The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1890

As I was getting ready to get up, I rolled over and felt sore all over my body.

When I noticed the ki*s marks on my skin, I couldn’t help but silently reprimand Caleb.

Despite this, the memories of our wild night made me blush.

Just as I decided to lie back down for a bit longer, I suddenly heard the voices of our two children and Caleb outside.

Elena sounded upset as she said, “Where’s Mommy? I want Mommy!”

Dylan, who usually speaks less, echoed, “We’re looking for Mommy!”

Caleb said firmly, “Mommy is sleeping.

Leave her alone.

I will take you downstairs to play.

”

Elena refused adamantly.

“No, I want Mommy.

We need her!”

Caleb said impatiently, “If you bother your mom again, I will get mad!”

Hearing this, I was wide awake.

Ignoring my soreness, I quickly got dressed and opened the bedroom door, worried Caleb might scold the kids.

When Elena saw me, she looked so sad that tears welled up in her eyes, on the verge of crying.

My heart melted.

I instinctively squatted down, embraced her, and soothed her gently.

“Okay, okay, don’t cry.

Isn’t Mommy right here?”

Right after I finished talking, I moved to lift the kid, but before I could do that, Caleb held her in his arms.

“What are you up to?” I paused for a moment, then shot a glare at Caleb.

Caleb grinned and said, “Is your back feeling better now? Holding a baby can be tough.

Let me handle it.

”

A flash of last night’s passion crossed my mind, making my cheeks warm as I shot Caleb a look of shame and embarrassment.

Caleb, still smiling, gently wiped away Elena’s tears and said, “You really are a little crybaby.

”

Elena frowned and said, “I’m not a crybaby.

I just miss Mommy a lot.

”

I ki*sed my daughter, smiled, and said, “Elena isn’t a crybaby.

Mommy misses you too.

”

Standing beside me, Dylan took my hand and gazed at me with anticipation.

I smiled and gave him a ki*s too.

Dylan laughed joyfully afterward.

Cheering up the kids took some effort.

Once Caleb had taken them downstairs, I finally had a moment to head back to the bedroom for a shower.

Later, I went downstairs and just as I sat down, the kids came over to me.

I wrapped my arms around them, turned to Caleb, and asked, “Is Abby behaving herself today?”

“Don’t worry.

My mother looks after Abby herself every day.

She’s doing fine,” Caleb said, pouring me a glass of milk.