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!"

called my

"Mommy called me too!"

came to vying for attention,

of you, so no fighting! Why don't you two sit together, and let your godfather hold the phone a bit farther away? That way, I can see you both

the

helping them onto the couch, then

peering into the

days,

it could be nine days," little Mario said, ever the stickler for detail. "Mommy, can you tell

and glanced at

sweet scene from the sidelines. Catching her eye, he lifted three

to the phone. "Just three more days,

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

keep your promise! Mario frowned, already keeping score. "Don't be like Dad-he said he'd build a snowman with me, but then he didn't

the disappointment in

paused, glancing over

finger to his lips, signaling

her lips

"Yeah!

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

the air, but Stewart remained hidden

a little longer before

screen went dark, she turned to Stewart. "Aren't you planning