Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey froze in her tracks, turning to see Fitch clutching his arm, his eyes wide with shock as they met hers.

Barefoot and bleeding, she looked like a ghost of herself, drained of all spirit.

Fitch hadn't even noticed his own wound until now, but the pain was suddenly unbearable.

"Zoey, what happened? You're scaring me."

Trying to speak, Zoey quickly closed the distance between them, her hands grabbing the front of his shirt.

"Where's Nolan? Where is he?"

Sweat beaded on Fitch's forehead as he caught the panic in her eyes, rushing to reassure her.

"He's fine, don't worry. Not a scratch on him, safe and sound."

The tension in Zoey's body melted away, almost causing her to faint right there.

Fitch, wincing from his injury, wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Let's get you back to the hospital."

"I'm not going anywhere until I see Nolan."

Fitch quickly glanced around until he spotted Nolan being comforted by a passerby who had stopped their car, charmed by the boy's good looks and worried by his silence. "Nolan, come here, your mom wants to see you!"

Nolan hadn't noticed Zoey approaching, but at Fitch's call, he ran over to them.

Zoey's eyes filled with tears as she

didn't say a word, simply patting

cry but

stood up and slapped

slap, drawing the attention of those around them, some even starting

was his carelessness that had led

bit her lip in anger, but the moment her slap landed on his cheek, she felt numb, the pain mingling

was still bleeding, but he pulled her into an embrace.

then did Zoey begin to cry, pushing him away even as he held her

"Honey, I'm so sorry."

Zoey had come to her senses, Fitch's apologies

Zoey buried her face in his chest

onlookers taking photos already aware of the need to

the crowd until the sound of paramedics

really should get that arm looked at in

deep, surely painful, but he remained

was only then that Zoey seemed to remember Fitch was also hurt and

for a

okay, no more

hand instead

"Mommy, don't cry."

Zoey's eyes