Chapter 92: Love and Marriage

Moana

The children quickly forgot about the emotional moment between Edrick and I by the time they finished their ice cream, and we left the ice cream parlor to make our way back to the orphanage.

By the time we made it back to the orphanage, the sun was already beginning to set. Ella would have her werewolf training in the morning, so we needed to get home in time for dinner and bedtime. As Ella said her goodbyes to her friends in the foyer, Edrick and I stood patiently by the door.

Finally, when Ella had hugged all of her new friends as though she would never see them again, I gave Sophia my last goodbye and we began to head out.

“Wait! Moana! Mr. Morgan!” Clara’s little voice called out, causing us to stop in our tracks. “I have a question!”

“What is it, Clara?” I asked, feeling a smirk spread across my face at the little girl’s urgent demeanor.

Well, actually…” She turned to face her friends. They all whispered for a moment before Joshua reached out and spun Clara back around

as did

shooting me an apologetic glance as

Moana and

down and planting a kiss on the little girl’s cheek. I felt bad for not being able to explain anything more, but it wasn’t entirely my call. Edrick’s silence

“Okay.”

Edrick opened the door for Ella and myself, and while I buckled Ella into her

say much, and instead swung her legs happily in her seat as she played with the wooden puzzle that I kept in my purse to keep her busy during car rides. Meanwhile, Edrick stared quietly out the window without so much as turning even once to look back at me. I could tell that Clara’s question took him just as off guard as it did to me, and I knew that it made us equally uncomfortable. It was a confusing and awkward subject to broach, and what made it even worse was that the children at the orphanage —

my chin up for Ella and helped Selina and the maids prepare dinner. Ella

was doing my due diligence and being faithful for both Ella’s and the baby’s sake despite the fact that I was just as lonely as Edrick was. Meanwhile, he was having one night stands with other women. Just because I caught him this time, too, didn’t necessarily mean that there hadn’t been other times. Even just thinking about it made my blood boil, however, so I tried not to let it get to me

a bit of a ritual at this point for us to sit in front of her mirror at night while

was mostly quiet while I brushed and braided her

said, just as I was about to shut

her chin, with her favorite stuffed animal — the little handmade stuffed duck that I’d purchased

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