The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Divorced for the second time

As Peach was about to take a spoonful of her cereal, she halted, hearing Elijah call out to her from outside the kitchen, “Babe, Babe...”

When he walked through the doorway, she smiled at the excitement on his face, and she whispered, “Someone is in a good mood this morning?”

“Okay... Okay! Take a look at these!” Elijah said, drawing her bowl of cereals from before her, making Peach pout after her food.

When he rested his phone in front of her and sat down, she frowned at him slightly, picked up her spoon, and started eating her food as he mumbled, mouthful, “Take a look.”

For a moment, Peach watched him shamelessly slurping the milk before she put her focus on the phone and tapped the screen to brighten it.

Gazing at the huge mansion on his screen, Peach frown deepened, raising her head to see that he had laterally put the spoon down and had the bowl in his hand

“Can‘t you just fix a bowl for yourself?” She cried, pouting harder.

“You drain me last night and had me working overtime until this morning... SO the fact that I am starving is your fault,” Elijah said before drinking the last milk directly from the bowl, making Peach sigh.

“You make it sound like I was the only want enjoying myself last night when you were groaning so loud that last night was the one time I was glad that we were not doing it at the motel because my mom was never going to look at us the seen this morning, with those innocent smile...”

“True. But like I said, you encourage me to work harder... So it‘s your fault.”

A laugh escaped her lips at her husband‘s shamelessness, and then she shook her head, focusing on the phone again.

“What are these?” Peach asked, showing his phone to his face.

“Choose one out of the ten for our new home,” Elijah replied, reaching for the cereal box.

“You are kidding,”

“Nope,”

add milk, she frowned slightly, mumbling, “Hon, these places look like

with high–standard security cameras, and it‘s in a fence... We both know that your family is crazy.... between kidnapping you and trying to kill me...” Elijah

that Peach was about to lose it in, five, four, three, two, “They did what?!”

made him flinch, and then he pushed the bowl of cereal in from

to say is that... they are plain crazy, and we can‘t continue living in this hotel, so if I am taking you home, I want it to be somewhere safe, where we won‘t have to worry about them,” Elijah explained, taking a spoon full of cereal and placing it on her lips, hitting it slightly against her mouth when she refused to open up.

finally ate his peace offering and then drew a deep breath before raising her eyes

know how much you invested in it to kick it off after Elmer nonsense, but after such a huge project, buying a mansion or villa is not the best decision, especially when you are shouldering all of our financial burdens... Hon, a nice two bedroom...” Peach mumbled, pausing to eat his

that are kicking off pretty well and dividends are decent. So, trust me, we

you have involvement in

“I did not?”

“Elijah,”

she frowned at him, Elijah sighed heavily, dropping the spoon

trust issue when we got married... I know that it‘s not your fault... But I kept a

never thought I would ever become, and you helped me to do so much better than before... So, I know our past was a bit rocky, but

him a shy

“Cross my heart.”

everything will be alright?”

“I do.”

of it, squeezing her hand again before he

last photo of a beautiful mansion with a cozy back garden, and then he whispered, “I can see us raising little humans in a place

all her teeth were showing, her

around his neck, giving him repeated short kisses on his lips, before she spoke, still pressed against

house, and I have already booked an appointment with the real estate agent,” Elijah replied, leaning

of harsh footsteps and someone screaming angrily

Jewel muttered under her breath, tossing the fork on her plate, and resting

eyes, Madam Jewel frowned deeper, and he stormed

in her face,

before falling on the

with it?!... This is all your fault! Every damn thing