Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 519 No Second Chances

This is the first New Year for our family of four.

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The moment felt surreal, like living in a dream. Watching my two beautiful babies lying in bed, I could feel their warmth and smell their faint milky scent. They giggled as I got closer.

Everything seemed to be falling into place.

Carter’s hand rested on my shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

I snapped out of my reverie and looked up at the man beside me–so tall and gentle. Wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my head against him, I smiled faintly.

“Carl, it feels like a dream. I’m really back.”

Having been a spirit for months, it felt strange to be in a physical body again.

Carter sat on the bedside, pinched my waist, and pulled me into his lap, smiling gently. “Do you need proof that you’re alive?”

The next moment, his lips met mine, and he murmured, “Chloe, you’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”

Since my spirit form and through pregnancy, we’d been apart for over six months. His kiss was tender, making me feel like a fragile gem in his eyes.

I knew he was terrified the day I gave birth–seeing me so weak, lying in a pool of blood, on the brink of death. After months in bed, he was afraid of hurting me, even when kissing me, always so gentle.

“Carl…”

Clinging to his neck, I felt a surge of emotions. My desire for him was not just physical; it was a deep–seated affection and longing. I wanted to make up for the lost days and all the fear and worry.

“Chloe.”

As our eyes met, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Just as his kiss was about to land, we heard a cry.

“Boo hoo…”

fully adapted to having two little babies yet, and I instinctively pushed

straight as if he’d been caught doing something wrong, coughing lightly into his

looked at me with big, bright eyes resembling Carter’s, except for his eyes, which were like mine–pure and crystalline. When he saw me looking,

moist, and her long lashes still glistened with tears. I couldn’t help but

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I tapped her nose lightly. “Sorry, sweetie, you’ve never

stopped crying and blinked curiously at me, perhaps wondering why I looked the same but

furrowed, and I felt a warm sensation in my hand. A foul smell

“Uh, Carl…”

I had seen them change the babies‘ diapers, but I was still a novice

with the bottle. “What is it, Chloe?”

a dirty

face, he chuckled. “No worries, let me handle it.”

“Teach me how.”

It was hard to believe this man, who seemed so unattainable, was now calmly changing diapers without

birth, you almost died. It’s only been a few months; your body is still weak. You need time

nannies working round the clock, and we can

he finished changing Everly’s

again and fed her for the first time,

drinking

“She’s hungry.”

came from outside. “Mr. Carter, Mrs.