Possessive InLove

Chapter 44: A Sweet Beach Vacation

Chapter 44: A Sweet Beach Vacation

Filip's POV

I had been planning this trip for weeks. After everything that had happened, I knew Rena needed more than words-she needed proof that I was serious about changing, about putting our family first. A beach vacation seemed like the perfect way to give her and Fil a break from the tension and start fresh. I wanted to show her that I was willing to be the husband and father they both deserved.

The day I told her, I was nervous. I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I knew I had to try.

"Rena," I said, catching her as she was sitting in the kitchen, her eyes tired from weeks of worry. "I've been thinking... how about we take a trip? Just the three of us. Some time away from everything."

Her eyes narrowed a bit, guarded as always. "A trip?"

"Yeah. To the beach. I found a house by the ocean. It's quiet, secluded. I thought it might be nice for Fil to have some fun, and for us to relax. No pressure, no expectations-just some time together."

She hesitated, her arms crossed as she looked at me, searching my face for any sign of ulterior motives. I stood there, letting her process, hoping she'd see that this was real.

"And what if I say no?" she asked.

I smiled gently. "Then we stay here. But I think it would be good for all of us. Especially for Fil."

At the mention of our son, I saw her expression soften a bit. Fil had been caught in the middle of our struggles, and I knew Rena was as worried about him as I was.

After a long pause, she sighed. "Okay. We'll go. But this doesn't mean everything is fixed, Filip."

"I know," I said, nodding. "But thank you. I just want to make things better."

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Rena's POV

A beach vacation. It sounded almost surreal after everything that had happened between Filip and me. Part of me wanted to refuse, to stay guarded and distant. But the other part-the part that was exhausted from fighting, from being on edge all the time-wanted to give it a chance. For Fil's sake, and maybe for my own too.

Filip had been trying. I couldn't deny that. He hadn't pushed too hard, hadn't tried to control every aspect of our lives like before. Maybe this vacation was a way to see if he could really change.

So we went.

The house he rented was beautiful-small but cozy, nestled right by the ocean. The sound of the waves was calming, and the fresh sea air made me feel lighter than I had in a long time. Fil's excitement was contagious, and seeing him run toward the water with a smile on his face was enough to make me believe, just for a moment, that everything might actually be okay.

"Mom! Dad! Look at this shell!" Fil called, waving a large seashell in the air as he ran back toward us.

I smiled at him, my heart swelling at the sight of his joy. This was what he needed-a chance to be a kid again, away from the tension at home.

Filip stood beside me, watching Fil with a quiet smile. "He's happy," he said softly.

"He is," I agreed, still cautious but allowing myself to appreciate the moment.

Filip turned to me, his expression serious. "I know this doesn't fix everything, Rena. But I'm trying. I just want us to have a chance to be a family again."

I met his gaze, unsure of what to say. I wasn't ready to forgive him completely, but I could see the effort he was making. Maybe this trip was the first step.

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Filip's POV

The days passed peacefully. Fil spent hours playing in the sand, his laughter filling the air as we built sandcastles and collected seashells. Watching him, I realized just how much I had missed being present, truly present, in his life. This was the kind of father I wanted to be.

Rena had softened too, though I could still sense the walls she kept up between us. I didn't push, knowing that trust would take time. I was just grateful she had agreed to come.

One evening, as the sun was setting, we all sat on the porch overlooking the ocean. Fil was curled up in a chair, tired from a long day of playing, and Rena sat beside me, her eyes focused on the horizon.

"This place is beautiful," she said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"I'm glad you like it," I replied. "I wanted to give you both something peaceful. Something to remind us that we can have this-if we work for it."

Rena sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of her cup. "It's not that simple, Filip. You know that."

"I know," I said, nodding. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I just want you to see that I've changed."

She looked at me then, her eyes soft but still guarded. "You're trying. I'll give you that. But it's going to take more than a vacation to fix us."

"I understand," I said, my voice steady. "I'm not asking for everything to be perfect right away. I just want to start over. To build something better."

Rena didn't respond right away, but after a long pause, she nodded slowly. "We'll see."

It wasn't a promise, but it was a step. And for now, that was enough.

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Rena's POV

As I sat there watching the waves roll in, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Filip was right-it wasn't going to be easy, and it certainly wasn't going to be fixed overnight. But he was trying, and for the first time, I could see that he wasn't just doing it for himself. He was doing it for us.

This vacation wasn't a magic solution to our problems, but it was a start. And maybe, just maybe, it was enough to make me believe that we could find our way back to each other.

For now, I would give him-and us-a chance.

And that, in itself, was something worth holding onto.