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!"

well and good, but when it came to vying for attention, neither of

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

the fairest

the couch, then propped the phone up

off the couch, peering into the screen. "Mommy, when are you

days, honey,"

or it could be nine days," little Mario said,

glanced

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

the phone. "Just three more days, and Mommy will

beaming. "Mommy's

be like Dad-he said he'd build a snowman with me, but

hiding the

paused, glancing

brought a finger to his lips, signaling

pressed her

"Yeah!

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

in the air, but Stewart remained hidden in the

a little longer before finally

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