Chapter 22

Aurora's POV
The next day, I was allowed to go home, and a sense of joy flowed through me. The realization of the rekindled intimacy with Dante brightened my day. It felt uncomfortable to be angry with my husband for so long. He was an important part of my life, and I was determined to fix our relationship.
“What do you want to get before you go home?” Dante asked, his face soft and caring as he looked at me.
I smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. “I want something special, maybe sushi or our favorite dish?” I replied, imagining how great it would be to be together at home enjoying the food we both love.
Dante nodded in agreement. “Okay, sushi sounds perfect. I know a great place.” He seemed enthusiastic, and the sight of him warmed my heart.
After we left, the walk to the restaurant didn’t feel long, probably because we were sharing stories and laughing about little things. My mind kept wandering to the wonderful moments I had spent with him.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we ordered fresh sushi and other dishes we both loved. As we ate together, the atmosphere between us began to feel comfortable.
Dante also ordered well-done sushi. He wouldn’t let me eat raw meat. He was indeed an understanding husband.
“I’m sorry if it’s been hard lately,” I said, trying to look him in the eye. “I just want us to be better, without getting angry.”
Dante smiled, and in his eyes, I could feel understanding and love. “Me too. We don’t really need to be trapped in those angry feelings. I miss you, Aurora, without any distance between us.”
His words warmed my heart. Slowly, the guilt and tension we once felt began to dissolve. Today was about starting over—about coming together and rebuilding our relationship with love and understanding.
After we finished eating, we returned to the car, and at that moment, I knew that this journey had just begun. All the challenges we had gone through, including the previous worries, would only make us stronger as a couple and parents.
Dante had to go back to the office, and as we were in the car, mixed feelings arose within me. On one hand, I was happy that I had finished so many things and could go back home. However, on the other hand, I was sad to let go of these precious moments and felt a little lonely when he left me.
“Are you okay with me staying?” Dante asked, looking at me closely. There was worry in his eyes as if he sensed the doubt that crossed my mind.
I nodded slowly, although deep down, the loneliness was starting to creep in. “Yes, I’m fine. You have to go back and carry out your responsibilities as CEO. I understand that,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring. “Don’t worry about me.”
Dante kept his eyes on me as if trying to read my mind. “But I’ll always be here if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to contact me, okay?” He reached for my hand, placing the warmth of his palm on top of mine as if to make sure that I knew how important I was to him.
“I will,” I replied, feeling the warmth of his touch. “We’ll be fine. I’ll focus on resting and getting everything ready when you get back.”
After a while, we arrived home. Deep inside, I missed his presence even though we had just parted ways. However, I knew that maintaining a healthy relationship meant supporting each other in our respective responsibilities.
“Don’t be too long, okay?” I called as he prepared to leave. “I’ll miss you.”
“I promise I won’t be long,” he said, his smile warming my heart. “We’ll spend more time when I get back, I promise.”
I watched Dante walk away with mixed feelings—courage to let go of the deep conversation that had just happened, but still holding onto hope for a better future for us. Before he got into his car, I waved, hoping and reassuring him that there was love between us despite the distance.
I rubbed my stomach gently, feeling the small movements inside it as if exchanging messages with the babies growing inside me. Watching Dante slowly leave me, my heart felt warm but also filled with mixed feelings.
“Be careful, okay?” I said, my voice soft and loving as I looked at him one more time before the car drove away.
Dante turned his head for a moment, his face filled with concern and love. “You be careful at home too. I’ll be right back,” he replied, a warm smile on his face before he continued on his way.
After the car disappeared from my sight, I felt a deep mixture of longing and hope. In the silence of the house, I found myself pausing for a moment, realizing how important this moment was—a transition filled with anxiety but also hope for a future together.
I gently felt my belly, speaking silently to the two babies in my womb. “We’re going to be okay. Your father will be back soon, and we’ll be together again. Everything will be okay.”
The warmth of my belly brought a sense of calm to me. Despite the tension outside, here in this room, I promised to take care of myself and our children. Trying to distract myself from my feelings of loneliness, I began to plan what I could do while Dante was gone.
The days ahead needed to be spent in meaningful ways, and perhaps it was time to prepare for his return. There was so much I could do, and I knew I had to stay strong, for my own sake and for theirs.
I felt better after a full night’s rest in the hospital. The good news was that the doctor had advised me not to stress and overthink things. Excited, I decided to call my mom, wanting to let her know that I was home and doing well.