POV.

The wait was excruciating.

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I sat in the cold hospital corridor, my fingers tightly knotted in Alex’s as the minutes crawled by, each one feeling like an hour. The distant sounds of the hospital, the quiet hum of machines, and the shuffle of nurses passing us by did nothing to calm the relentless storm in my chest. Alex squeezed my hand every so often, wordlessly reminding me that he was here, steady and calm, grounding me. But even his strength couldn’t stop my mind from spinning with fear. My little boy, my sweet Ethan, was on the operating table, and there was nothing could do.

Emma had drifted off at some point, her small head nestled against the chair, clutching her stuffed toy as though it held all her hope. I envied her innocence–the way she could find peace amid the chaos, trusting that everything would be okay.

I took a shaky breath, glancing over at Alex. He looked composed, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders seemed to bear the weight of my fears as well as his own. He caught my gaze, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.

“He’ll pull through, Christiana,” he said, his voice warm, soothing.

I managed a nod, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Words felt too fragile, like they’d shatter under the weight of my

worry.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors to the operating room swung open. My heart leaped, and I was on my feet in an instant, clutching Alex’s arm as the surgeon approached us, pulling off his mask.

“It was successful,” the doctor announced, offering a reassuring smile. “Ethan’s appendicitis had ruptured, but we managed to clean the area thoroughly. He’s stable now, and we’ll monitor him closely as he recovers.”

Relief flooded through me, sudden and overwhelming, and my knees nearly gave way. Alex held me steady, pulling me into an embrace as my shoulders shook. Tears blurred my vision, but they weren’t the tears of despair I’d feared–they were tears of relief, of gratitude.

“Oh, thank you… thank you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, his expression kind. “He’ll need rest, but children are resilient. You can see him in his room shortly.”

fingers tightening as if to anchor me to the ground. “See? He’s okay,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine as we took

clenched as I watched him, still so small, lying so quietly after such

followed as they took him to his room, the door swinging open as they settled him into his bed. I moved closer, brushing a hand over his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers. He looked so vulnerable, yet there was something peaceful about his face, as if he’d fought

softly, both to him and to whatever guardian angels had watched over

face softening with the same

turned to him, reaching for his hand, and he took it,

somehow seemed to chase away

him, my heart finally beginning to calm. looked over to Emma, still fast asleep on the

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became a strange comfort, a reminder that he was here, alive, breathing. I stroked his hand softly, the warmth of his skin reassuring, even as his

was beside me, standing with his arms folded, his expression softened in a rare way. He had been strong for all of us, but as he looked down at our son, I saw the exhaustion and, worry he

leaped. “Ethan?” I whispered, leaning closer, hoping he’d wake, just

eyelids fluttered open, and he looked around groggily, his gaze landing on me. “Mom?” he croaked, his voice weak but

my vision blurring with fresh tears. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m here,” I murmured, brushing his hair back gently. “I’m right

faint smile, his eyes finding Alex, who had

bent down, his hand gentle on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m here too, buddy. We’re

all in. “My tummy hurts,” he mumbled, his brow furrowing in

cheek. “The doctors helped you, and you’re going to feel better soon. You were

Alex added, his voice soft but

and I saw exhaustion taking over. He gave a little nod, his hand slipping out of mine as he drifted back to sleep, his breathing evening out. I let out a shaky

sniffle behind us. I turned to see Emma, awake now, her wide eyes filled with tears as she clutched her stuffed

voice quivering as she looked

sweetheart, Ethan is going to be

in my arms. “I was so