Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



The continuous 'ping, ping, ping' of her phone was relentless, a barrage of notifications flooding in! Grabbing her phone, Elysia was greeted by 68 missed calls and over 99 unread messages.

All from him!

She was stunned. Did this guy not sleep at all last night?This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

While she was still marveling at the thought, another call came through, and of course, it was him again.

Elysia answered, "My phone was off, just turned it on and saw your messages."

"I know, I'm already on my way, bringing you breakfast."

"Uh, you... didn't sleep last night?"

"Couldn't. You were all I could think about."

Elysia's cheeks flushed, at a loss for words, only managing to say, "Just, uh, be careful driving."

"Will do!"

After hanging up, Elysia found herself rifling through her wardrobe, trying on outfit after outfit until she settled on a vintage-style cotton-linen maxi dress adorned with tiny floral prints.

She accessorized with a pair of sunflower earrings and a vintage necklace.

Her hair was braided into a fishtail, secured at the end with a ribbon, giving off a vibrant, pastoral vibe, fresh and uniquely beautiful.

Just as she finished getting ready, the doorbell rang, and she hurried to open the door.

There stood Tarquin, dressed in a crisp, tailor-made suit, tie, and wristwatch, exuding the aura of a polished professional.

His gaze upon seeing her was filled with passion and eagerness, his anticipation to see her palpable.

Their eyes met, a flurry of emotions swirling between them, sparks flying instantly.

Just as Tarquin was about to express his yearning with more than just words, he caught sight of the children standing behind Elysia.

Four little ones, each with a different expression.

Evan Thorne's was particularly fierce!

Tarquin swallowed hard, remembering Elysia's warning to keep things low-key around the kids for now.

Forcing himself to calm down, Tarquin tenderly said to Elysia,

"I made you breakfast."

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she fought to maintain her composure, "Come in."

As Tarquin stepped in with the insulated food container, little Elijah called out, "Daddy."

Tarquin smiled and nodded at his son, his attention quickly returning to Elysia, his eyes shimmering with affection.

Elysia's heart raced from the moment she laid eyes on him. To hide her turmoil, she coolly called out to the children, "Time to wash up for breakfast."

The kids hurried into the kitchen to wash their hands and then gathered around the dining table, stomachs growling in anticipation.

When Tarquin opened the container to reveal the breakfast he had prepared, all with Elysia's favorites, she couldn't help but tease, "Is this all?" Tarquin chuckled, "Isn't it enough?"

Elysia, eyes wide, asked, "What about the kids?"

Tarquin turned to face the little ones, who were all staring at him expectantly, like hungry chicks.

Realizing his mistake, Tarquin's expression fell. In his focus on Elysia, he had completely forgotten to prepare something for the children! Embarrassed, he quickly pulled out his phone to place an order, "I made too little. I'll have Lowell pick up some more from the diner. It'll be quick, don't worry."

The kids exchanged glances, their silence speaking volumes. Really, dad? Forgetting your own kids in the throes of new love?