Roommates... with my Ex Boyfriend (Roommates Series: Book #1)

Chapter 32

Lena Monroe

Tomorrow is the day, the day that they attack. Unfortunately, my very dūmb husband thinks that he's still in his twenties, and has decided to join them. He promised me when Jace took over, he would no longer be a part of that life, yet here we are.

"Lena," I hear him call from our bedroom upstairs as I make us breakfast.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Have you seen my black tie?"

Please tell me he's not going out, to a meeting, or something like that. Wade promised me that today would be our day. Yesterday, we spent the day with our babies --- just in case something happens tomorrow, which they assured me that nothing will, and now we're spending the day alone, together. He promised that he would make today special, then again, why am I always surprised? He rarely keeps his promises, always has.

I sigh, and answer him. "It's hanging on the bathroom door."

He thanks me, and I hear his feet moving above me, towards the bathroom. Not even two minutes later, he's downstairs, in the kitchen with me. Even though I'm a little disappointed in him, I can't help, but notice how handsome he looks in his black, and white suit. His eyes flicker around the room, to our different foods for breakfast that are already done, and the ones that I'm just finishing.

Wade smiles at me, but confusion is clear in his eyes. "What's all this?"

"Breakfast," I answer. I look him up, and down playfully. "What's all that?"

He smirks. "Well, two days ago, you said I was a forty year old, weak, used, saggy, tired, old man, so I decided to prove that I'm not that; that I'm still young, and fit."

Oh. So he's not leaving me?

That definitely brings a smile to my face.

I also agree with him. He's definitely not what I said he was, he actually looks better than when we first met.

"I only said that to convince you not to go tomorrow," I admit.

I really don't want him, nor our babies to be risking their lives tomorrow. Losing one of my daughters is enough. Some people think that it's foolish of me to call Lauren my kid, but she was always more mine than her biological parents.

As soon as I turn off the oven, and everything is ready to be eaten, he wraps his arms around my waist. Wade burries his face in to my neck, kissing it lightly a couple of times. He can be so sweet, and loving... sometimes.

"We're going to be fine, I promise," he says. I know my husband, he'll do anything to protect our children, even if it means risking his own life. We've been married for twenty years, half of our lives, I can't lose him now. I haven't gone to bed by myself in twenty years, I really don't want to start tomorrow night. Waiting for them to come home is going to be hęll.  Wade motions to all of the food. "Shall we feast?"

I nod, sending him a reassuring smile. I don't want him to worry about me on top of watching out for himself, and our babies. Since we've known each other since we were five though, a whole thirty five years, he most likely knows that I'm extremely nervous.

Like his daughter and son, as well as when he was younger, Wade inhales his food. It's like he hasn't eaten in days. I didn't even eat a quarter of what I made, and he eats the rest. I was planning on saving some of it for the next few days, but I guess, now I can't since he ate like he was a growing boy. I laugh when he leans back in his chair, looking very full. In fact, he's so full that his stomach is straining against his white dress shirt, and black blazer.