Semua Bab (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Bab 11 - Bab 20

By the time the kids got home from school, Sebastian had already half-packed a drawer in his room. Lavender clung faintly to the air, warm and blooming in the stillness. It filled the room like a memory and made the quiet feel heavier, more intimate. More dangerous.The house had felt too quiet without them. Just the sound of the fridge humming, the creak of old floorboards, the low mutter of wind curling through the window seams. The kind of quiet that made you think too much—and for Sebastian, that meant spiraling. His scent grew sharper when he was anxious. Sweet and clean, with a trace of salt. The kind of smell that begged for comfort, for closeness. For something Alpha.Camden was the first through the door, backpack thudding against the wall as he launched inside like a missile. “I GOT A STICKER!” he announced with the importance of a Nobel prize. A glittery gold star clung to his shirt like a badge of honor. “Miss Tori said I was patient!”Sebastian blinked, eyebrows raised

The house was too quiet now.The twins’ energy had evaporated from the kitchen like steam off the syrupy plates still on the counter. A sock lay in the middle of the hallway, abandoned mid-sprint.The television in the living room burbled with forgotten cartoons, the same episode looping—a frog wearing a crown bouncing across a lily pad.Sebastian stood with one hand on the back of a chair, as if bracing against a wave of scent and memory. The silence pressed in around him, laced with the faintest trace of Ezra—sawdust, sweat, and sandalwood, warm and dry and clinging to the chair where he'd sat that morning. That scent lived in the grain of the wood now. It curled in Sebastian’s nose, low and grounding, and it made something in his gut ache.He could still hear Camden’s morning squeal echoing in his skull—“Only when we pretend to be dinos!”—and Mia’s dry snort as she tied her laces.“Wow. You guys are worse than divorced parents.”The words had lodged deep, somewhere between his ri

Ezra yanked the shirt over his head with more force than necessary, the hem catching on his chin before he tossed it to the floor.It landed in a soft heap near the foot of the bed, still faintly smelling of dinner, sweat, sawdust—and something sweeter. Something that clung to his skin even after Sebastian had left the room. Lavender and something muskier underneath. Pheromonal. Thick in the air lately. Too thick.Ezra sucked in a breath, like it might clear his head, but it only filled his lungs with more of it.His skin burned—not just from the heat of the radiator or the weight of the day, but from something deeper. Sharper. The way Camden had casually called Sebastian “Daddy” like it was normal. Like it belonged.Now, barefoot and stripped down to soft cotton shorts, Ezra felt raw. Strung too tight. Like a wire close to snapping.His phone buzzed.He didn’t rush to check it, but his eyes kept flicking to the screen like it had something to say he already didn’t want to hear. Event

Ezra’s tires crunched over gravel as he pulled into the driveway, his vision hazy with lack of sleep and too many thoughts clawing at his skull like wild animals. The silence in the cab of his truck pressed in on him, thick and punishing after the twins’ tearful goodbyes and Mia’s glacial stare.He’d called Sebastian—twice. Then five more times. Texted. Nothing. No read receipts. No response. Not even a single “Leave me alone.”Desperation had driven him to Sebastian’s workplace, faking casual concern—“Hey, is Sebastian in today?”—only to be met with the receptionist’s tight-lipped reply: Sebastian had called in sick.Ezra barely managed a nod before he walked out, throat cinched with something sharp and awful. He gripped the steering wheel like it might anchor him. It felt like ice.Instead of heading to the job site, he thumbed out a text to his boss:Not coming in today. Sorry.Then he drove home, like something in him was pulling him there.But the moment he stepped out of the tr

They lay cocooned beneath the heavy duvet, skin-to-skin, their limbs tangled like roots beneath the soil.The morning was slow to enter the room, leaking through the high window above the bed in slanted gold. Outside, birds trilled in the orchard, their songs a quiet punctuation to the thick silence between them.Ezra lay still, chest pressed to Sebastian’s bare back, their breaths syncing in that primal, unthinking way—guided not just by sleep but by something deeper. Beneath his nose, Sebastian’s scent clung thick and potent. Lavender—damp, warm, dizzying and, saturating Ezra’s skin and lungs and blood.Ezra inhaled deeply, and the scent hit him like smoke in a closed room. His cock twitched, but more than that—something under his skin pulsed. A strange ache curled low in his stomach, a raw and wild instinct whispering closer, keep him near, don’t let go.His hand was sprawled across Sebastian’s stomach—smooth, warm, still trembling faintly from what they’d done. Ezra’s fingers fl