Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1946

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."

This kiss in front of Nolan made Zoey’s scalp tingle.

The kid needed time to adjust, and here was Fitch, going all in.

She was almost afraid to look at Nolan’s reaction.

After Fitch left, she felt a small hand grab hers, and Nolan’s eyes were as pure as a fawn’s.

"Mommy, happy, me too."

Zoey was taken aback, feeling an urge to cry.

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

How could she worry about adjustments now? She immediately embraced him.

"If Nolan’s happy, I’m happy too."

As she was placed on the bed, her feet pushed against his chest.

"Can we just rest tonight?"

Didn’t he ever get tired? At least show some restraint.

"I don’t want to rest."

His reply was quick, as he moved in to kiss her.

Zoey, catching her breath and with her eyes welling up, pleaded, "Honey, I’m really tired. Can we just rest for tonight?"

Fitch froze, his heart melting, "Okay, we’ll just rest."

Zoey sighed in relief, turning over to get comfortable.

They rarely had such tender moments, cuddled up together, when he whispered, "Does it really hurt?"

Zoey’s cheeks flushed even redder, "No, I just want to rest."

"Alright."

Fitch’s lips brushed against her ear, "Sleep tight."