All Chapters of (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ezra came to slowly, the sterile brightness of the hospital room seeping into his senses like morning through fog. The sheets smelled of starch, but beneath that — lavender. Familiar. Sharp in his lungs. His heartbeat stumbled.He turned his head.Another bed. Just beside his.Sebastian.His Sebastian.His curls fanned all over his face. A soft flush painted his cheeks, and he looked… tired. Older. Beautiful. Ezra’s heart clanged against his ribs like it remembered something he hadn’t let himself think about in eight long years.Then something shifted in his peripheral vision.Two shadows loomed at the end of Sebastian’s bed — tall, broad-shouldered Alphas. Their stares cut through the room like knives. Protective. Angry. Ezra didn’t need to guess who they were.The twins.Caleb and Camden, the tiny six-year-olds he’d once bathed in the kitchen sink — now towering over him, jaws set

Night settled softly over the hospital. Outside the window, the world had dimmed to shadows and orange streetlight. Inside, the room was warm with too many bodies and too many feelings, but a kind of stillness had settled. The younger kids had gone home with the older twins. Ezra sat in the armchair near Sebastian’s bed, elbows on knees, silent. Sebastian was propped upright with pillows, blanket tucked around his waist, fingers absently rubbing a soft corner of the sheet. And Mia, freshly returned from her office, leaned against the far wall with her blazer draped over one arm, a quiet storm in heels. The room smelled different now. Ezra noticed it first, the shift in pheromones. Mia’s scent, once faint and green, had bloomed into something strong and layered: crisp citrus, vibrant with control and a low current of protectiveness, like lemon peel curled over smoke. Sebastian'

Inside smelled like memory.Pinewood, hearth smoke, and something softer — old spice and Ezra’s scent, clinging stubbornly in the corners of the walls. Like the house had refused to let go. Like it had waited.Sebastian stood just inside the front door, blinking into the golden hush of it. The foyer was dimly lit, quiet, warm from the running heater. Snow melted off his boots onto the mat. His heart thudded.Nothing had changed.The boot bench. The crooked coat rack — still leaning from when Caleb ran into it during a tantrum and refused to apologize. The old throw blanket folded on the armchair, faded from years of being dragged into forts. Even the chipped mug labeled DAD #1 still held keys by the side table.He hadn’t been here in years.And yet the house remembered him.“You didn’t change anything,” Sebastian whispered, not turning.Ezra, standing just behind him with a child in each arm, didn’t answer at first. His boots were still half off, laces dragging as if he’d rushed to th

Ezra’s mouth pressed harder to Sebastian's throat, like a man praying with his lips. But still — no bite. No claim.Just a quiet, reverent kind of hunger that was years too old and still burning too bright.Sebastian exhaled. “You’re allowed to ask about them, you know.”Ezra didn’t lift his head. His nose stayed buried in the crook of Sebastian’s neck, breath shaky. “I’m scared,” he admitted, voice muffled. “What if I don’t recognize them? What if they hate me?”Sebastian's fingers threaded gently through his hair. “They don’t. They ask about you. Mia pretends she doesn’t, but I’ve caught her staring at old photos. She… she saved one of you hugging her after winning that art competition. Had it in a damn locket for years.”Ezra froze.“She’s twenty-three now,” Sebastian added, voice softer. “Chief Counsel for Omega Rights. In Greystone.”Ezra blinked. Slowly pulled back. “Mia… Mia’s a lawyer?”“A terrifying one

The front yard was a breathing, pulsing heart—warm breath ghosting over patches of lingering snow, smoke twining lazily from the grill, and laughter catching on branches still stripped bare by winter. Marinated meat scented the air, savory and rich, but underneath stirred something older, deeper. Family. Hunger. Claim.Elio inhaled sharply and grimaced, white brows drawing together delicately.Sebastian noticed immediately, his eyes warm with amusement. “Too much smoke?”“No,” Elio murmured, casting a wary glance around. “Too much Alpha. Makes my ears twitch.”Sebastian laughed softly, melodic and easy. “Get used to it. You’re surrounded.”Elio turned toward him, truly taking him in for the first time. His glacier-water scent flowed quietly around them, accented with the soft sweetness of sun-kissed alpine flowers trapped beneath melting snow. His pale skin gleamed gently in the sunlight, white lashes fluttering like d