Chapter 392- Sisters
"So... do all women behave oddly when they are pregnant?" Joseph asked him, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip.
Marissa and Sophie were back after shopping. Marissa headed to the kids’ room to tuck them into the bed while Sophie had an online meeting, so she needed Rafael’s study room urgently.
Rafael leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest, "You’re forgetting one thing, my friend," Rafael had a sad smile on his face, "I wasn’t there when she was carrying my babies," the bitter reality always used to bite him in the ass.
"Damn," Rafael muttered, his gaze fixed on the wine in his hand, "I don’t even know how she looked when she became my bride."
Every time he remembered how he and Marissa were played by Valerie and Nina, used to give a bitter taste to his tongue.
Joseph leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "It’s not your fault, you know? Whatever happened back then wasn’t in your control, Rafael."
Rafael let out a dry chuckle, "I missed it all, Joseph. The wedding, the pregnancy, the first cries of my kids... her loneliness..." he trailed off, his jaw tightening.
Coming back to reality he shuddered and took a chug from his glass, "I don’t know about mood swings at all. But just be there with Sophie," Rafael leaned forward to pour some more wine into his glass, "Women are no doubt strong creatures. They don’t need us men if we have got this holier-than-thou attitude," he raised his gaze from the glass to find Joseph looking at him, "They need us by their side through thick and thin. I would never want a dead partner for my daughters. I need these qualities in their future partners and then I guess I need to show them by my actions what a husband is supposed to do, and how he should keep the women in his life happy. I’m sure Marissa will teach the same to Alex. For now?" Rafael shrugged, "Just show some patience to Sophie."
Suddenly he started missing his wife badly.