Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

~ Mara ~ It’s Saturday morning, and the house feels different. Cole has been up for a while. I can tell from the way everything is already handled before I even step fully downstairs. Bottles cleaned, Counter wiped. Coffee sitting there, untouched, which he makes out of habit, since the birth of our child, he's become somewhat of a perfect house-husband. Lily’s shoes are by the door like she’s already been told something is happening. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, watching him move around the kitchen. Lily runs past me, hair half done, one sock on and the other in her hand. “Are we still going,” she asks him. “Yeah,” he says without looking up. “Go finish.” She nods and disappears again. I lean against the wall. “What’s going on,” I ask. He glances at me, then back at what he’s doing. “Taking you out,” he says. “I didn’t ask to go anywhere.” I snap “I didn’t ask if you did,” he replies I almost argue. But I don’t have the energy for it. We en

~ Mara ~ It’s a little after eight, and Oliver fights sleep like he always does. But this time he doesn't use nonstop crying to wear me down. He fusses, settles, then starts again like he forgot he was tired in the first place. I rock him longer than I need to. Even after he stops trying to move. Even after his breathing evens out. I don’t put him down right away. I just stand there, holding him, one hand supporting his head, the other across his back, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Then I lower him into the crib carefully. The mattress dips slightly under his weight. He shifts once, his face tightening like he might wake. I stop. Wait. Nothing. He settles again. I step back slowly, watching him for a second longer before turning toward the door and pulling it halfway closed behind me. The hallway is dim. I lean against the wall for a second, letting out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. My phone buzzes in my hand. A notif

~ Mara ~ “You’re getting married again?” My mother’s voice comes through the phone so loudly I have to pull it away from my ear for a second. I lean against the kitchen counter, watching Cole hold Oliver while Lily sits on the floor with a notebook full of wedding ideas she’s been forcing on me since breakfast. “Yes,” I answer carefully. “That’s usually what happens after someone gets engaged.” My mother ignores the sarcasm immediately. “Mara, I’m serious.” “I know.” There’s silence on the line for a second before my father speaks in the background. “Ask her when.” “When?” my mother repeats. I glance toward the living room. Cole is standing near the windows with Oliver against his chest, slowly patting his back while talking on the phone with someone from one of the dealerships. It still catches me off guard sometimes. That this dangerous man walking around my house with a baby in his arms is going to be my husband. “Soon,” I tell her. “Probably in a few

~ Mara ~ I wake up before everyone else. Not because I’m nervous. Because Oliver decides five in the morning is the perfect time to start making tiny angry noises through the baby monitor like he personally pays bills in this house. I groan into my pillow before reaching for the monitor on the nightstand. Beside me, Cole shifts slightly but doesn’t fully wake up. His arm slides across my waist automatically. “Got him,” I whisper. His eyes stay closed. “Mhm.” I stare at him for a second. Messy hair. Half asleep. Think to myself today's our wedding day and this man still somehow looks intimidating while unconscious. Life is strange. I slip out of bed carefully and head down the hallway toward Oliver’s room. The house is still dark except for the soft lights near the stairs. Everything feels calm for once. No chaos yet. No wedding planners. No Rhea screaming about flowers. Just me and the sound of my son complaining to the universe from his crib. “Okay,”

~ Cole ~ I’m in the middle of reviewing dealership numbers when Mara calls me sounding two seconds away from homicide. “Your favourite person is at Lily’s school.” I lean back slowly in my office chair. “That bad?” “He’s arguing with the front office about custody,” she snaps. “Apparently now he suddenly wants to act like father of the year.” I run a hand through my hair. “What exactly happened,” I ask “He showed up during lunch,” Mara says. “Lily got excited because she thought he came to actually see her, then he started questioning the staff about pickup permissions and legal rights.” Yeah. That sounds like a man spiralling. “Where’s Lily now?” I ask “In class. She’s okay,” she replies “And Evan?” “He left before I got there,” she says I stare at the paperwork on my desk for a second. Old me would’ve handled this differently. A lot differently. But lately, every time anger starts climbing up my throat, all I can think about is how I don't want Lily