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.”

if to anchor me to the ground. “See? He’s okay,” he murmured,

and monitors surrounding him. My heart clenched as I watched him, still so small, lying so quietly after such a terrifying ordeal. It

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

him and to whatever guardian

watched Ethan, his face softening with the

on sadness I felt. I turned to him, reaching for his hand,

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

nodded, leaning into him, my heart finally beginning to calm. looked over to Emma, still

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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 reassuring, even

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

I whispered, leaning closer, hoping he’d

he looked around groggily, his gaze landing on

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

a faint smile, his eyes

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

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

cupped his cheek. “The doctors helped you, and you’re going to feel better

any of us, Ethan,” Alex

breathing evening out. I let out a shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off him. Every bit of panic and fear I’d felt came flooding back, but I forced it

now, her wide eyes filled with tears as she clutched

okay?” she whispered, her voice quivering as she

frame. “Yes, sweetheart, Ethan is going to be okay,” I assured her, holding her

buried herself in my arms. “I