Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 119

CH 119

Marilyn

The boys were very excited, and she could hear them laughing as they talked to each other upstairs. Excited not only to be surprising their dad, but to go to that house, and for her to get her memories back as well, they believed she would. Marilyn closed her laptop and walked up the stairs after turning the TV off. They weren’t going to finish watching their movie.

She found the two of them putting clothes into their backpacks, and she smiled. “That is not what I meant, boys.” She stated and pulled out their actual suitcases. “It’s a two–day trip there and two days back. Then a few days there, so proper packing needs to happen,” She told them. “Although it will be warmer there even though it’s winter. It rarely gets as cold there, as it does here.”

“Can we pack swimmers?” Callum asked right back. “There’s a pool.”

“It’ll still be cold boys, I don’t think swimming will happen.” She told them and got pouted at “pack them if you must, but I doubt the water will be warm enough for swimming.” She shook her head a little and just let them pack their swimmers.

“When will we leave?” Vincent asked her.

“First thing in the morning. It’s a long trip so make sure to bring something to do in the car, charge up your tablets and bring some movies for in the car to watch as well,” she told them, and they nodded.

Marilyn smiled to herself as she headed back downstairs to pack herself. She didn’t think they could get any more excited. She stood in front of her wardrobe looking at her clothes, trying to decide on what she wanted to take. She didn’t really have many clothes like what she used to wear.

Nowadays, she kept herself to maroons, reds and darker colours, favoring black and white quite a bit. The pastel colours she’d once worn were no more, other than her jackets. They were all light coloured, white, light blue, a soft pink one she’d worn today and a few cream ones, kind of lightened her wardrobe, she supposed. Even her snow jacket was white and light green and grey.

Her casual wear consisted mostly of jeans and long–sleeve tops, of light–weight sweaters and long skirts. And gone were the heels she’d worn for flats, joggers and boots since that accident, nothing above an inch high, as it caused her legs to ache otherwise. There was only one thing in her entire wardrobe that was Marrin–like, that wasn’t a jacket. A dress she’d purchased a few years back, had seen it in a shop window and she had just been drawn to it, so she had gone in and bought it. It was a soft apricot–coloured dress, with flowing sleeves and varying shades of orange, red and pink flowers on it.

She’d not worn it all that often, only three or four times, when out to dinner mostly with the boys, or in spring and summer when having dinner with Lisa and the boys at a nice restaurant. There were no other occasions for her to wear it. So it hung in a dress bag in her wardrobe most of the year.

Now as she looked at it, she realised that it was very much a dress she would have worn when she was married to Calvin. She nodded to herself and pulled it out of the wardrobe, she would take it with her. Certain that it would come in handy for her plans.

She packed a second smaller suitcase, the one that she used for her writing gear, included her laptop, books and pens, chargers and all the things she would need to continue to work, while the boys slept or were she

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supposed going to be off with Calvin at some point. She was intending to let him take them to meet their

grandparents.

She also packed a box full of Christmas presents for them so they’d have something to open on the day. The ones that didn’t fit she could leave here, and they could open when they got home. Most were already laid out under the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. They only got one present from Santa Claus. All the rest came from her, and they knew that.

The day he took them to meet his parents, that would be a full day trip she imagined, and she could sit and work, put on something warm and go and sit out at her writing spot, if of course, it was still there. She had no idea if Calvin had made changes to the grounds of Cliffside, or the house itself. She could only hope that the big oak tree was still there.

She took her suitcases out to the front door as she hollered to the boys to bring their suitcases downstairs, and realised her mistake nearly instantly as she turned at the sound of one of her boys squealing and laughing, only to see Vincent sitting on his suitcase as he slid down the stairs, and then it banged onto the floor with him tumbling off it.

“Bloody fools.” She shook her head. “It’s not a slide.” She told him only to hear and see Callum do the exactly same thing the minute Vincent was up and had moved his suitcase out of the way. They’d done it before, and thought it was fun, still did she could see. She watched him hit the floor and burst out laughing as he to came off and tumbled on the floor.

“One of these days, you’re going to fall off and hit your head, might forget who your brother is,” she stated, only to have them look at each other and shake their heads “Na ah.” As they brought their suitcases over to stand next to hers.

“Why do you have two?” Callum asked, pointing to her smaller suitcase.

“It’s Christmas, you can’t work,” Vincent told her.

She had to think about that herself, because she did actually want to keep track of Calvin, so she could manage her own plans and time them out correctly, but how to do that was a problem if she didn’t have the phone with the tracking app on it?

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