One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 112: Chapter 112
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It started with whispers and secret meetings behind closed doors.
The kids—Elijah, Iris, Jonah, and even little Lily—were up to something. Arielle noticed it first. The quiet huddles, the painted cardboard pieces hidden behind beds, the suspicious glitter trails on the stairs.
But she said nothing. She let it unfold.
On the first clear evening of spring, Iris stood proudly at the living room door with a handmade sign: Royal Theater, One Night Only.
Arielle blinked.
Damien smiled.
“I present,” Iris declared, “a story of power, heart, and one fierce mama.”
The living room had been transformed. Throw blankets draped like curtains, fairy lights hung in arcs across the ceiling. Stuffed animals filled the front row. Jonah operated the flashlight spotlight. Lily clutched her bunny and served imaginary tea.
Elijah walked onstage—playing the “King” who was lost in battle.
“I go now, to protect the land,” he proclaimed, wearing Damien’s old blazer with the sleeves rolled.
Then came Iris, playing the “Queen.” She wore one of Arielle’s old scarves like a cape, her chin raised high.
“I will hold the kingdom while you are gone,” she declared, “and I will protect our children with everything I have.”
Damien’s heart twisted.
Arielle didn’t blink.
Scene after scene played out.
Jonah narrated: how the Queen stood before giants (a boardroom of teddy bears), how she fought the shadows (a paper dragon), how she dried her children’s tears at night.
Iris, as the Queen, cradled Lily and whispered: “We are still a family, even when one of us is missing.”
And then, in the final scene, the King returned.
Elijah stepped back into the living room, now wearing a crumpled cloak and leaning on a cane.
“I was gone,” he said. “But the Queen saved the kingdom.”
And all the children surrounded Iris, placing a crown—glittered and bent—upon her head.
Damien choked on his breath.
He blinked fast. Wiped his eyes.
Arielle reached for his hand but never looked away from the stage.
“She kept it together,” he whispered.
“No,” she replied softly, “they held me together.”
Jonah, breaking character, ran into her lap.
“You’re our mama. You’re the empire.”
Iris followed. Elijah, quieter but steady, stood behind them all. And Lily climbed into Damien’s lap, then reached to touch Arielle’s belly.
“Baby prince or baby queen?” she asked.
Arielle smiled, full and trembling.
“We’ll find out soon.”
Later that night, Damien placed the glitter crown on Arielle’s nightstand.
He kissed her knuckles as she lay resting.
“You really did save us,” he said.
“No,” she whispered. “We saved each other.”
And that night, they slept like kings and queens no longer at war—only love and peace reigning over them.
The kids—Elijah, Iris, Jonah, and even little Lily—were up to something. Arielle noticed it first. The quiet huddles, the painted cardboard pieces hidden behind beds, the suspicious glitter trails on the stairs.
But she said nothing. She let it unfold.
On the first clear evening of spring, Iris stood proudly at the living room door with a handmade sign: Royal Theater, One Night Only.
Arielle blinked.
Damien smiled.
“I present,” Iris declared, “a story of power, heart, and one fierce mama.”
The living room had been transformed. Throw blankets draped like curtains, fairy lights hung in arcs across the ceiling. Stuffed animals filled the front row. Jonah operated the flashlight spotlight. Lily clutched her bunny and served imaginary tea.
Elijah walked onstage—playing the “King” who was lost in battle.
“I go now, to protect the land,” he proclaimed, wearing Damien’s old blazer with the sleeves rolled.
Then came Iris, playing the “Queen.” She wore one of Arielle’s old scarves like a cape, her chin raised high.
“I will hold the kingdom while you are gone,” she declared, “and I will protect our children with everything I have.”
Damien’s heart twisted.
Arielle didn’t blink.
Scene after scene played out.
Jonah narrated: how the Queen stood before giants (a boardroom of teddy bears), how she fought the shadows (a paper dragon), how she dried her children’s tears at night.
Iris, as the Queen, cradled Lily and whispered: “We are still a family, even when one of us is missing.”
And then, in the final scene, the King returned.
Elijah stepped back into the living room, now wearing a crumpled cloak and leaning on a cane.
“I was gone,” he said. “But the Queen saved the kingdom.”
And all the children surrounded Iris, placing a crown—glittered and bent—upon her head.
Damien choked on his breath.
He blinked fast. Wiped his eyes.
Arielle reached for his hand but never looked away from the stage.
“She kept it together,” he whispered.
“No,” she replied softly, “they held me together.”
Jonah, breaking character, ran into her lap.
“You’re our mama. You’re the empire.”
Iris followed. Elijah, quieter but steady, stood behind them all. And Lily climbed into Damien’s lap, then reached to touch Arielle’s belly.
“Baby prince or baby queen?” she asked.
Arielle smiled, full and trembling.
“We’ll find out soon.”
Later that night, Damien placed the glitter crown on Arielle’s nightstand.
He kissed her knuckles as she lay resting.
“You really did save us,” he said.
“No,” she whispered. “We saved each other.”
And that night, they slept like kings and queens no longer at war—only love and peace reigning over them.
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