MasukSienna's POV
I slowly gazed upwards, pondering on pertinent matters.He didn't answer right away. Just a brief moment, he looked at me and then said, "I feel my gratitude that you are still here with our son."The room became quiet, but not the cold or awkward state. I was so disturbed by the silence that I wanted to remain silent, just to let his words drift in the air.Noah was unsure about the significance of the conversation and so put his hands on the table with a smile. "Daddy, look! I finished my milk!"Liam smiled and raised the glass. "That's really impressive," he declared. “You can count on Daddy to give you an extra slice of bread for tomorrow.”"Noah has a strong fondness for bread," he stated, holding his hands together with joy.Then I laughed as much, and when my gaze met Liam again the words just popped, “I loved you, there was nothing but a small smile.”My thoughts had been occupied with the question I wanted to ask since lSienna's POV Noah's face became too serious to hold his father' s hand while he said, "Deal!" Without realizing the truth, I just smiled. It had that enticing feeling of being with such close, warm hands once again, without the invisible distance between us.The only language Liam knew was silence, and he would be stiff in the mornings. Nevertheless, the barrier between us had started to crumble gradually.He finished one last cup of coffee and then looked back at me. "If you ever want to go on a vacation, I'll take you to the airport." I gazed upwards, taken aback but relieved. “Let’s go with you?" With a stoic expression, he smiled softly. "No. My sole desire is for you to leave with a sense of tranquility. That's all." I nodded softly. “Thank you." "Noah wants to take Mommy too!" Noah's voice filled with delight. "I'll give you the biggest hug before we depart." My lips softened as I smiled at him. "Let's just leave that hug, okay?"
Sienna's POV I slowly gazed upwards, pondering on pertinent matters.He didn't answer right away. Just a brief moment, he looked at me and then said, "I feel my gratitude that you are still here with our son." The room became quiet, but not the cold or awkward state. I was so disturbed by the silence that I wanted to remain silent, just to let his words drift in the air.Noah was unsure about the significance of the conversation and so put his hands on the table with a smile. "Daddy, look! I finished my milk!" Liam smiled and raised the glass. "That's really impressive," he declared. “You can count on Daddy to give you an extra slice of bread for tomorrow.”"Noah has a strong fondness for bread," he stated, holding his hands together with joy.Then I laughed as much, and when my gaze met Liam again the words just popped, “I loved you, there was nothing but a small smile.”My thoughts had been occupied with the question I wanted to ask since l
Sienna's POV It was a quiet morning. The only sounds heard were the chirping of birds outside the window and the gentle breeze that passed through the curtains with half its length. Standing near the sink, I gazed at my reflection in the kitchen mirror that had a slight fog. Although I experienced slight puffiness under my eyes, the morning was relatively lighter.I remember Liam's eyes and the warmth of his touch that Mrs. was able to appreciate last night. Wilson's soft laughter, and Noah's noakes in his sleep, even when he dreams. All of it seemed like fragments of a life that had been lost, slowly being reconstructed.Footage echoed out of the living room. As I turned, I observed Liam entering the kitchen wearing a gray t-shirt and casual pants, with his hair bunted up. His hand held a slice of toast. "Morning," his voice beats with sound, as though he was sleeping heavily.I smiled softly. “Morning. You're up earlier than usual." "Understood, not at all,"
Sienna's POV The door was approached slowly with ease. Coolness was present outside the house during the night, with the scent of flowers emanating from the small garden in front. I gazed at the sky and then glanced back at Liam, whose face was softly illuminated by the porch light.Despite the heat that persisted throughout the night, I still felt Mrs. Wilson. The hugs from Wilson are still on my mind."Thanks for joining me, sweetheart," she whispered. "I couldn't be happier with you tonight." I stayed silent by nodding, anxious that my voice would become shaken if I spoke.A combination of gratitude and emotion pressed into my chest at the same time. We finally managed to talk it out without the weight of history weighing down our conversation.I felt like there was no noise coming from inside the car. Noah slept on his back, resting his head on a small pillow. The engine's gentle hum and the blurry, flickering windshield of streetlights made the
Sienna's POV Mrs. Wilson, “Now in charge of spoiling Noah for you.”Her reply was as Mrs. Wilson looked at her grandson with a soft and loving gaze."Grandma, I'll never want to be spoiled," Noah quipped. Tomorrow I will be there for Mommy!" I smiled warmly. “Oh yeah? Sweetheart, how will you assist Mommy? Please answer.”“Bake cakes!” Excitedly, he exclaimed, "This is the same spoon I gave to my Grandmother today!" He continued waving his spoon.Everyone laughed. "That's a great idea," Mrs. Wilson nodded in agreement. “If you come back next time, we will be cooking together.”Noah exclaimed, "Yeah, good," while clapping his hands. "Daddy has to come in and assist me." Then proceed further, adding, "Okay, that's okay!" Liam displayed a serious attitude. "Daddy might have to taste the outcome?" Noah quickly responded with a "no" and an angry expression. "Daddy has to stir! Otherwise, the bread will burn!" Our laughter burst out again
Sienna's POV I was shocked, hearing Mrs. Wilson's words were so true and full of feeling that they made the whole room silent.Liam, who had been quiet all this while finally spoke his voice soft but firm. “It’s my fault too, Mom. I know I wasn’t the sort of husband she deserved back then. I was too occupied ignoring truth, ignoring feelings I should’ve let myself to have.”I looked at him. His stare was deep, so true that it made my breath stop."But now," he went on, "I don’t want to make the same error again. I want to fix things right not from guilt but because I really wish to."He gazed right at me, and his tone got gentler. “I wish to understand how to care for you, Sienna. Truly. Not by push, not with the load of the past. I want us to make something nicer than what we had at home, together with Noah, and with all the things we never had time to feel.”I stopped. His words cut through the walls I had made for a long time to k







