Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 174

I glance at Arthur, who shrugs. “I’d love to,” he says, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Just one story, though. It’s past your

bedtime.”

I leave them to it, Arthur’s deep voice following me down the hall as he begins to read one of Miles‘ favorite books. Something

warm unfurls in my chest at the sound of the two of them together, and suddenly, the thought of moving back in together, into.

our old apartment and finally being a family, seems far more appealing than it did yesterday.

But this apartment comes with my residency. I need to finish it out, for my career and for Miles‘ stability. We’ve moved around

enough lately. He needs some consistency, even if it’s just for a few months.

And maybe… maybe this way is better for Arthur and me, too. If we’re going to try again, to see if we can rebuild what we once

had, perhaps we should take it slow. Date each other. Fall in love again. It would be like a fresh start for our relationship, a chance

to do things right this time.

Arthur finds me in the kitchen nursing a cup of tea, looking surprisingly domestic with his sleeves rolled up and his tie long

discarded. “He’s asleep,” he says, nodding toward Miles‘ room. “That dinosaur book is quite the story.”

“It’s his favorite. He makes me read it at least once a week”

“I can see why. Very compelling plot.” Arthur moves to the sink, running water to fill a glass. The simple domesticity of the

gesture makes my heart ache with longing for what we once had, but also makes my heart soar for we might have again.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “For wanting to stay tonight. And for reading to him.”

Arthur turns to face me, taking a sip of his water. “I should be thanking you. For letting me be a part of your lives, even after

everything.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes my throat tighten. We’ve hurt each other so much, made so many mistakes. But standing here in

my kitchen, with our son sleeping peacefully down the hall, I can almost believe we might find our way back to each other.

“I’m going to make up the couch for you,” I say, setting down my mug.

I gather sheets, a pillow, and a blanket from the linen closet, then work together with Arthur to make up the sofa. It’s slightly too

short for his tall frame, but he doesn’t complain. We say goodnight and I quickly make my way to my room before I can make the

In my bedroom, I change into pajamas and slide under the covers, my body exhausted but my mind still racing. The events of the day play through my head like a movie reel. It’s been one of the longest, most emotionally draining days of my life, but strangely