Win My Husband Over to Find My Child
Chapter 419: I Wish I Could Call You Sweetheart

Chapter 419: I Wish I Could Call You Sweetheart

Leslie sucked in a sharp breath, unable to believe what Calix had just told her. Bewilderment drowned the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. His words echoed again in her mind.

"Calix... did you just say you dreamed of them when all three of us... slept together?"

Calix smiled sheepishly, noticing the disbelief in Leslie’s tone. Her reaction was intelligible, already foreseeable by him.

Exhaling a sigh, Calix uttered, "It’s hard to believe, en? I came to the conclusion after several trials."

"Yes... I really didn’t expect that," replied Leslie truthfully, her voice subdued, "So, you wouldn’t dream when it’s just either me or Poppy?"

"Yes."

Calix narrated further about the particular story, confessing that he didn’t think much about the possibility until later. None of those dreams came when their family didn’t sleep together.

"I don’t know why such things happened," Calix enunciated his words, putting more weight on them, "Every time I sleep with you and Poppy together, I know I’ll get another dream about them."

Leslie blinked, still trying to register the rest of Calix’s words in her mind. She thought she had prepared herself for every possibility well but, she was just being naive.

There was more to the story and he hadn’t told her everything yet.

He also mentioned something about coincidences. She yearned to hear about them too.

What else? What else she didn’t know?

Calix sensed a slight change from Leslie, leading him to frown. She was generally calm before but, now tension seemed to shroud her entire being.

Taking his right hand from Leslie’s grasp, Calix gently stroked one side of her head. Circling her thumb slowly on her temple, he uttered, "Should we take a breather, Leslie? Wanna go to the balcony?"

Leslie blinked, looking from Calix to the closed French doors of the balcony. The moon was exceptionally bright today, basking the entire city under its soft glow.

"En. Let’s go there."

Calix rose to his feet before offering his hands to Leslie. She slowly stood up, the hem of her nightgown fell around her calves.

Calix purposely matched Leslie’s walking pace as they made their way to the balcony, knowing she couldn’t walk quickly yet. Once he opened one of the white paneled doors, a gust of cool breeze slipped into the room.

Calix led Leslie to the bamboo swing chair standing in a corner of the balcony. The husband and wife sat on the plush cushion as they took in the refreshing night breeze.

"The garden looks prettier. Maybe because of the lights."

Leslie threw her eyes to the surrounding garden. The lampposts outstretched their lights, sprinkling on the tips of the grass, the topiaries, flower beds and pebbles.

"It is," Calix glanced to the yard before settling his gaze on Leslie’s side profile, "Sadly, we can’t see the lake from here."

Leslie smiled faintly, agreeing with Calix. She could perfectly recall the night scene of the lake in the backyard.

As the moonlight beamed through the lake, the gentle ripples on the surface would sparkle like tiny diamonds. The glow of the fairy lights from the deck also would dance on the lake.

The scene was indeed a magnificent one. But... this was not the time to be charmed by it. Her heart still yearned for the answers she hadn’t gotten from him.

Tearing her gaze away from the garden below, Leslie looked at Calix’s face. Her eyes lingered momentarily on the two moles under his left eye. The passing breeze gently brushed his bangs.

Lifting her right hand, Leslie lightly placed her fingertips on Calix’s face. She noticed the way his eyes glinted softly when she did that. His smile also mellowed.

’He looks so calm.’

Calix’s calmness reminded her of the lake in the backyard. Leslie believed she was the only one inwardly shaken by his stories despite being able to feign her true feelings earlier.

Leslie brushed her thumb on Calix’s moles before bringing her hand down. With her eyes locked into his, she quietly asked, "Calix, can you tell me about... the coincidences you mentioned earlier?"

What kind of coincidences?

Were they... similar to what she had thought before[01]?

"There are several things..." Calix parted his lips, speaking slowly without peeling his eyes away from Leslie, "For example, our daughter’s crochet fox toy."

Leslie gasped, "...do you mean Mimo?"

"Yes."

Calix brought up seeing a crochet fox toy exactly similar to Mimo in his first dream[02]. He emphasized how he thought they simply looked the same before he encountered the other coincidences.

The strawberry milk that tasted the same as the one Leslie used to make for him[03] and several minor things like dancing under the moonlight and receiving help when making dumplings[04].

"I actually assumed my dreams were somewhat influenced by what I had done too. But, I felt really weird when they started talking about marriage and having children."

Leslie clasped her hands together, her heart beating erratically the more she listened to Calix. She could roughly guess what he would say next.

"Were there anything specifics that caught your attention?"

"You can say so," Calix nodded before taking a brief pause. He sighed softly, "If they had a daughter, the man said he wanted to call her ’buttercup’."

Leslie’s heart sank. Calix’s words aligned with the suspicions in her heart. She still remembered the first day he addressed Calliope with that nickname back at the orphanage[05].

"And... there’s something about how he called his lover too," Calix smiled sheepishly. When he spoke again, his voice dripping with honey, "Whenever he called her ’sweetheart’, I wish I could call you like that too."

Leslie froze.

Sweetheart.

The endearment her first lover used on her.

Slowly curling up her lips, Leslie sensed the trembling of her heart. Her eyes were gradually blurred by unshed tears.

"Leslie... What’s wrong?" Calix panicked once he saw the change in Leslie’s eyes, "D-did I say something wrong?"

Leslie hurriedly shook her head. She reached for Calix’s hands, trying to reassure him that she was alright.

Parting her lips, Leslie softly asked, "Calix, if you call me sweetheart, which endearment do you want me to call you?"

Calix blankly stared at Leslie, never expecting her to ask such a question when she suddenly seemed to be on the verge of tears.

But, he still answered her, his voice hopeful.

"If possible... can you call me honey?"

A chuckle slipped out between Leslie’s lips. A drop of tears rolled down her cheeks, glinting under the lights.

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Reference:

1 - 272

2 - 296

3 - 74

4 -s 137 & 111

5 - 271