Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The mood visibly darkened as he made a phone call.

After hanging up, Nolan, sitting across from him, asked, "How's mommy?"

"She's had her dinner; let's eat ours."

"She's mad, daddy, that's not good."

Fitch felt a lump in his throat, thinking if it hadn't been for Nolan interrupting last night, his wife would have probably been calling him endearing names by now. He playfully ruffled Nolan's hair.

"She's not mad, just a little misunderstanding last night. Nolan, promise daddy if you hear anything again, you stay in your room, okay? Don't come out, got it?" "Why?"

"Because if you don't come out, mommy will only get closer to us faster."

A spark of understanding lit up Nolan's eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Okay, daddy."

Fitch was pleased.

Ever since the incident at Mr. Jones' daycare, he hadn't let Nolan go back, and Zoey had quit her job there, now unemployed.

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