Chapter 275 Warming Each Other
“Baby, mommy doesn’t hate your daddy right now, so you shouldn’t hate him either. Living with hatred is exhausting,” Ava whispered.
“Your daddy just doesn’t love mommy, that’s all. He sees me as a sister, without romantic love. It was my mistake, my unrequited love.”
“What can you do if a man doesn’t love a woman? Is that an unforgivable sin?”
“Baby, mommy... really tried, but your daddy doesn't love me.”
Ava Anderson’s gaze grew dimmer, a thin mist welling up in her eyes.
She remembered something George Mitchell had said.
“Good thing Ava doesn’t have children, or they’d end up like you, as if under a curse.”
Ava Anderson clutched the fabric over her stomach.
No, my child, mommy won't let this curse befall you.
In the future, no matter whom you love, mommy will support you, and never force you to marry someone you don't love.
“Mom,” the man on the bed suddenly made a sound.
Ava Anderson lifted her head slightly, perking up her ears to listen, as the man mumbled something in his sleep.
He shifted slightly in his slumber.
Ava Anderson threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, padding barefoot over to his bedside.
As she drew closer, she noticed Alexander Mitchell frowning, muttering under his breath.
"Mom, where are you? You and Dad, you don't want me anymore."
Alexander clutched at the corner of the blanket tightly, then let go, only to grasp and release repeatedly as if trying to hold onto something. But in the end, his grip would loosen again and again, his body caught in the midst of a nightmare.
Ava reached out and took his hand.
The moment her small hand was enveloped by his larger one, he settled down, and the furrows in his brow slowly smoothed out.
"Mom, can you tell me a story?"
Ava's eyes were moist. He must be dreaming of his mother from when he was little.
"Mom, please don't go, okay? I can stay with you if Dad doesn't come back."
"Mom, can I sleep in your arms? I'm scared of thunder."
A gust of wind whistled through the window, bringing a chill that made him shiver.
Ava was about to close the window when Alexander gripped her hand tightly, "Don't go, please don't go. When I grow up, I'll take care of Mom. We don't need Dad."
Ava sighed softly, her heart tender as she lay down beside him. She extended her left arm and gently encircled his shoulder, careful to avoid his wounds.
Perhaps sensing the sweet scent of her presence, Alexander's body, which had been tense, began to relax.
He burrowed into Ava's embrace and clung to her, shaking like a three-year-old without a sense of security in his mother's arms.
"Mom, don't go, I'm scared of the thunder."
Ava's hand gently cradled the back of his head, stroking his hair, and she whispered tenderly in his ear, "Mom is here; I'm with you, my dear. Go to sleep."
She planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
Lying in her arms, Alexander seemed extraordinarily peaceful, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth, walking out of his nightmares into comfort.
Ava's eyes glistened with tears.
Alex, when you were little, you knew what happened between your dad and your mom, so why did you follow the same path?
You say I'm different from your mother, you say I don't love you.
But if I did love you, would you change your mind?
No, you wouldn't. You would still marry Isabella Harrington. It's just that if you knew I loved you, you would feel that I was even more pitiable.
Alex, I'll make sure our child doesn't make the same mistakes.
When he grew up, he promised himself that he would ensure his son was with the one he loved and would not cause anyone heartache.
The curse that seemed to haunt Mitchell's Family was finally ready to be broken.
The room was remarkably still, and eventually, Ava Anderson also drifted off to sleep.
Alexander Mitchell lay in her arms, her hand cradling his head as he nestled against her chest. Together, they snuggled close, providing warmth and comfort to each other.
