Todos os capítulos de Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

~ Cole ~ As Morning light creeps in I’m already up before everyone else, Coffee in hand, Phone on the counter. Messages are stacked from the night before, detailing contracts, numbers, and locations. Everything is changing. Everything is moving forward, whether anyone’s ready or not. Behind me, I hear footsteps. They're heavier. It isn't Mara; it's her father. “You’re up early,” he says, his voice rough with sleep but firm. I don’t turn immediately. I take a sip of my coffee first. Then, “Always am.” He walks in slowly, stopping a few feet away. Not too close, but not distant either. We stand there like that for a second. Two men. Same room. Same woman in mind. Different worlds. “You meant what you said last night?” he asks. I glance at him. “About?” “The house,” he replies. “The paperwork.” “I don’t say things I’m not doing,” I answer. He studies me. It isn't aggressive, just careful. “How far along is it?” “Already moving,” I say. “Documents are being process

~ Mara ~ I didn’t think something as small as a baby could make everything feel this… heavy. Not just physically. Everything. My body, my thoughts, the air around me. Even walking through the store feels different now, like I’m carrying more than just myself. I pause in front of a rack of tiny clothes, as my fingers brush over the soft fabric that doesn’t feel real yet. I think to myself that these tiny clothes will soon belong in a life I haven’t fully caught up to. Cole stands a few feet behind me, watching. Not hovering. Just…being supportive. Present in a way he wasn’t before. “You’re staring again,” he says quietly, stepping closer. I don’t look at him. “They’re small,” I murmur, picking up a onesie between my fingers. “They’re supposed to be,” he replies, his voice calm. “I know,” I say, exhaling softly. “It just… makes it hard to choose .” He doesn’t answer immediately. I feel him move closer instead, his hand settling lightly on my back. “

~ Mara ~ During the weekend we called the moving company packed our essentials ourselves and left them to pack the rest of our stuff and bring it to the new house. When we got there I realised the new house doesn’t echo the way I thought it would. I expected it to feel empty big and quiet, like we didn’t belong in it yet. But it doesn’t. Old Boxes are stacked against the walls, some half-open, some already forgotten. The air smells different here, cleaner like nothing bad has ever happened inside these walls. I’m standing in the middle of the living room, one hand pressed to my lower back, the other resting on my stomach, watching movers go in and out like this is normal. Like this is just another day. It’s not. Lily runs past me, her footsteps light, her voice louder than it’s been in weeks. “Mom, my room has two windows!” she calls out, already halfway down the hall again. I turn slightly, watching her disappear, the tension in my chest loosening just a littl

~ Mara ~ I wake up before the alarm. Not because I want to. Because my body doesn’t let me sleep anymore. Everything feels heavy. Not just the baby. Everything….even my feet, looks swollen. The room is still unfamiliar,new, bigger and cleaner it also has enough space for my thoughts to echo. I lie there for a second, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on my stomach without thinking. He’s moving. Not a lot. Just enough to remind me he’s alive. I swallow, blinking slowly as yesterday presses back in. The argument. The words. The way I broke. The way Cole didn’t. I turn my head slightly. He’s awake. Not moving. Just lying there beside me, staring at the ceiling like he’s been there a while. “You didn’t sleep,” I say quietly, my voice still rough. “I did,” he replies. I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. “Liar,” I murmur. That gets the smallest reaction. His jaw shifts slightly. “Didn’t feel like it,” he admits. Silence s

~ Cole ~ The car feels too small. Too tight. Like there’s not enough air inside it for all three of us. I grip the steering wheel harder than I should, my jaw locked so hard it aches. Mara’s breathing fills the space, uneven and strained, as she tries to stay calm; every inhale sounds like work, and every exhale sounds like she’s trying not to break. “Cole—” she calls out as another contraction hits. “I know,” I answer immediately, my voice low, “I know.” I don’t know anything. That’s the problem. I don’t know how far apart they are. I don’t know if this is normal. I don’t know if she’s in too much pain. I don’t know how to fix it. A car slows in front of me. I switch lanes too fast. “Move,” I mutter under my breath, my jaw tightening. “Cole,” Mara says again, her voice louder this time, but strained. “Slow down.” I don’t. “Cole,” she repeats, firmer now despite the pain. “Slow….Down.” I exhale hard through my nose and ease off the gas slightly.