Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony watched the video, her daughter's cheeks still adorably round and full.

"Hey, sweetheart," she murmured softly. "Do you miss Mommy?"

Little Nina kept her head down, not quite catching on. "Of course I do~"

She sounded nonchalant, not even lifting her gaze.

Briony couldn't help but smile. "Do you really miss Mommy?"

"I really do..." Little Nina paused, then her tiny mind finally put two and two together.

She jerked her head up, her big eyes widening as she saw Briony on the screen. "Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

Little Mario dropped his Lego bricks and dashed over at lightning speed.

Both little ones jostled in front of the phone, squishing their chubby faces side by side, each trying to get the best spot in front of the camera.

Neither was willing to give an inch.

"Hey! Little Mario, stop pushing! Mommy wants to see me, not you!" Nina protested.

"No way!" Little Mario shot back. "Mommy wants to see me too!"

my name

"Mommy called me too!"

but when it came to vying for attention, neither of them had ever learned the meaning

to see both of you, so no fighting! Why don't you two sit together, and let

the fairest

helping them onto the couch, then propped the phone up on

her little feet off the couch, peering into the screen. "Mommy, when are

a few days, honey," Briony

two days, or it could be nine days," little Mario said, ever the

glanced at Stewart

had been quietly watching the sweet scene from the

turned back to the phone. "Just three more days, and

beaming. "Mommy's coming home in three days! That's

keeping score. "Don't be like Dad-he said he'd build a snowman with me, but then he

was no hiding the

paused, glancing over

to his lips,

her lips

"Yeah!

his word. liar!" Nina chimed in.promised to take

complaints hung in the air, but Stewart

little longer before finally ending the

turned to Stewart.