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

watching things break? It was concerning for Gabriel although I always laughed

me again while in the middle of racing his

“Yes Alex?”

keys or the sound

my eyebrows furrowed. “You’re home

walked over to the play area through

lunch,” I told my husband as he settled across from me,

monster” Gabriel cooed his son, placing a big

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play Alex was busy running the car over Gabriel’s coat, dropping

1 gled

I met would one day let a little child run

home. Gabriel?” I asked

missing

“And not me?” 11

pout.

it wasn’t as open as

Gabriel’s hold, diving into

closer to keep a closer eye on him, dipping his

the same way. His shoulders were tense,

able to rest my temple on his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me. Why’re you

head, taking a deep breath over my head as if to absorb my presence. “I had a

creases “A bad dream?

a fire,” he barely whispers. “In the house. I was coming back from somewhere from

on his arm

one of

free hand, and he intertwined our fingers, bring it closer to his lips to place a kiss

He answers the question I didn’t ask, and I shut my eyes for a brief second. “Since I woke up, there is a certain suffocation, a certain guilt

just a dream,

Alex. “But if I was ever given such an impossible choice, yo know I would put myself through a hundred deaths before giving

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

He hesitates, “Do you think the twins will hate me when they grow up, when they find out I

wouldn’t.” 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