Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

I hate how the way he looks at me makes butterflies flutter around in my stomach.

“This one of yours?” he asks, jerking his chin toward the painting. He finally pulls his gaze away from me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Yes,” I say, nodding. I step up beside him, looking up at the large painting of a little green–eyed toddler sitting in a field of flowers. “I painted it when Miles was two.!

Arthur stares at the painting in silence for a few moments longer, and I stare along with him. I still remember the day I painted this, the summer sunshine warming my shoulders as I worked. Miles was quiet then, his tiny fingers contentedly playing with the

flowers.

But the memory is bittersweet, too, because it was the day after I found out that Miles was behind–developmentally, I’d noticed that something was off when he wasn’t babbling and trying to form words like most toddlers, and while Brian and Liam and I first tried to brush it off as Miles simply being introverted, we couldn’t ignore it any longer.

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The doctor said that he might be on the spectrum. Not that it bothered me, of course, but it was still a lot to take in.

He didn’t start talking until he was four. Now, aside from a mild speech impediment, Miles is developing at a perfectly normal rate. He still goes nonverbal at times, and has his own hyperfixations and particularities, and sometimes I swear he’s older beyond his years, but to me, that’s just what makes him ‘him‘.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I wonder, though, what Arthur would think if I told him. He’d probably just view Miles as even more of an “other“. For all I know, he’d just blame his development on having a human mother.

But I push the thought away when Miles emerges from his room, wearing a completely mismatched outfit consisting of one

dinosaur sock, one pink sock, a pair of plaid shorts, and a t–shirt with a cartoon character on it.

He grins up at us, displaying the one missing canine tooth in his mouth. “I’m ready!”

I can’t help but laugh as I hold my hand out to him. “You look fabulous, kid.” But I can’t help but glance at Arthur, wondering if

this might be a further embarrassment for him.

To my surprise, he’s smiling, and it softens me. With that, we head outside, where Arthur’s car is waiting. A little while later, we’re pulling up to the amusement park, Miles swinging his legs and humming happily in the backseat.

As Arthur pulls into a parking spot, I can’t fully hide the smile that’s tugging at my lips. This feels… normal. Like the sort of thing a family might do.

But the feeling quickly dissipates when Arthur reaches across my lap, opens the glove compartment, and pulls out two more baseball hats–one adult size, and one for a child. “Can you put these on?”

“What?”

Arthur taps the brim of his own hat. “I can’t be seen…. I’m sure you understand.”