His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 86

Alex and Aurora: 2 and a half years old.

“Mama?” Alex called me, and I smiled at my little boy. He had spoken for the first time almost a year and a half ago, but it still made me grin every time he called me mama with his little voice

“Yes, baby?” I coord, picking him up in my arms and carrying him outside, letting his sister sleep,

“Play?” He blinked his huge eyes, and 1 nod.

“Of course, my love.”

1 carry him to the twins’ little play area in the house, and he happily hops out of my arms and into the soft area where his blocks and cars were kept along with Aurora’s dolls and a soft ball pit that they could jump into.

I watch as he puts a few blocks on top of one another, making a tower.

I

“Wow. That’s so tall.” I sit next to him, passing him the blocks one by one as he adds them onto his creation, careful not to topple them.

It w

was a quiet afternoon in our house. Gabriel was at work, and this was usually the time for the twins to nap but Alex had a sugar rush and couldn’t sleep. Even then, he wasn’t making noise, aware his sister was sleeping in the room next to ours.

“Mama… look!” He pointed at the tall tower, satisfied by how much he had managed to pile on.

1 was just about to praise him when he punched right in the centre of it, watching with a spark in his eyes how all of it fell down into many pieces.

“FUN!” He shouted, the grin of his mouth endless, his brown eyes showing so much sudden enthusiasm.

1 sighed, resisting the urge to face palm.

It’s bothersome how much destruction excites him.

“You’re supposed to build, my love. Not break.” I remind him gently, smiling at his antics.

“If no break, then how build again?” He pouts, and I nearly laugh

witty. And his knack for watching things

called me again while in the middle of racing his cars into the

“Yes Alex?”

or the sound

him with my eyebrows

A little smile covered his lips as he walked over to the play area through the

my husband as he settled across from me, and

Gabriel cooed his son, placing a big

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the car over Gabriel’s coat, dropping

1 gled

day let a little child run his

you home. Gabriel?” I asked

was missing the

“And not me?” 11

pout.

wasn’t as open as I

hold, diving

to keep a closer eye on him, dipping

the same way. His shoulders were tense, and he wouldn’t look at

hand through his arm to be able to

kisses the top of my head, taking a deep breath over my head as if to

“A bad dream?

coming back from somewhere from work, I think. And I came

on

only one of

mumble, striking his palm with my thumb of my free hand, and he intertwined our fingers, bring it closer to

eyes for a

a dream,

away again, to Alex. “But if I was ever given such an impossible choice, yo know I would put myself through a hundred

that,” I whisper. “You’re a good father, Gabriel And a

twins will hate me when

My eyebrows furrow, my voice a little sharp. They will never find out. And even if they do, they wouldn’t hate you because you’ve been the best dada