My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 1137

Diana and Celeste were chatting in the garden, sipping tea and indulging in desserts—Diana especially, as her cravings were in full swing.

"How's married life treating you?" Celeste asked with a curious smile.

"Good. I really can't complain. Maximus is a great man. Yes, I know he's a bit older than me, but that's never mattered to me. You know, on our honeymoon, the poor guy got jealous a few times…"

"Really?" Celeste asked, surprised.

"Yeah. He kept saying he could be my dad, and that a bunch of younger guys were checking me out. I mean, I never looked at them—I wouldn't, ever. He's the only one I care about. I don't even see anyone else."

"And how are things with you and Peter?" Diana asked, trying to sound casual.

"Good. We're still adjusting to our life together—and to parenting."

"How's it going between you two?" Diana pressed with a little grin.

"I think… really well. I haven't had any complaints so far," Celeste laughed softly.

"You look happy with him," Diana said, nudging her playfully.

"I am. Very happy."

"Have you two set a date for the wedding?"

"No, not yet. But honestly, that's not what matters to me. What matters is that we have a life together, that we love each other, that we love our daughters and everything this family represents. Though, I'll be honest…"

"Go on, tell me…"

"I never thought I could be this happy with someone. After my first husband died, I didn't think happiness like this was even possible—especially not here, in this house," Celeste said, glancing around at her home.

"I'm really glad to hear that. Truly. We've barely talked about your past, but I can imagine it wasn't easy."

Celeste went quiet for a moment, her mind drifting back to those hard days when it was just her and Spike. Whether things were good or not, she still got up every day and fought to move forward.

"Can I tell you something?" Celeste asked cautiously.

"Of course."

"There was a time I was terrified that Peter wouldn't want us. When he first woke up, his eyes were so empty. And they stayed that way for days. He never realized it, but it was obvious—he didn't remember me. It was uncomfortable. He looked at my belly with confusion. I've never told him, but it hurt."

She paused, then smiled. "But now? Now I'm just thankful he stayed with us. He's amazing with the girls. Honestly, I think our daughters feel the same way I do."

"What do you mean?"

"They fall in love with him every time they see him. You should see the way they look at him—it's like he's the most magical thing they've ever seen. And he looks at them the same way. They're his whole world."

"You need to let go of those early moments. That was months ago. If he stayed, it's because he chose to. Have you ever seen even a hint of doubt in his eyes?"

"No, not at all. He's told me that himself—that he stayed because he wanted to. Not because I begged or pushed. But I can't pretend those early days didn't hurt."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify