All Chapters of (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

The knock on the bedroom door was soft at first. Barely a sound—just a faint tap, like a leaf brushing glass. Then again. A little firmer. A little faster.Ezra stirred, thick-limbed and sunk deep in the warmth still clinging to his skin from Sebastian's touch hours earlier. The scent of lavender still lingered faintly on the sheets—intimate, sweet, unmistakable. Beside him, Sebastian shifted with a low hum, brows creasing as his lashes fluttered open.Another knock. Ezra blinked awake.The door creaked open.Sebastian sat up sharply, tension drawing his spine taut. “Mia?”She stood framed in the dim hallway light, arms wrapped around her middle, swallowed in one of Ezra’s old band tees that clung damply to her legs. A sharp citrus note reached them—her scent, usually faint and clean, was suddenly bright and sharp. Wild. Unfiltered. The kind of primal shift that tugged at something deeper in both men, something instinc

The house was warm with weekend noise—the low hum of cartoons, the patter of socked feet over hardwood floors, the clink of mugs in the kitchen. Ezra stood at the sink, elbow-deep in suds, eyes flicking out the window toward the field, still damp from last night’s rain.Behind him, the twins raced through the living room chasing Mr. Biscuits, the dog’s tail a happy blur as he dodged and weaved between their legs. Mia sat curled up on the couch, one leg tucked under her, her eyes half on the television and half on the chaos. Every now and then, Mr. Biscuits would leap into her lap for safety. She looked better than she had Friday—less pale, her cheeks flushed with the faint return of energy. She even laughed when Camden shrieked about being “attacked” by the dog.But beneath it all, something was off.The air felt… crowded. Saturated.Ezra noticed it in the back of his throat first. A sweetness, thick and floral, curli