Little Mario kept going on about how nice Daddy’s voice was, and now even she was curious to hear it for herself!
Briony could see right through her daughter’s little scheme, so she grinned and said, “Well, why don’t you ask your dad in a bit? If he’s busy, then you can always call me again, okay?”
“Okay!” Little Mario paused for a second, scrunching up her brows. “Mom, there’s something I find really weird!”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Tonight when Daddy played with us in the backyard, he kept lifting me up onto the slide. He did it so many times I lost count… then all of a sudden, he started coughing. He looked like he was really uncomfortable.”
Briony froze.
Her daughter’s words made her think of what James had told her earlier in the evening.
Could something really be wrong with Stewart’s health?
“Little Nina, are you talking to Mommy?”
A deep male voice sounded from the other end of the line.
Briony snapped back to attention.
“Daddy, I’m talking to Mommy,” Little Nina said, holding up her smartwatch. “Do you want to say hi to her?”
Stewart hesitated for a brief moment, staring at the watch she held out to him.
On the other end, Briony went quiet too.
The air grew tense.
With both adults silent, Little Nina frowned and said, “Daddy, you’re a gentleman, right? Our teacher says boys should be polite. Mommy is shy, so you should say hi to her first!”
Stewart couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s grasp of social niceties, his gaze softening.
He curved his lips into a gentle smile and spoke in his warm, mellow voice. “Good evening, Bryn.”
Briony hesitated for a heartbeat, then replied, “Good evening.”
She couldn’t bring herself to be too standoffish with her daughter watching.
“Mommy, Daddy talked to you first. Shouldn’t you check on him too?” Little Nina piped up.
Briony fell silent for a moment, and Stewart furrowed his brow, just about to tell his daughter not to put Mommy on the spot. But then he heard Briony say—
“Stewart, Little Nina said you were coughing tonight?”
He went still, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. “Bryn, are you concerned about me?”
“I just want to know if you’ve caught a cold.” Briony’s tone was cool. “If you are, I don’t want you passing it on to the kids.”
The little flicker in Stewart’s heart fizzled instantly.
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