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

always witty. And his knack for watching things break? It was concerning for Gabriel although I always laughed it off. He was just a child being a

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

“Yes Alex?”

missed the jiggling of the keys or the sound of footsteps, I turned around just in

him with my

play area through the little white gate, kissing me softly “How come he isn’t asleep

after lunch,” I told my husband as he settled across from me, and took Alex

placing

1/3

Chipter

running the car over

1 gled

the man I met would one day let a little child run

home. Gabriel?” I asked

was missing

“And not me?” 11

pout.

too,” he chuckled, but it wasn’t as open

wiggles from Gabriel’s hold,

shifts closer to keep a closer eye on him, dipping his feet

to him, sitting the same way. His shoulders were

passing my hand through his arm to be able to rest my temple on his

kisses the top of my head, taking a deep breath over my head as if to absorb my presence. “I

“A bad

back from somewhere from

hold on his arm

“I could save only one of you.

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

didn’t ask, and I shut my eyes for

was just a dream, Gabriel,”

an impossible choice, yo know I would put myself through a hundred deaths before giving up on you or

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

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

never find out. And