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?"

that back," Peter warned, his

and Jack never had a true marriage. In fact, your wedding was likely a sham. As for Brandon... He's my son, and that's a fact no one can change." With that, Peter lifted

long moment before reluctantly getting into the car. She sheered,

You

something

that old man, Xylos?"

Tania and Brandon in the back seat. "Don't worry, he's got a tough heart. You won't take him

then called Charles. "Charles, where are

see you guys.

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

a bit too sweet, and he frowned briefly. "Sir

Don't worry, I'll protect them," Peter

frowned. "I figured as much. He's probably not here

noticed Noelle had already devoured most of the ice cream. He quickly reached out to stop her. "It's too