NovelEnglishChapter 1941 Chapter 1941 Lysander was spot on when he said that kids grow up and carve out their own slice of the sky. They're bound to spread their wings and fly, and they can't live under their parents' wings forever. As parents, we've got to learn to let go, to let them soar freely. That's the truest form of love.
But the thought of her kids actually growing up, not needing her constant care and attention anymore, still made Thalassa's heart ache.
"Look at you, getting all teary," Lysander said, noticing her tears and growing even more concerned. He raised his hand, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that slid down her face.
His rough thumb, grazing over Thalassa's soft cheeks, felt like sparks flying-a tingling, numbing sensation.
It was like a jolt of electricity for Thalassa, wiping away sof the sorrow buried deep in her heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThalassa reached up, holding Lysander's hand against her face, nestling her cheek into his palm. Clutching his hand, she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice soft and tender, "So, it's spouses who get to stay together forever, right?" Lysander's eyes flickered briefly, then filled with a gentle warmth, "Yeah, let's make it official on Monday. We'll go get married." It wasn't a question; it was him telling her, not asking.
Thalassa saw a glimpse of the old Lysander-dominant and unbeatable.
His dominance used to make her nervous, even scared.
But now, his assertiveness gave her an unprecedented sense of security and filled her heart with joy.
She nodded, "Yeah." And then, they both smiled at each other.
They had been through so much over three years, not officially spouses but more than that.
It was high tthey got that marriage certificate.
In the past, misunderstandings clouded their relationship, lacking wholehearted commitment.
But now, things were different. With their hearts wide open, both were ready.
Today was Saturday, tomorrow Sunday, and the registry office was closed until Monday. Lysander and Thalassa agreed to get married the day after tomorrow.
On Sunday, Hertha invited Thalassa out for sretail therapy.
Hertha was quite the chatterbox, especially around Thalassa, never running out of things to say.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as they met, she was all words, catching up on their lives, then quickly shifting the focus to Thalassa.
"Did you visit the quadruplets yesterday? How are they doing? Have the little munchkins grown up?" Hertha had a soft spot for the kids, being their godmother and having helped Thalassa care for them quite a bit. Her attachment to the kids was deep-rooted After three years, she was obviously nostalgic.
Mentioning the kids made Thalassa feel a bit guilty.
"Yeah, they've shot up. Atticus and Dorian are almost as tall asnow. Not just in looks and height, but their preferences and habits have changed a lot," Thalassa mused, pouting slightly.
As Thalassa's best friend, Hertha knew all about her melancholy, wrapping an arm around Thalassa's shoulder's in comfort, "No worries, the more you visit, the better you'll understand their new habits you should focus on the joy of seeing them." "Yeah," Thalassa nodded, feeling a bit better despite her sadness.
Like Lysander said, the kids were growing up and inevitably needed to fly on their own.
"Hey, that barbecue place looks good.
Let's go have shotpot instead!" Hertha's eyes lit up, "A barbecue joint! Spicy and smoky!" X
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