Alex's POV
I took Ethan home after a few more hours of questioning the other kids. I have never been so eager to get out of there. I just wanted—no needed to take Ethan home. I think we both needed a little time away from all of that.
I went into the kitchen and was going to make one of his favorites, but then I realized things might have changed since he was nine. Ethan came into the kitchen and I smiled at him. "You hungry?" I asked him and he nodded. "What would you like?" He looked around for a second and then a small grin appeared on his face and he looked at me. "You still have your favorite?" I asked and he nodded. I guess a mom just knew, so I put a pot of water to boil and put a thing of pasta on the counter. Once it finished cooking, I added butter and salt and done. I gave him a big bowl—I think he deserved it.
I watched him eat and he did look happy to say the least. Of course, then I remember its been what? Four years since he's been with James and I. Who is to say if he's had a good sized meal—or any good food since then. And this being his favorite, it's probably like a dream.
After he was finished, he went into his room and I tried calling James again. No answer. Maybe he was on the plane? Or maybe he couldn't make it and decided avoiding me in this situation was a good option; in this case, the second choice would be reasonable, but still.
If I was away and I got the phone call I would have quit my job if I had to. I sighed as I then heard the door bell and went to answer it. As I was going, I saw Ethan.
"Do I have to go back?" Ethan asked.
"Not tonight." I told him. Over my head body, we both needed at least a few hours here. Today was a lot on both of us. I went and opened the door and couldn't believe who was there: my husband.
"James." I said—I didn't know what to say.
"Why isn't it my wife Alexandra Blake." He said and I rolled my eyes. I hated it when he calls me that and he knows that.
"Shut up and get in here." I said and he stepped in and I closed the door. I threw my arms around and I don't think I have ever been so happy to see him. "I'm so happy, you're here." I said—I felt like I could cry. Now it's like I had my family back. Both my son and now my husband.
"I am too." James replied. I then kissed him. I knew that he really wanted to see if it was true about Ethan, so I then led him down the hall to his room. There he was, our son only older. I looked at James and he looked how I was when I first saw him.
"Ethan." James said and I saw tears forming in his eyes.
"Dad." Ethan said and then walked over to him and James hugged him tightly, holding him close as he never wanted to let go. I saw James cry—I haven't seen him cry since we lost Ethan. This was the good kind of crying. I joined the two boys and started crying again—we had our family back.
Sorry the updates are short, but my inspiration is low for this story, but I don't want to abandon it.
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