Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

Six months later.

"Mummy, you look beautiful! You're the prettiest!" Rayen runs to my side, making Sloane snort, and Isabelle rolls her eyes.

"I bet we look like shags to you little King, don't we?" Sloane crosses her arms while tapping a foot probably trying to intimidate him but Rayen is his father's son, he doesn't get intimidated.

"No," he says sweetly. "You both look like extras in my mum's fairytale."

Sloane gasps, feigning offense. “Excuse me?!"

Isabelle chokes on her drink, trying to hold in her laugh. "Okay, that was brutal.”

I reach down and smooth Rayen's little tux, trying not to laugh myself. "Rayen, be nice. They're my bridesmaids."

He blinks innocently." But you're still the prettiest."

"Am I?" I ask, kissing his forehead. "Just don't say that in front of your granny or we'll never hear the end of it."

"I already did," he shrugs. "She said I was just like Daddy."

"I'm not babysitting you anymore!" Sloane says faking an offense.

Rayen's face softens as he rushes to her side, holding her hand. "Why not? I love you, Auntie Sloane."

"I won't fall for your sweet talk!"

"Don't you like me?" Rayen gives her a smile and I just know he's forgiven.

I like you." Sloane lifts him as

head as my nerves flutter in my stomach like

when you realize you're about to walk down

are about to open. I can already hear the soft violin music drifting in. I take a breath, staring at myself

woman staring back is not the same broken girl who

She's loved.

She's fierce..

up beside me, her expression suddenly soft. "You ready, Mrs.

back the tears. "More than

open, letting in a

beyond the aisle, waiting like he's

a black tux, crisp,

you married,"

my ears in a slowed

feel extremely beautiful in my wedding gown.

with

off-shoulder sleeves. that float gently against my

light layers of tulle that ve like

the light in the prettiest

simple

just look like a bride, I feel like

locked on me the second the

and for a second, I wonder if he's trying to hold himself back from running down the aisle to get to me.

my hand as my escort, his tiny grip grounding

be the ring bearer, but I settled for him

you'd be the