The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Zane and I were glad that Willow could talk to us.

"And then?" I asked.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Willow pouted, Inoking disappointed. "Mommy, how do I tell my classmates that you made all those amazing drawings for me?"

She wanted to show off but just didn't know how.

"What if you wrote in the book that I drew these pictures?" I suggested.

Willow frowned even more. "I can't write, and they probably can't read, either!"

I was taken aback. She had a point. Kindergartens these days didn't emphasize teaching reading and writing. We needed to come up with a different solution. "Why not ask Daddy? He might have some ideas," I said.

"Okay." Willow still looked pretty down. It seemed she didn't have much hope for Zane either. She shuffled over to the bedroom door

and knocked.

"Come in," Zane called out. His tone was cold, like a strict boss.

I glanced at Willow, who slowly opened the door, walked over to Zane, and shared her problem.

Zane thought briefly before carefully suggesting, "What if we get a small speaker? You could record your message and let it play on a loop"

Willow's face lit up right away, "That's perfect, Daddy!"

She wrapped her arms around Zane's arm and said, "Daddy, you're awesome! Let's go get one right now!"

Without waiting for Zane to say no, she started tugging him downstairs. I followed right behind them.

Zane couldn't help but smile at Willow's excitement. "We can ask someone to help us buy it."

Willow tilted her head, looking at Zane with curiosity. He pulled out his phone, quickly placed the order, and completed the payment. Someone accepted it almost right away. "Wow!" Willow's jaw dropped in amazement.

Zane softly ruffled her hair. "I'll set it up for you later. I still have some work to finish, so why don't you head to bed first?"

With her problem solved, Willow happily returned to her room, took off her little slippers, and climbed into bed. I sat beside her and read a bedtime story

Kids like her didn't have many worries. Before I could finish the short story, she was already breathing steadily. It looked like she had fallen asleep.

I watched her peaceful face, her round cheeks were rosy and fair. She looked absolutely adorable. I couldn't help but lean over and kiss. her cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

After we spent some time getting to know each other, she realized that I truly loved her and wasn't going anywhere. She grew more confident and started coming to me directly when she had issues. It felt amazing.

I switched off the light and quietly closed the door. I was about to return to my room when I spotted Zane standing at the study door. "Do you mind if we talk?" he asked.

I didn't talk to him much. Most of our conversations were about Willow. So, if he was looking for me, it probably had to do with her.

I was aware of this, so I smiled and said, "Of course not. Let's talk"

Instead of heading to the brightly lit living room this time, we stepped out onto the balcony on the second floor. The night breeze brushed against us gently, carrying a refreshing, chill that felt nice. Zane besitated for a bit before finally asking "How long were you married to your ex-husband?

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