Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!-Chapter 90: The note

Chapter 90 - The Note

Katherine put her kids to bed gently, tucking them under the blanket and switching off the lamp then shuffled back to the living room to pick up the kids’ books.

Their books and stationeries were scattered on the ground and she shook her head, pinching the bridge of her temple as she bent to pack them and put them in their backpacks.

Katherine didn’t understand why her kids chose to do their homework late at night and even suggested they’d do it themselves; they didn’t want her help and she chuckled.

Wait, are the kids growing up already? She rolled her eyes at her thought then flipped through their book to check if the homework was done. As she flipped to the middle, a little note fell on the floor and her brows immediately quirked in question.

Katherine picked up the folded note, staring at it intently before dropping it on the couch and arranged the twins’ backpacks by the nightstand. She did her normal night routine then slouched on the couch after she was done.

She stretched her stiff shoulders and took the note. What could the kids have written now? She thought, a smile pulling on her lips already because this wasn’t the first time her kids would write a little note to her.

Katherine rubbed her eyes before unfolding the note as her breath hitched from the familiar cursive handwriting. And her heart thumped. Aaron’s handwriting. Her hands trembled, holding the edge of the note.

Aaron had met the kids behind her back; was it why the kids acted a little bit different today?

Why would he...?

Why wouldn’t he? The twins were his kids, Sherlock. The snarky voice responded and Katherine groaned, she didn’t have the mental capability to have a conversation with that voice right now. And decided to turn her attention to the write-up.

Katherine,

I should’ve broken the contract the moment we started again. I didn’t know it would cause the distance between us now. And it hurts to lose you and the kids after I had you back. I didn’t touch her. Not once. I swear on my life. I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. And btw can we meet so that I can explain everything and if you don’t want me anymore. I’ll respect your choice. But please, give me a chance.

—Aaron.

Katherine’s breath caught, she could feel the emotion in the note, it was raw and honest which made her eyes sting.

Katherine didn’t know what to feel right now—Aaron said he would respect her choice—did he mean that he would give up on her?

Why wouldn’t he? When you’re throwing a tantrum like a kid.

Stop that! Katherine groaned, rubbing her forehead.

Kekeke! Oh, it hurts, right?

Katherine breathed in to calm herself not to give that snarky voice the chance today as she folded the note neatly.

Katherine wouldn’t lie, she missed Aaron; every corner of the house had his presence. From him helping the kids with homework, cooking in the kitchen for them, tucking the kids in their bed or when he plopped on the couch and stared at her movements every time which sometimes made her jumpy and nervous from his gaze intensity.

Or the spark in his russet eyes when Hanith caught his first fish or that joy in his voice when the kids called him their daddy.

Katherine shook her head, those were happy memories of them together as a lone tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t continue hiding, she needed to acknowledge the issue between them.

Listen to his side and decide what next, she couldn’t just continue to avoid him and cower away because her kids were getting affected by her jumbled mess of emotions.

For even her kids not to even tell her about meeting their father today. It didn’t even slip out of their mouths earlier when they were reiterating what had happened in school today.

Katherine placed the note on her chest, "I can’t continue to run away from the past," she mumbled out into the dark silent room.

The weight of the paper against her chest felt heavier than it should, each word from Aaron’s note replaying in her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories that kept flooding back, but they came anyway.

Katherine remembered Aaron teaching the kids how to play the puzzle card, gently. Telling them the scope and how to win. Or jumping and playing around while role-playing one of the Iron Man scenes. Katherine had run out of the kitchen that day and cautioned them not to run around in the living room while the kids pulled her closer to join the role-playing.

Katherine’s chest tightened and yet she’d thrown all of that away because she’d been too proud, too scared to listen. Too quick to believe the worst instead of believing in Aaron.

But who wouldn’t believe it when a married woman is pregnant and said it was her husband’s baby?

You, overthinker! The voice responded.

The silence in the apartment was stifling now that the voice had crept back to the abyss as Katherine unfolded the note again, reading Aaron’s words once more and her heart fluttered again.

I didn’t touch her. Not once.

She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to believe him so badly it physically hurt. But the fear in her heart, the fear that shrouded her heart, protecting it again was so strong.

Katherine wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, frustrated with herself. She was tired of crying, tired of feeling sorry for herself, tired of being the victim in her own story.

Maybe it was time to stop running and face the truth, whatever it was.

A creak sound broke her from her thoughts which made her jump a little. She whipped her head to where the sound came from and noticed Jasmine had peeked her head out from their bedroom. There were no traces of sleep on her face and Katherine tilted her head, surprised that the kid she’d put to bed was wide awake and walking towards her barefoot.

"Mom?" Jasmine called softly, her small feet padded on the floor, her doll trailing after her as she grabbed it by the hand. freewёbnoνel.com

Katherine stood up and met her halfway, crouching to her level.

"Are you crying?" Jasmine asked softly, using her small hand to wipe her wet cheek.

Katherine laughed a little, "No, baby. Just tired," she replied, her hands going to her cheeks to wipe her face—it was indeed cold and wet from tears.

Jasmine pulled Katherine up and followed her to the couch, pushed her on it and she crawled into Katherine’s lap. "Mommy, don’t cry. Ehn," she whispered gently, using her tiny hands to hug Katherine, she was comforting a little.

"Thank you baby," Katherine pinched her cheeks adoringly.

"Daddy said you’re his favourite person."

Katherine blinked twice, surprised Jasmine called Aaron father and that Aaron called her his favourite person. Her lips wobbled for a slight second, before she caressed Jasmine’s hair adoringly. "He shouldn’t say that," her voice cracked at the edge.

Jasmine looked up at her, blinking confusedly, "Why not?" Jasmine asked.

And Katherine sighed, pulling her daughter closer, she didn’t have any response to that.

The little girl’s weight in her lap was comforting, pulling her out of her thoughts. Katherine looked down at her daughter’s innocent face, seeing some of Aaron in her features. The same hair color, the same russet eyes. And the same curiosity sparkled in their eyes.

"Mommy," Jasmine whispered, playing with the hem of Katherine’s shirt, "why are you and daddy not talking?"

Katherine’s heart clenched. How could she explain to a six-year-old daughter about her abrupt reaction instead of listening.

"It’s complicated, baby," Katherine finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"But you love him," Jasmine said matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Katherine’s breath hitched, from what came out of Jasmine’s mouth, she was shocked would be an understatement, "How do you know that?"

"Because you cry when you look at his pictures on your phone," Jasmine said in a duh tone, shrugging her shoulders like it was simple then, curling up against Katherine’s chest. "And you smile when you don’t know we’re looking."

Katherine closed her eyes, a fresh wave of tears threatening to fall. Her daughter was right. She did love Aaron. She’d never stopped loving him, not even when she’d convinced herself she hated him.

"Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes," Katherine said softly, stroking Jasmine’s hair. "Sometimes we hurt people we love because we’re scared."

"Then say sorry," Jasmine mumbled sleepily against her chest. "That’s what you tell us to do."

Katherine smiled through her tears. If only it were that simple. But maybe, just maybe, it could be. Maybe she’d been making it more complicated than it needed to be.

She looked down at the note still clutched in her free hand, Aaron’s words blurring through her tears. Give me a chance.

Maybe it was time to stop running and give them both a chance.

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