Mr Ceo’s Pregnant Ex-Wife - Chapter 205

The moment my gaze landed on the raven-haired boy, my heart lurched forward. Tears welled my eyes while my chest tightened until I had difficulty breathing.

“Mumm. ” He said, in his soft, childish tone. His large eyes locked to my own.

“Niall.” His name sprung out of my lips.

This was the child I brought with me the night I ran away with my lover. And this child—I almost got him killed.

The thought filled me with indescribable anguish that for a moment I found myself unable to say a word.

How could I do that to an innocent child?

Intense guilt ate me inside as I looked at him. As if a button had been pushed, I remembered the mistake I committed and I realized that I will never forgive myself for dragging a child’s innocent life into danger.

The fact that I nearly lost him from the accident made the pain in my chest unbearable… It was indeed a miracle that we are both able to survive.

I cleared my throat and pulled the door wider, allowing him to enter the room before closing it again.

When we both reached the bed I set my crutches aside and pulled the child into my lap.

He raised his adorable face to me. A pair of midnight eyes peering through exquisite eyelashes stared back at me. He was looking at me closely as if trying to memorize my face in great detail.

Niall looked like a young version of his father. It was hard to imagine that I was so heartless before the accident that I tried to take the child away from Lucas. I completely understand if my husband refused to forgive me. What I’ve done was definitely unforgivable.

The child lifted his tiny hand to my face. The affectionate gesture nearly made me burst into tears.

Niall was a lovely child. He was so sweet also. Perhaps the car accident happened to me so that I will learn to value my child and my husband even if it was all too late.

“Niall? Do you hate mama?” The question burst from my lips before I could even stop myself. I shouldn’t be asking that to a child but my curiosity overpowered my reasons.

Of course, he hates you. A part of my brain told me. And for once, I completely agreed. I was never a good mother to him. I took him for granted and totally neglected him while I was living the life I wanted. How could he not hate me?

The child’s tiny hand framed my cheeks and slowly he shook his head. And in his soft, child voice he told me, “Me lab mumm.”

A tear finally fell from my eyes down to my cheeks. Before I even knew it, terrible sobs emerged from my lips.

“Cry?” He looked at me with a frown scrunching his forehead. “Don’t.” He added as he began wiping my cheeks with his fingers.

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tight. In return, he wrapped his arms around my neck and laid his head on my shoulders.

Just holding this little angel into my arms feels like heaven to me.

For a long moment we stayed that way. I felt fulfilled and happy while I held my son in my arms. When I looked down to check on him I discovered him fast asleep.

Niall looked like an angel with his eyes closed.

With a contented sigh, I leaned on the headboard and closed my eyes. Without me realizing I fell asleep.

The feeling of someone staring at me for a long time woke me up from my peaceful slumber. When my eyes fluttered open, I saw Lucas Nicholas seated on the sofa with his arms folded into his chest and eyes unblinkingly staring at me.

A gasp broke on my lips. I looked at the floor to ceiling glass window and discovered that it was dark. When my gaze shifted to the wall clock it was already past six in the evening. It’s almost dinner.

Panic escalated within me when I discovered Niall was gone in my arms. Lucas, as if he read my thoughts, rose from the sofa and moved closer to me. “Niall had gone downstairs. He’s waiting for you to come down too so the three of us could eat dinner together.” He informed me.

Relief flooded inside me after knowing where our son had gone. “I’m sorry. I fell asleep. I was tired.” I said softly, unable to look him in the eyes. “I’ll just change my clothes and come downstairs.” I added and wished he would immediately leave.

But Lucas didn’t even move. He just stood there, looking at me as if I’m some kind of weird creature. Just when I thought he was going to stare at me forever, he finally spoke. “I’ll wait for you here. You won’t be able to go downstairs alone in that condition.” It was not a plea but an order.

“I-I’m going to change first.”I told him. The heat on my cheeks made me aware of my blush.

Still he didn’t move.

I swallowed hard. “Please leave the room.” I ordered politely, not wanting to sound rude.

“We’re married. I have seen you even without your underwear on. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He replied, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Quietly, he strode to the the wall cabinet and pulled the door open. He snatched a tshirt inside and handed them to me. Embarrassed, I managed to thank him before taking the t shirt from his hand.

With a resigned sigh, I left the bed and turned my back to him. I could feel the weight of his stare behind my back as I stripped my shirt off.

“You have a tattoo.” He said so softly. He was shocked and so was I. I didn’t have any idea I had it.

Before I could even react, he crossed the distance between us in a split second.. Then the warmth of his fingers touched my bare back where my tattoo was imprinted against my skin.