Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Rosita let go of Irwin and walked over to the sofa, her arms full of gifts.

"These are all from me, sweetheart. Take a look-see if there's anything you like?"

Irwin's eyes sparkled. "It's Iron Man!"

"Do you like it?" Rosita ruffled his hair, her voice warm. "This is a limited edition, you know. I had to ask several friends for help before I finally managed to get it."

"Thank you, Mom!" Irwin's clear, bright voice echoed through the house. "You're the best!"

Rosita finally burst into a smile through her tears. "Honey, you finally called me Mom."

"Dad just talked to me," Irwin said, carefully setting Iron Man aside. He grabbed a tissue and dabbed at Rosita's tears, his small hands gentle. "He told me you went through a lot to bring me into the world. I'm sorry I was mean to you this morning. I won't ever treat you like that again.”

At his words, Rosita's tears flowed even harder. She looked more fragile and moved than ever.

"No, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong-it was me. I promise I'll do my very best to be a good mom from now on."

"You're not bad at all!" Irwin threw his arms around her. "Dad said you always loved me, and I'll love you just as much!"

at Stewart, her eyes brimming.

the least I can do. Don't cry, or

you cry, you'll get all puffy and not look as nice!" Irwin

handkerchief and wiped her tears, finally managing

with warmth and sweetness. Irwin happily sat on the sofa, surrounded by gifts,

armchair, head lowered as he

while, Rosita glanced his way, hesitating before speaking softly. "What

her words, Stewart looked up, his expression unreadable. "I'll

care of Irwin all these years. Honestly, I can't help but feel guilty

fault," Stewart replied in a low voice. "Irwin has always

his words sweet as honey. "You're the one who gave birth to me. Of course we should be together! And you're so pretty-Dad says

tapped his nose, grinning. "Just don't say that in front

at me!" Irwin said, full

Stewart's phone rang a work

stood up. "I need to head back