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Rena offered her consent, her understanding voiced without words.
She had no intention of demanding he quit smoking. After all, business often wove social demands into his life.
As long as he spared the children from the sight of it, she was content.
With deliberate steps, Waylen ventured outside, greeted by the winter’s cold grasp. The study’s chill nipped at his skin, and as he gazed out the window, he exhaled, releasing tendrils of smoke into the night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAmid the crisp air, a warmth blossomed within him, one only the knowledge of Rena‘s pregnancy could conjure.
His emotions for Rena were profound. It was a mix of fondness and adoration.
Yet their shared history remained obscured, an enigmatic period their memories couldn’t unravel.
Though the world saw Waylen as a potent figure, his strength wavered in the realm of relationships.
The walls of strength and vulnerability blurred within Waylen, a complex dance he could never quite escape. For even after Harold’s passing, the doubt lingered. Was he enough to erase the shadow of another?
The future, however, now cradled their third child.
Waylen felt grateful.
The weight of past uncertainties began to dissipate.
A gust of night wind spurred Waylen’s exit from the study. His destination was the bedroom that held his wife and their unborn child.
Within the room, Rena nestled against the headboard while reading, her gentle presence a soothing balm against the chill of the night.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMorning heralded a new day, Rena’s awakening prompted by a familiar routine.
Waylen was already tending to Alexis and Leonel. Their schoolbags, pristine and poised, awaited their youthful adventures on the couch.
Waylen’s form was crisp and composed, an air of anticipation wafting from the parcel in his hand.
Rena’s curiosity piqued. “Is that for me?”
“No,” he replied, his tone unassuming, ready to discard the package to storage.
Rena, however, intervened, her curiosity far from sated. “I’d Like to see it.”
Waylen’s casually responded, “It was delivered by mistake.”
This elicited skepticism from Rena.
Undeterred, she insisted on unveiling the package. Her suspicions, as she anticipated, were confirmed.