Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey froze, still trying to process what was happening.

But Nolan had already wrapped his arms around her legs, calling out again, "Mommy, what's for dinner?"

He simply wanted to know what they would have for dinner since it was that time, but Fitch couldn't resist chiming in.

"She had quite a feast last night."

Zoey felt like she was about to explode and hissed, "Fitch!"

Fitch just raised an eyebrow, fiddling with his lighter without saying a word.

Nolan, with his big innocent eyes, didn't catch the hidden meaning and asked, "What did we have last night?"

Zoey's cheeks turned beet red in an instant. She covered Nolan's ears and shot Fitch a glare.

"Watch your mouth."

Fitch started chuckling and leaned in closer, asking, "Are we having the same tonight?"

Zoey wished she could smack him right then. Why had he suddenly become so shameless? Did every decent man turn this way once their roles changed? She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

Seeing her ears turn red too, Fitch reached out to tease her, "Alright, no more teasing. What are we eating tonight?"

Nolan, with his ears covered, was clueless about their exchange, his gaze shifting between Zoey and Fitch.

Zoey breathed a sigh of relief, glad he was no longer making inappropriate jokes.

"Something light, I'm not really hungry."

Fitch leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, "Okay, I'll get started."

kiss in front of Nolan

adjust, and here was Fitch,

was almost afraid to look at

grab hers, and Nolan's eyes were as

"Mommy, happy, me too."

was taken aback, feeling

and when he called her "Mommy," his eyes were brimming with tears, as if he

could she worry about adjustments

happy, I'm

his

"Nolan likes Mommy."

you

of the kitchen, he caught this exchange and felt a

'most liked' spot should still be

again, and she pressed her lips

chuckled before heading

really hoped her annoyance wouldn't lead to

evening, Zoey was heading to her guest room when Fitch caught

sleep in the master

"I'd rather not."

"Playing calling

to get? You're

me your husband, and

of

"Fitch!"

s to en.swnove

she could protest further, he scooped her up and carried her toward the master

was placed on the bed, her feet pushed against