Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 7 She Had No Choice but to Make the First Move

When Galatea arrived home, Mia had prepared a feast awaiting her, and Harry and Elisa greeted her with particularly good behavior.

"To celebrate Mom's first day on the job, Mia made lots of yummy dishes, and we helped too!" Elisa's eyes crinkled into crescents, her shallow dimples making her cherubic face even more endearing. "It's been a tough first day at work. Go wash up, and let's eat," Mia offered with a warm, welcoming smile.

Galatea forced a weary smile despite her growing discomfort at the scene before her, nodding in agreement to preserve the mood. "Sure."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was cozy as the four of them began their meal.

"Mom, are there handsome and wealthy bachelor doctors at the hospital?" Elisa was particularly interested in the subject.

"If there are, Elisa and I could help you scout for one," Harry chimed in teasingly.

"All you care about is stuff like that," Galatea scolded lightly, tapping Harry on the head, and continued, "Starting tomorrow, you two are going to practice the piano every day until school starts." Both kids pouted, deeply dismayed by the announcement.

"Mom, we're not really into piano," Harry protested.

"Yeah, Mom, we're not exactly rolling in dough, so let's not waste the money," Elisa added.

Galatea fell silent. She had always struggled to persuade her two children.

"Seriously, Mom, didn't you come back here to find us a dad?" Elisa inquired, leaning in closer.

"I've already told you before, you don't have a father."

She had been legally married to that man, but she'd never met him - he had been in a coma for three years by then, and now another six had passed.

we conjured up from dust by God?"

made both

took their baths and settled down with their books and Legos, leaving Galatea alone in the

fired without even knowing where the obstetrics archive was located! 'My son, you must wait

"Mom!" as if by telepathy, seeing

gently woke him as he started talking in his sleep

past him in a daze, only to

tenderly, cautious not

his sleep, Cormac had administered medication, and now his alternate personality had

eyes landing on Alaric's injured arm. With a heavy sense of guilt, he muttered, "I'm

wound and reassured him, "It's just a scratch,

remained downcast, as if he had made an unforgivable error, and stayed silent

losing my temper with you yesterday,"

it was all my fault," Caspian replied, still not lifting

okay? Are you hungry?" asked Alaric gently. "What would you like to eat? I'll whip something up

hungry," Caspian said, looking at

Galatea's warm embrace, a sensation he desperately wanted to cling to.

right, get some more rest. I'll make you something delicious and wake you

"Thanks," Caspian said.

sleepless night, her mind preoccupied with Mrs. Marigold and

Searching for Mrs. Marigold was like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially now that her suburban mansion had been demolished. Knowing that Mrs. Marigold was at a dead end, she had no choice but to start with the medical

to seek out

son, Harry, woke from his sleep upon hearing her leave and

groaned, barely opening her eyes. She was

like she's off to work. Should we follow

sleep," Elisa muttered, then closed her eyes

already moving away quickly,