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.”

me to the ground. “See? He’s okay,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine as

watched him, still

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

whispered softly, both to him and to whatever guardian

face softening with the same mix

I felt. I turned to him, reaching for

that somehow seemed to chase away the last lingering shadows of fear. “We’ll all

into him, my heart finally beginning to calm. looked over to

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rhythmic beeping of the monitors became a strange comfort, a reminder that he was here, alive, breathing. I stroked his hand softly, the warmth of his skin

son, I saw the exhaustion and, worry he had been holding back. He’d been our anchor through all of this, and now, in the quiet of the hospital room, I saw

I whispered, leaning closer, hoping he’d wake,

around groggily, his gaze landing on me. “Mom?” he croaked, his voice weak

I’m here,” I murmured, brushing his hair back gently. “I’m right

a faint smile, his eyes

his hand gentle on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m here too, buddy. We’re both here,” he said softly, his voice thick

all in. “My tummy hurts,” he

doctors helped you, and you’re going

us, Ethan,” Alex added,

breathing evening out. I let out a shaky breath, unable

I turned to see Emma, awake now, her wide eyes filled with tears

quivering as

and went to her, wrapping my arms around her small, trembling frame. “Yes, sweetheart, Ethan is going to be okay,” I assured her, holding her close. “He just needs some rest, and soon he’ll be

as she buried herself in my arms.