The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Peter dragged Tania toward the parking lot, but she immediately shook off his hand. "Enough. I told you I don't want to hear it, and I don't care about you and Riley anymore." "You-"

"Mom, are you mad? Don't be mad at Daddy, please." Brandon's soft voice interrupted. Tania froze, looking at Brandon with a complex expression.

With innocent eyes, Brandon added, "Daddy is so nice. Please don't be angry with him."

Not only Tania but even Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what did you just call me?"

Brandon lowered his head shyly, his little fingers tapping together nervously. "Daddy! Don't you like it? But I really want you to be my dad!" Peter paused. "Yes, I like it... I love it!"

"Brandon!" Tania cried out. "He's not your father. He's... He's Mr. Peter... You can just think of him as your uncle."

As soon as Tania said this, Peter's expression darkened. "Tania!" he said through gritted teeth. "Is this really what you're teaching our child?"

Tania pressed her lips together. "His father is Jack, you're Jack's uncle. Telling him to think of you as his uncle makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

patience has limits. Take that back," Peter warned, his

marriage. In fact, your wedding was likely a sham. As for Brandon... He's my son, and that's a

Peter's back for a long moment before reluctantly getting into the car. She sheered, "I'll go to the Lennon residence, but

You

something to

that old man, Xylos?"

Tania and Brandon in the back seat. "Don't worry, he's got a tough

then called Charles.

you guys. You're taking

residence?" Charles leaned against a bench, watching as Noelle cheerfully scooped ice cream into her mouth. He took her hand, snatched the spoonful she had just

sweet, and he frowned

know. Don't worry, I'll protect them," Peter assured

He's probably not here with good intentions. Be careful, Peter. Don't make

He quickly reached out to stop her. "It's too cold and too