All Chapters of (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The sound split the room in half. A long, shrill, unwavering note that erased every breath Ezra had taken since the start of the week.One moment he was holding Sebastian's hand, whispering things he should've said a lifetime ago. The next, the heart monitor screamed.A flatline.Ezra stood frozen, blood draining from his face, disbelief anchoring his feet to the cold linoleum. He didn’t even register the sound of the chair scraping back as he launched himself toward the bed."Sebastian? No. No, no, no—"A nurse tore through the door, slamming it open with her shoulder. "Code blue! Room 409!"Another nurse followed, wheeling in a crash cart. Ezra barely saw her. He only saw Sebastian—his body still, lips turning a shade too pale. The warmth had begun to slip from his skin.The faint but unmistakable scent of lavender lingered in the sterile air, twisting cruelly with the cold antiseptic smell. Ezra inhaled shar

The ride back from the hospital was silent. Ezra kept glancing over from the driver’s seat, eyes flickering between the road and Sebastian, as if afraid he'd vanish again.Sebastian sat quietly beside him, the faint hum of the truck blending with the distant voices of the twins in the backseat.Caleb kept kicking the back of Ezra’s seat. Camden whispered stories about “when Daddy used to bake cookies with pink sprinkles,” stories Sebastian smiled politely at, though none of them sounded familiar. Still, his hands twitched with the urge to fold dough.Mia sat in the middle, quiet. Watching. Absorbing.When they pulled into the driveway, Sebastian stared at the house with a strange heaviness in his chest. It wasn’t familiar—not truly, but it didn’t feel wrong either. The porch steps were chipped, the lavender bushes by the window had overgrown, and a cracked windchime clinked softly in the breeze.Ezra opened t

It was three minutes before either of them moved. Sebastian stood at the sink, rinsing a glass he didn’t need to rinse. Ezra was by the fridge, arms folded, breathing like he’d just run a sprint barefoot through fire. The air between them was thick with heat—body heat, memory, and scent. Lavender laced with sweat and shame. Sandalwood curling under it, laced with something darker, muskier, edged in spice. The way Ezra’s pheromones flooded the kitchen made Sebastian's knees wobble, and the glass trembled slightly in his hands. “I think my daughter just caught me about to have sex on the kitchen counter,” Sebastian said quietly, voice brittle with disbelief and something almost hysterical. Ezra winced. His scent flared again—sharp, like clove smoke in the back of the throat. “She didn’t catch anything.” Sebastian turned, wide-eyed. “Ez—my legs were spread. You were between them. She’s not stupid

Ezra’s hands trembled as he paced in front of the bed, every word heavy on his tongue.His heart pounded in his chest, raw and exposed. The weight of the silence between them was suffocating.“Seb, please… look at me. I never—never cheated on you. I swear. Clara… she was already pregnant when I—when we got together.” His voice cracked, desperation pooling in his eyes like storm clouds.He took a step forward, but Sebastian didn’t move. He kept his back to Ezra, staring blankly out the window, the soft evening light casting long shadows that softened his tense jawline. It was like a wall had risen between them, cold and immovable.“I didn’t know. I didn’t know she was pregnant, not until she showed up, four months along.” Ezra’s voice trembled, breaking with the weight of the confession.His fingers clenched at his sides, trembling like the rest of him. “I would’ve never—never—put you through this, Seb. You mean everything to me. But she—s

Ezra was drying the last dish when his phone rang. The screen flashed Rachel Atwell, of all people.He frowned, wiping his hands hastily on the dish towel before answering. “Hello?”Rachel’s voice was unusually clipped. “Ezra, you need to come to Rose Hill Hospital. Clara’s in labor. She’s been asking for you.”His heart slammed downward like a weight, knocking the air from his chest.“Is she okay?”“She’s fine. But she’s screaming your name and saying she won’t give birth without you. The nurses are starting to ask questions.” Rachel’s voice sharpened. “Ezra… she won’t push unless you’re here.”He hung up.Sebastian came out of the laundry room with a basket in his arms. Lavender laced the air, soft and familiar—but tinged now with anxiety. Ezra met his eyes across the kitchen.“Clara’s in labor. I’m going.”Sebastian’s lips parted. “Do you want me to come?”Ezra shook his head. “No. Stay with