One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 185: Chapter 185
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The morning after all eight suitcases disappeared into airport terminals and train stations, silence settled like dust.
Arielle stood in the doorway of Skylar’s room, the sheets still warm with memory. Damien walked past Julian’s door and paused, hand hovering at the knob.
Neither entered. Neither needed to.
The quiet was already screaming.
Downstairs, the breakfast table was impeccably set—for two.
Damien poured Arielle coffee and reached for the paper, but didn’t read.
Instead, they stared at each other.
“Is this what it’ll be like?” Arielle asked.
Damien nodded slowly. “It already is.”
The house creaked differently now. Every echo was a memory.
Aiden’s laughter bouncing off the hallway.
Leila’s piano scales floating from the parlor.
Amara’s tap shoes against the kitchen tile.
Even Zane’s groan every time someone beat him to the last donut.
Gone.
But not really.
Damien tried fixing the faucet—just to do something. Arielle baked cookies she didn’t want to eat.
They drifted from room to room, hands brushing against door frames, eyes skimming posters, trophies, worn-out plushies no one had the heart to pack.
At night, they sat on the couch with a space between them that once held eight voices.
“I thought I’d be more ready,” Arielle whispered.
Damien said nothing. Just took her hand.
On the third day, they made a list:
Fix the garden gate
Donate old clothes
Host dinners
Relearn silence
Relearn each other
They went out for dinner.
Not as “Mom” and “Dad.”
As Damien and Arielle.
He held the door. She wore her favorite heels. They talked—really talked—for hours.
“I forgot your laugh sounded like that,” Damien said softly.
Arielle smiled. “I forgot it felt like this.”
The house didn’t stay quiet.
Skylar called crying over homesickness.
Zane sent a meme.
Leila texted a video of a street violinist who played her favorite song.
Aiden FaceTimed just to hear them breathe.
Julian emailed his syllabus and asked for critique.
Amara mailed a postcard.
Ava and Arielle had a three-hour call that ended in tears and laughter.
Damien stood in the yard one morning and watched the sun climb.
“They’ll come back,” he said.
Arielle joined him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“They always do.”
They didn’t fill the silence.
They honored it.
Let it breathe.
Let it become sacred.
And slowly, they remembered—
This house was never made to hold children forever.
It was mde to teach them how to fly.
And for the two who built it—
It was time to rediscover what it meant to soar together, again
Arielle stood in the doorway of Skylar’s room, the sheets still warm with memory. Damien walked past Julian’s door and paused, hand hovering at the knob.
Neither entered. Neither needed to.
The quiet was already screaming.
Downstairs, the breakfast table was impeccably set—for two.
Damien poured Arielle coffee and reached for the paper, but didn’t read.
Instead, they stared at each other.
“Is this what it’ll be like?” Arielle asked.
Damien nodded slowly. “It already is.”
The house creaked differently now. Every echo was a memory.
Aiden’s laughter bouncing off the hallway.
Leila’s piano scales floating from the parlor.
Amara’s tap shoes against the kitchen tile.
Even Zane’s groan every time someone beat him to the last donut.
Gone.
But not really.
Damien tried fixing the faucet—just to do something. Arielle baked cookies she didn’t want to eat.
They drifted from room to room, hands brushing against door frames, eyes skimming posters, trophies, worn-out plushies no one had the heart to pack.
At night, they sat on the couch with a space between them that once held eight voices.
“I thought I’d be more ready,” Arielle whispered.
Damien said nothing. Just took her hand.
On the third day, they made a list:
Fix the garden gate
Donate old clothes
Host dinners
Relearn silence
Relearn each other
They went out for dinner.
Not as “Mom” and “Dad.”
As Damien and Arielle.
He held the door. She wore her favorite heels. They talked—really talked—for hours.
“I forgot your laugh sounded like that,” Damien said softly.
Arielle smiled. “I forgot it felt like this.”
The house didn’t stay quiet.
Skylar called crying over homesickness.
Zane sent a meme.
Leila texted a video of a street violinist who played her favorite song.
Aiden FaceTimed just to hear them breathe.
Julian emailed his syllabus and asked for critique.
Amara mailed a postcard.
Ava and Arielle had a three-hour call that ended in tears and laughter.
Damien stood in the yard one morning and watched the sun climb.
“They’ll come back,” he said.
Arielle joined him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“They always do.”
They didn’t fill the silence.
They honored it.
Let it breathe.
Let it become sacred.
And slowly, they remembered—
This house was never made to hold children forever.
It was mde to teach them how to fly.
And for the two who built it—
It was time to rediscover what it meant to soar together, again
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