Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Iris

Arthur sets me down gently, his arms lingering around my waist. We’re standing so close I can feel the heat radiating from his

body, see every fleck of brown that’s hiding in the depths of his green eyes.

My heart is pounding in my chest–I can’t believe he actually did it. He announced our relationship to the world.

Arthur, noticing my expression, smirks. “You’re blushing.”

I bite my lower lip in a futile attempt to contain my giddiness. “Can you blame me?” I ask. “This feels like a dream, Arthur.”

He looks pleased. “I’m glad you’re happy. And now, I get to woo you all over again. Properly this time, without hiding or sneaking

around.”

“Woo me?” I repeat with a delirious little giggle.

“Absolutely. You didn’t think I expected you to jump back into hot water with me, did you? I’ve already got dates planned for us. I

want you to know just how serious I am about this.”

“I…

I swallow hard. “I appreciate that,” I mutter. “I think it’ll be good to take things slow for a bit.”

He nods, but then his expression turns serious. “All I ask is that we make a promise to remain exclusive.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “I haven’t exactly been dating other people, Arthur. There hasn’t been anyone else since you.

His eyes darken slightly, and something in his gaze makes my heart skip. I know we’re both thinking the same thing; that neither of us has been… Intimate with anyone else since the breakup, and how good it’ll feel to finally connect on that level again, after five years of wanting.

But… all in due time.

“Yes,” I finally say. “I’d like to be exclusive.”

Arthur lets out a small, relieved breath. “I’m glad.” He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead that makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

Suddenly, a small gasp from the hallway breaks the moment. We turn to see Miles standing there, eyes wide. “Are you and Daddy getting married now?” he asks, coming into the room and looking between us hopefully.

Laughing, I crouch down to his level, brushing a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. “Not yet. But Daddy and I are going to start spending more time together. All three of us, as a family.”

“So Daddy’s living with us now?” Miles‘ face lights up like it’s Christmas morning. “Or can we go back to the place with the nice old people?”

Arthur chuckles. “As much as Cliff and Augustine miss you both, you’ll be staying here for now, and I’ll be staying there.”

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Miles‘ hopeful expression dims slightly. “So we won’t be a real family…”

My heart sinks. “We will be,” I assure him, glancing up at Arthur. There’s a muscle ticking in his jaw, but his eyes are gentle. “We already are. We just… need to figure out how to be one. But in the meantime, we’re going to have lots of family days together.”

The promise of family outings seems to satisfy Miles for now. He throws his arms around both of us, and for a moment, perfect little circle of arms and love and hope. I catch Arthur’s eye once more over Miles‘ head, and the emotion I see there makes. my eyes prick with tears–but not in a bad way.

Maybe we can really make this work. Finally, after five years of devastation and heartbreak and longing, maybe we’ve reached the

“Now,” Arthur says, standing up. “How about I help make dinner tonight?”

Miles cheers, immediately racing to the kitchen. Arthur offers me his hand and pulls me to my feet effortlessly.

We spend the evening in each other’s company, and the domesticity of it makes me feel like I’m walking on air. Arthur rolls up his sleeves and helps me chop vegetables, our elbows occasionally bumping in the small kitchen space. He lets Miles give him tour of all his toys while the chicken is in the oven. He even sits on the floor, making Miles scream with laughter as he points a laser around the living room and makes the kitten chase it.

It’s all so… normal. So easy. I catch myself daydreaming about what life could be like with Arthur by my side every day- mornings over coffee, quiet evenings after Miles is asleep, someone to share the burden and the joy of parenthood with.

“Bath time,” 1 announce after dinner, checking the clock. It’s past eight, much later than our normal routine. But I guess there’s nothing “normal” about today.

What follows is twenty minutes of pure chaos. Arthur, it turns out, has never given a child a bath before.