The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 187

HANNAH’S POV:

"I married all of you," he said softly, his voice warm and sincere. "Your brilliant mind, your beautiful chaos, your enormous heart. I love every single part."

I tilted my head back to look up at him, meeting his warm eyes. God. Even after all this time, after everything we'd been through, after six months of marriage, he still looked at me like I was something simultaneously fragile and fierce.

Like I was precious and powerful at the same time.

I felt so incredibly lucky and so grateful, every single day.

We spent the next hour or so doing absolutely nothing important, which was exactly what vacation was supposed to be about.

Music played softly from the speaker Jacob had set up. He was outside at the grill, arguing loudly with Cherry about proper seasoning techniques for fish. Cherry insisted he was using too much spice. Jacob insisted she'd lost her taste buds to pregnancy.

Lucas had finally relaxed enough to start teasing Martin about his terrible taste in music.

"I'm just saying," Lucas announced, waving his drink around for emphasis, "if I wanted to feel emotionally attacked and depressed, I would call my mother. Not listen to this sad playlist you've got going."

Elijah and I both laughed.

Martin smirked, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of Lucas. "You absolutely loved this song when we first met. You said it reminded you of falling in love."

Lucas visibly paused. I quickly looked away, trying not to intrude on the moment, and discreetly muttered under my breath, "Oop."

There was a beat of charged silence.

Then Lucas said quietly, his voice different, "That was different. Everything was different then."

I pretended not to notice the way Martin's entire expression softened with longing and regret.

"Yeah?" He pulled me closer by my waist, his hands warm against my skin through the thin fabric. "I'm glad you approve."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. "I definitely approve."

"You know what I'm thinking right now?" he asked, his voice dropping lower as he started leaving slow kisses along my neck.

"Elijah..." I warned, but it came out breathy instead of firm.

"I'm thinking that you look good enough to eat," he murmured against my skin, his kisses becoming more intense, turning into light sucking that would definitely leave marks.

"Uhn uhn," I said, even though my body was responding to him in ways that made me want to give in. "You need to keep the little man in your pants. We have dinner with our friends, and I'm actually hungry for real food."

Elijah pulled back and laughed out loud. "Little man? You know for a fact there is absolutely nothing little about him."