Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M - Season 6 Episode 17

Harper.

I look around, trying to make sure that everything is perfect. We were at our new house today, and we decided to hold a housewarming party. It wasn’t a big one, just close friends and family.

“Is everything set?” I ask our cook.

She had been amazed by the house and had fallen in love with the kitchen. Like I’d said previously, our kitchen was every cook’s dream. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had to go home to her family, I swear she would sleep here, and by here, I mean the kitchen, not the house.

“Yes,” she smiles, her eyes bright with happiness and excitement. “Everything is ready.”

Like I said, we didn’t want a huge party. It would just be Gabriel’s parents, Rowan and Ava, Travis and Letty, Connie and Reaper, Noah, Iris, Gunner, and Sierra.

The doorbell rings, and I leave the kitchen to go open it. Lilly was still getting ready, and Gabriel had disappeared somewhere.

A few days ago, I’d put on my big girl pants and taken the test. All ten of them turned out to be positive. I still haven’t told Gabriel yet. I am waiting for the perfect time to disclose the good news. I’m not worried. I know that he’ll be happy, and so will Lilly. They’ve both wanted this since we got married again.

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“Hi Aunty Harper,” Noah greets cheerfully. He’s holding Iris, who is sucking her thumb and looks a bit sleepy.

“Hi Noah,” I bend slightly and kiss both his and Iris’s cheeks. “Where are your parents?”

He shrugs. “They said they had to get your housewarming gift from the trunk, but if you ask me, they are probably making out.”

I laugh at the disgusted look that crosses his face. It grosses him out; it is clearly to see.

“Well, come on in.” I open the door wider and he steps inside. “And, Noah,” he turns to look at me. “You don’t ever have to knock, okay? This is like your home, so just come in.”

“Okay, Auntie Harper.”

*Do you need help with Iris so you can hang out with Lilly?”

*Naah, we are good,” He looks down at his baby sister and smiles before giving her rosy cheeks a peck.

Anyone with two eyes can see that he adores Iris. The little girl has her big brother wrapped around her little finger. Noah is going to be a menace when it reaches time for her to start dating. He won’t be the only one. Rowan, Ethan, Reaper, and Gabriel, the men in her life, will make any boy interested in her run for the hills, screaming.

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I laugh, my heart at peace. The girls in our little circle will be well protected. I can already imagine how difficult it will be for them to date.

“What’s so funny?” Ava’s voice cuts through my thought.

I turn to look at her, Rowan by her side. Noah was right. They were making out. Her hair is a bit disheveled, and her lipstick is smeared.

“You look pretty in red, Rowan,” I tease. Both his and Ava’s eyes widen comically.

After the initial shock, he smirks and wiggles his brows. “Thank you. Anything my beautiful, gorgeous wife transfers on to me is bound to look pretty on me, and I’ll wear it like a brand if I have to.”

I hold back my laugh when Ava melts right in front of me. The look they give each other is as clear as day. If they weren’t here, they’d be in tangled limbs, under a bed sheet.

“Well, are you going to get in or are you just going to continue eye-fucking each other?”

Rowan isn’t a bit embarrassed, but Ava’s cheek tum a nice shade of pink.

“You haven’t told me why you were laughing?” Ava clears her throat while they get in.

*Just imagined how it’ll be difficult for Iris to date when she starts being interested in boys, given how overprotective Noah will be.” I finally say.

“I know right?” Ava chimes in with a little laugh. “Kids grow up so fast. Soon she’ll be ready to date, and, I am telling you, Noah will cockblock her.”

Rowan growls and then shudders at the picture Ava has just painted. “She’s not going to have sex or date. Hell, we’ll send her to a nunnery. Maybe we can convince her to be a nun. There is no way I will let some greedy, dirty hormonal little shit near her.”