Semua Bab Too Late for Regret: My Husband and My Son: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Viviennes POVAs the footsteps got closer I stood up from the sofa. My body felt weird like it was light and heavy at the time. It was light because Julian was finally home and that made me feel better.. It was heavy because I had been thinking about all the bad things that could have happened to him.When Julian came into the living room I gave him a smile.“You’re home." I said softly.Julian. Closed the door behind him. He looked really tired, like he was carrying a weight on his shoulders.“Sorry I took a while." He said, rubbing his face. "It got complicated.”I shook my head. "It’s okay. I’m used to waiting." Then I asked, "Did Ophelia find a place to stay?”Julian let out a long sigh. He was not just tired, he was also frustrated. He took off his jacket. Sat down on the sofa.“She’s so difficult, Vivienne. I’m already tired. She kept being picky about hotels. This one was not good enough, that one was too

Vivienne's POV Julian nodded again, slower this time.I went to the room with a bed, grabbed a small cover and one more cushion, then went back to the place where we sit.When I got back, ͏Julian had slumped more into the couch, his eyes shut but it was clear he wasn’t really asleep yet.I put the cushion next to him and opened the sheet, then lay it on him softly.My moves were soft, nearly natural, like a routine long stuck.Julian opened his eyes a bit as I lifted the blanket up to his chest. “Thank you,” he said softly.I just gave a small smile. “Get some rest.”He stared at me for a tiny bit more, like he wanted to say other things.But at the end, he just nodded weakly and shut his eyes once more.I stood there for a moment, watching him.He seemed way more tired than he wished to let on.The marks on his brow didn’t fully go away, even with his eyes shut, like his mind was stil

Vivienne's POV Mornings like this were rare for me, calm, warm, almost perfect. That was exactly what made them feel so fragile like they could break at any moment.Because I knew moments like this wouldn't last long I thought to myself."After this we'll go to the hospital, okay Maximilian?" Julian said, suddenly breaking the silence.I nodded. "Okay we will go to the hospital, Julian."Maximilian immediately looked up. "Can I come, please Mom?" he asked quickly.I exchanged a brief glance.Julian smiled faintly. "If you come you have to be patient, okay Maximilian? No running there, you have to be good."Maximilian nodded eagerly. "I can, I promise, Dad."I smiled at him. "We'll see Moms condition first, okay Maximilian? We have to make sure Mom is okay."He pouted a little. Didn't argue.I reached out. Fixed his messy hair. "The important thing is you finish your breakfast first, Maximi

Julians POVThe hospital waiting room is a place where time moves slowly. The clock on the wall keeps ticking but it feels like it is not moving at all. I am sitting here with Maximilian on a blue chair and Vivienne is behind that tightly closed door getting chemotherapy.Every time I look at that door I feel my chest get tight. I get anxious and scared. It feels like something is squeezing me. I never get used to this no matter how many times we come to the hospital. This part is always really hard.Maximilian is sitting quietly beside me being more quiet than usual. His legs are swinging a little. His eyes keep looking at the door just like mine. He is so young. He already has to understand what it means to lose someone. I look at him. Then I look away from the door to his face trying to see what he is really feeling.He does not say anything. I see that his fingers are tightly closed in his lap. He does this when he is anxious. I swallow hard. My ch

Julian's POVI let him stay that way. Because that was the way he could hold himself together right now and that was the only way I could keep myself from falling apart completely.I leaned my head back against the chair. I closed my eyes for a moment. Vivienne's face appeared instantly in my mind.Her pale face this morning. Her forced smile. The way her eyes tried to look strong even though I knew Vivienne was holding back much.I clenched my hand slowly. I should have been able to do more for Vivienne.I should have been able to ease Vivienne's pain. The truth was I couldn’t do anything except wait out here like this.That feeling of helplessness was suffocating me.I opened my eyes again. I looked at that door once more. Still closed. Still silent. Still a barrier I couldn’t cross.Maximilian let out a yawn but forced himself to stay awake. I glanced at Maximilian.“Are you tired?" I asked Maximili