Ex-husband’s Regret

I pressed down on his hand, which was exploring further, my breath starting to become erratic.

I struggled to speak, my words coming out in fragmented bursts.

"I'm talking to you... Frank! Don't... no, um..."

As night fell, the sea breeze was cool.

But the floor-to-ceiling window was fogged up.

When my hand slid down, it was covered by a broad palm, our fingers intertwined as he pressed them back against the window. "Eek-"

It was Sparrow's sudden noise that hit the pause button.

Instinctively, I pulled away from Frank's embrace and ran to the crib.

Sparrow had woken up, playing with her little feet, being unusually well-behaved and not crying at all

When she saw me, she smiled, making little sounds as if trying to talk to me.

My heart softened immediately, I reached out to poke her cheek and hurried to the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, Frank was blocking the door.

I took a step back to let him through, clearing my throat a bit nervously. "Um, it's about time, you should go shower too, and then we can join everyone for dinner." Frank didn't say anything and headed into the bathroom, and I kindly closed the door behind him.

Just as I picked up Sparrow, my phone rang.

I freed one hand to check the phone.

It was my mom.

"How are you all having dinner? Why don't you just let me take care of Sparrow? You both enjoy your honeymoon."

I felt my face heat up instantly but forced myself to stay calm.

"We're all having dinner together, we're heading out now."

Realizing I couldn't avoid it, I figured it was best to leave the baby with my mom. "As for Sparrow... that'll be a bit of a hassle for you!" really couldn't handle it like Frank did.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I didn't want such a small child to hear those embarrassing sounds.

Click.

The bathroom door opened.

I glanced over and quickly averted my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

'Great.'

He wasn't even wrapping a towel around himself now.

Turning my back to him, I said, "Mom just messaged us to eat."

Frank responded with a simple "okay,"

I knew that the sudden pause frustrated him.

But I really couldn't take any more.

However, this issue couldn't just be brushed aside, I planned to have a serious talk with him after dinner.

Couples shouldn't let conflicts linger overnight, problems needed to be addressed promptly.

"Hold the baby for a moment."

I was sure he had gotten dressed, so I handed the baby to him and went to get changed.

My mom was already waiting at the door. When she saw Frank and me coming out, she paused slightly before reaching out. "Let me hold her." "It's fine, Mom, I'll carry her."

Frank finished speaking and stepped ahead towards the elevator.

My mom quietly asked me, "Did you two argue?"

shook my head. "Don't worry. I can handle it."

My mom didn't want to interfere with our matters. "I know you handle things well."

I whispered to her, "I wanted you to enjoy time with Jason, and now I'm giving you the baby instead."

My mom replied, "It's only for a couple of days during your honeymoon. When you go back, you'll take care of her yourself."

I laughed. "Oh, just the other day you said it was absolutely impossible, now you've already made plans to enjoy your time later."

My mom shot me a look. "You're a mother now, stop acting like a child."

I looped my arm through hers. "Who am I? I'm your daughter, of course, I'll be a child in front of you."

Jason stood by, watching us smile.

Frank had already entered the elevator, holding the door open for us.

Sparrow leaned on his shoulder, reaching out for me, making little cooing sounds.

I took her tiny hand, playing peek-a-boo with her.

She giggled, drooling with excitement as she tugged at her dad's hair.

Frank pretended to wince in pain, regardless of whether she understood, he said seriously, "If you keep

pulling your daddy's hair out, he won't look handsome anymore, and then your mommy won't want me and will find you a new daddy."