NovelBarWaylen’s voice, Laden with guilt, emerged from the shadows. “Mindy once said I have a strong personality that I struggle with forging deep connections. Dad, is it my fault that Rena has suffered so?”
Korbyn’s eyes, clouded with unshed tears, met Waylen’s gaze.
His voice, raw with emotion, sought to soothe.
“You and Rena are perfectly matched, destined for one another. Don’t let doubts plague your heart.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen’s throat tightened.
His gaze never left Rena‘s slumbering form as he smoothed away a strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other. How could she abandon him? How long was she going to sleep?
The passage of each second felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart caught in turmoil.
In the quiet moments as every minute ticked away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of time pressing upon him.
He stood on the precipice of his endurance, teetering on the edge of his emotional resolve. At this time, no one could help him, including his parents, Cecilia, and even Mark.
The weight of his role as Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a reunion that seemed to elude his grasp.
Time unfurled its relentless march, three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand in an hourglass.
Grief etched his features, his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight of concern.
There was no concealing the toll Rena’s accident had taken on him. Keeping the truth from their children was an impossible task. Cecilia took on the solemn duty of explaining their mother’s situation to them, guiding them through the somber halls of the hospital to Rena’s bedside.
The door creaked open, revealing Rena’s still form lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in check as she rushed to her mother’s side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe nestled her head against Rena’s belly, the gesture both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that spanned the chasm between them.
Leonel, his own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns of warmth and love.
Meanwhile, Marcus, too young to fully comprehend, babbled the word “mommy,” his voice filled with Longing.
Waylen, his heart aching, gathered Marcus in his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that shared moment, they found solace in one another’s embrace. ©
The children missed Rena very much.
Their eyes, brimming with innocence and love, were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense the weight of their collective prayers, an unspoken plea for her return?
The thought of losing the child in her belly weighted heavily in Waylen’s heart.
He was afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to find out that their baby was gone.
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