Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 171

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask.

"I've been reading." He gets up and walks towards Aiden's side of the room. He grabs a book off the nightstand and brings it to me. "Divorce is all that's left if we don't get to chapter seven..."

I smack the copy of "My Failing Polyandrous Relationship" away from me. "Carson," I scream. "e just started dating today. We can't get divorced yet."

His eyes widen. "Yet?" he chokes out.

Omg.

He stumbles back, clutching the copy to his chest. "So it's something you're looking forward to in the future?" He starts shuffling through the pages.

I smack my forehead. "That's not what I said."

He gives me a morbid look and holds open

I rip the copy out of his hands and put it back where it came from-even though I'd prefer to throw it out the window. "There's nothing wrong with us," I say firmly. "We're fine. We're happy. We're..." I turn back around and he's in the corpse position on his bed.

I bury my face in my hands.

"Okay, okay." He gets up. "We're not doomed, but we're getting there." He walks towards me. "We have to rekindle the flames."

"The flames?"

"Yes," he says, holding my face between his hands. "We have to make out like prepubescent teenagers to remember the good ol' days."

"What? No." I stare at him incredulously.

"Yes," he says firmly while walking back towards his bed. "Read page 45. And while you're at it, 42. Meet the in-laws. And 87. Do cute couple things." He grabs his jacket and walks back towards me. "Like this." He holds his jacket out.

I raise an eyebrow. "You want me to wear that?"

"Yes. "He nods. "So we can feel like we're in high school again."

I try my hardest not to laugh. "But we're in high school now."

"Exactly." He shakes his jacket furiously. "If we don't do this today, then we won't be able to remember it tomorrow. And then in a few years, we won't have any good memories to stop us from signing the divorce papers. Then what happens to little Micah Jr., Mia? We're setting ourselves up for divorce." He helps me into his jacket quickly.

I can't even tell if he's joking or not, but when he's done helping me put on his jacket, I hold him all the same. He rests his head in the crook of my neck, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this. There's no way to describe it. I just feel safe in his arms. Protected. Maybe rekindling the flames wasn't such a bad idea.

All too soon he pulls away, sighing.