The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 279

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 279: A Step at a Time

Angela POV

The next two days in the hospital pass quietly. Sean's still here, hovering like he's afraid I'll vanish if he blinks.

He brings me water before lask, fluff's my pillow when it sags, makes sure the kids have snacks. I don't push him away.

I'm polite-thank him when he hands me something, nod when he asks if I'm okay.

I don't stop him from playing with Aria and Ethan either. They love him. Aria climbs all over him, giggling when he pretends to drop her. Ethan's quieter, but he sticks close, showing Sean a drawing he made, his little face lighting up when Sean ruffles his hair.

Is it just blood that ties them? Or is he actually a good dad? I don't know. I watch them, and it's hard to figure out what I feel.

Five years ago, he wasn't there for any of this-their first steps, their first words. I did it alone. But now, seeing him with them, it's like he never left.

Last night, before bed, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft, quick, on the lips. I didn't pull back, but I didn't kiss him either.

I just sat there, frozen, my heart thudding. He didn't push it-just said goodnight and turned off the light.

Everyone's thrilled I've got my memory back. Dad especially. He sat with me all morning yesterday, telling me stories-how I used to beg him to push me higher on the swings, how I cried when my goldfish died.

"It's like I've got my Angie back," he said, smiling so wide I could see the lines in his face deepen. I smiled too, because I remembered those things now.

and diapers. But the first time Aria said "Mama," her tiny voice so clear, I cried.

thinking about the gift Ethan hung on the tree-the one at the very top. He said it's from him and Aria, something they made for

told me, serious

don't want them stuck in this sterile

home," I say at breakfast. Sean's pouring juice for the kids, and

setting the juice down. "You're not stable yet.

I cut in. "I'm tired of this place.

Vant

the kids

"Angie, you just got your head bashed in.

to a machine. I'll get checked out today. If the doctor says it's

"I'm

sighs, running a hand through his

stubborn

But he doesn't fight

doctor

stitches. "You're healing well," he says. "You can

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A Step

back after Christmas for

just grumbles something about me

get home

living room. Lights winkle along the branches, and the kids run straight to it, pointing at