Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

"Just making an analogy."

"That's an analogy you can't make," Curtis said, pulling her closer, freeing her worriedly bitten lower lip from her teeth, and gently rubbing it with the tip of his finger for comfort.

"Being your husband isn't about you sacrificing your dreams for me. Let me handle all the problems, okay? You shouldn't feel troubled over anything. Just focus on what you want to do, what you desire. And if there are obstacles, I'll clear them for you."

"How are you going to clear them?"

"Does your answer not include the option of me joining you in Cambridge?"

"You're giving up your company?" Leanne asked. "Your career focus has shifted back home. Going to Cambridge with me, and what about ElitePinnacle? You've taken a long break for me. Caleb's starting to get gray hairs."

"I promoted him to vice president at the start of the year. Not one of those gray hairs is unearned."

Curtis held her close, a sea of tenderness in his brown eyes. "ElitePinnacle can learn to work without me, but I can't do without you guys."

"Leanne, you could stand to be more confident. You're always immovable in my world and on any scale."

Leanne sniffled and hugged his waist, leaning her weight onto him.

"Have I used up all my luck in this lifetime meeting you?"

The misfortunes of her first twenty years seemed compensated for in his presence.

Curtis felt sourness and softness in his heart, brushed the hair from her ear, and bent down to capture her soft lips.

As they kissed, a vigorous "Eh" sounded not far away, making them look up.

In the crib, Betty was energetically kicking her legs.

Only then did Leanne remember she had forgotten the pressing matter.

Curtis picked up the evenly shaken bottle from the bottle warmer, walked over, and started feeding her.

The famished Betty clutched the nipple fiercely, and Curtis, holding the bottle, casually said, "With all that energy, after you finish your milk, how about you stand up and do some jumping jacks?"

Summer came. Leanne had her visa ready, and with Betty and their cat, she set off from Stonebridge Airport. Joy hugged her, tearfully bidding farewell. "With you leaving, when we meet again, I might have aged." Leanne paused for two seconds. "Wouldn't you be aging a bit too fast then?"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"How can you be so dull?" Joy's sadness abruptly ended, and she shifted to hugging four-month-old Betty. Very fond of her, the little one grinned at Joy. Joy didn't want to let go, even contemplating tagging along.

"I've calculated that your house in Cambridge can take one more person. Maybe you should take me along!"

Selina immediately became anxious, grabbing her arm. "If you all leave, leaving me alone here, lonely and sad, what do I do?"

Joy teased, "Once I get there, I'll find a way to bring you over, too."

Their antics amused Leanne. "I'm not leaving forever. You guys can visit me anytime."

Joy quipped, "Then, instead of picking a date, why not just today..."

Standing behind Leanne, listening to their light hearted farewells, Curtis interjected calmly, "There's still room in the luggage. You two could squeeze in."

Joy was speechless.

When they touched down, the ride Curtis set up was already there

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Curtis had perfectly arranged everything, ensuring Leanne and Betty felt no discomfort in the foreign land. Amidst this orderly setup, Leanne embarked on her journey of juggling motherhood and her PhD studies. Meanwhile, Curtis kept up his frequent flyer lifestyle between Stonebridge and this city.