Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 562

The bedroom door rattled on its hinges, but Adrian’s furious shouts were louder still.

“Mom!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mila’s fingers tightened around the fabric of Forrest’s shirt as Adrian’s voice rang through the hall. She pressed her lips together, half her face turned into the shadows.

This engagement had happened so suddenly. She hadn’t told her son a thing. She’d simply made the decision herself.

It was her own life—of course Adrian’s opinion mattered, but it couldn’t be the only thing that decided her future. Still... she hadn’t figured out how to explain it to him.

Now that he knew, there was no point hiding. Sooner or later, she’d have to face this.

She exhaled quietly and started to push herself up, but Forrest caught her damp hand in his own. His voice was gentle above her. “Let me handle it. You take care of yourself.”

He handed her a glass of peach iced tea.

When she looked at him in surprise, Forrest grinned. “Well, if I’m going to be a father soon, I’d better get used to sorting things out with my son, right?”

He had a point.

Mila knew Forrest would be a good father, someone who’d step up when it mattered. But if Adrian never accepted him... that would be difficult. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fix this alone.

“You’ve done more than enough. Let me take it from here,” Forrest said softly, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll go.”

She nodded, then after a moment’s hesitation, reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. She brushed a quick kiss across his cheek. “A reward?”

The faint scent of peaches lingered between them.

Forrest froze, then burst out laughing and gently pinched her cheek. “Trying to brush me off, huh?”

The pounding on the door grew more frantic outside—sharp and impatient.

“Go on,” Mila urged, giving him a push.

Forrest pinched her cheek once more, dodged her swat with a smile, and headed for the door. He opened it and, before Adrian could rush inside, caught him by the arm and led him out into the hallway. The lock clicked behind them.

Adrian glared up at Forrest, defiant. “Get out of my way! I want to see my mom!”

“Sure,” Forrest replied, smiling. “But first, how about we talk?”

...

By the time Forrest came back from the kitchen with two glasses of iced peach tea, Adrian had barricaded himself in his own room, refusing to let Forrest in.

Forrest knocked three times. “Adrian, open up. Running away from problems isn’t a great habit, you know.”