Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Stepping into the study, Fitch found Nolan perched quietly at his custom-made kiddie desk, a miniature version of the one where Fitch often conducted his meetings. Whenever business was underway, Nolan would sit silently beside him, a picture of calm composure.

The kid spoke so rarely that even a couple of extra questions from Fitch made him feel like he was talking to himself.

"Nolan, are you hungry, buddy?"

The icy demeanor Fitch usually carried melted away in his son's presence, as if he was the first bloom of spring.

"No."

"What have you been up to today? Didn't see you come down at all."

Nolan's gaze remained fixed on a picture book, the soft light caressing his hair, giving it a fluffy appearance.

Without an answer, Fitch leaned in closer to see what had captured his son's attention.

The page Nolan was on depicted a scene about searching for a mother, a book he had read several times before.

Fitch hadn't realized it contained such a storyline.

Sharon's words echoed in his mind, suggesting a woman's presence at home would make a difference. Nolan might be missing a mother's love.

He reached out, gently ruffling the boy's hair.

"Nolan, how about daddy finds you a new mommy, would that be good?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Nolan's eyes as he looked up.

thought he had struck a chord. If Nolan needed

head quickly dropped, "No,

in one breath, revealing his strong aversion

pang hit Fitch's heart as he lifted his son, "Okay, no new mommy. Let's go have dinner, and later you

was Nolan's favorite because she was adorable and had a sweet, baby-like

more than a few words in front of her, just blushing

"No."

not? Don't you like

eyes, saying

carrying him

the spitting image of Fitch as a child, their resemblance

testament to the power

sending you to school.

lots

as cute

what do you

swee

voice softened when he spoke to his

been shocked; Fitch never spoke so

over the years, he mostly sat alone, without

at joining their families, offering to step

son dined

Nolan, blow-dried his hair, and

these tasks, which deepened