Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"I know I dropped the ball here, so I brought the little guy to say sorry."

Her face was earnest as she addressed Mr. Haskins, "Kids will be kids, Mr. Haskins. Even in preschool, teachers can't play guardian angels all the time. Some tots trip over their own feet on flat ground-we can't prevent every scrape. Bumps and bruises are all part of growing up, nothing to make a federal case out of."

Nolan, sitting on the bed, could sense the tension escalating, and his discomfort spiked, prompting him to chime in. "Daddy... Daddy, it doesn't hurt."

His words said one thing, but his eyes were brimming with sorrow that threatened to spill over.

Fitch's expression darkened further, his voice reduced to a low, firm directive, "I want to see the child's parents."

"Mr. Haskins, if Nolan is so precious, perhaps he should be kept in a bubble at home rather than attending preschool," she retorted.

The barb hit home. Zoey could feel Nolan's fingers, which she held, tense up, recoiling like startled tentacles.

Fitch's pupils shrank in an instant, as if he felt a stab at his heart, the wound gushing.

"Zoey, do you have any idea what you're saying?"

Zoey frowned, aware that she had spoken out of turn in front of the child.

She took a deep breath, about to clarify, but Fitch grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room in front of the kids.

Zoey, already resistant to him, felt increasingly uneasy.

"Let go!"

Fitch dragged her out to the hallway balcony, pinning her against the ornamental wall of flowers.

"How could you say such things in front of a child? Do you realize he is..."

But Zoey cut him off, her gaze resolute.

"I meant every word. If you're going to make a scene every time Nolan gets a scratch, then maybe he shouldn't be here. It makes the other kids anxious and our job as teachers harder. Maybe you don't like hearing this, Mr. Haskins, but it's the truth. Nolan doesn't seem to like interacting much; maybe preschool isn't for him."

grown a spine over

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that

'sorry' supposed to fix everything? Do you realize

was tight, causing

and his touch

just then, a

pushed Fitch away and softened her

"Henry."

up this afternoon.

me at the

cheeks were flushed, an effect of Fitch's

picked up on the shift in her

you in

say too much in

up, she pocketed

is hurt, and you're planning to go

as

tone riled her

a vigil every time Nolan gets a boo-boo? Mr. Haskins, your family might be well-off, but we're just ordinary people This is how we

If you don't like it, deal

however you please."

and communicating with this man

"Zoey!"

called out sharply,

his grasp forming

"Let go!"

I owe you, but don't take it

heart feel like

away, noticing her eyes

emotional