Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch carefully placed his child in the passenger seat. Zoey immediately grabbed his arm, "I'll hold him in the passenger seat."

Fitch glanced at her but said nothing.

The car sped towards the hospital, with little Nolan curled up in her arms, a small bundle of vulnerability.

When they wheeled him into the ER, Zoey couldn't hold back her concern any longer.

"Mr. Haskins, does Nolan have other issues? If so, he might not be a good fit for daycare."

"What do you mean by that?" Fitch asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Zoey furrowed her brow. "I'm just stating the facts. He doesn't seem to enjoy interacting with others. When he's feeling ill, he doesn't speak up, which can lead to dangerous situations. It might be best to keep him at home."

"Fitch," she continued, "can't you see he doesn't want to be a bother?"

"Yes, I see that. And my heart goes out to the kid. But as his teacher, I'm terrified. What if something happens to him? How would you react towards me? Towards the daycare? Or towards Zion City? I can't bear that responsibility. If there's something else going on with him, you need to tell me. Otherwise, I find out too late, and it's just as hard on him."

As Zoey spoke with such calm, in stark contrast to his own panic, Fitch couldn't help but feel she was being too composed.

Zoey tried to keep her voice steady. "Nolan's situation is special. He'd be better off under your constant care. Mr. Haskins, he needs you, not daycare."

Fitch lit a cigarette, ignoring the fact that he was in a hospital.

The taste of nicotine calmed him a bit. His lashes fluttered down, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Did you forget what you promised him yesterday?"

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cigarette butt into a nearby trash can.

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