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 made

to adjust, and here was Fitch,

to look

a small hand grab hers, and Nolan's eyes were as pure as a

"Mommy, happy, me too."

taken aback, feeling an urge

child was so well-behaved, and when he called her "Mommy," his eyes were brimming with tears, as if he was about

could she worry about adjustments now?

happy, I'm

his lips

"Nolan likes Mommy."

like you

came out of the kitchen, he caught this exchange and felt a twinge of

'most liked' spot should still be reserved

burned again, and she pressed

heading back to

hoped her annoyance wouldn't lead

to her guest

sleep in the master

"I'd rather not."

"Playing calling

get?

me your husband, and

afraid of sharing a

"Fitch!"

s to en.swnove

further, he scooped her up and carried her

placed on the bed, her feet pushed