When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 293

The holiday was over, and Latham and Dorothea pushed it right to the limit before finally dragging themselves onto the plane. When they landed, it was almost midnight.

Dorothea’s cheeks were still pale, like she hadn’t quite recovered. She looked like she could use a nap—and maybe a transfusion.

“Babe, you should eat something. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Dorothea really did not want to deal with this guy right now.

“Gee, I wonder why I look so pale?”

The second the topic of having a baby came up, it was like Latham got hit with a shot of pure caffeine. For three days, the curtains in their room stayed closed. Every time Dorothea woke up, he’d make sure she ate. And after that, well, it was her turn to make sure he was fed, too. Three days of this. How was anyone supposed to survive?

Latham just laughed under his breath. “First time about to be a dad. Guess I got a little carried away.”

Dorothea rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might stick. “I’m not even pregnant yet! For the next two weeks, we are sleeping in separate beds.”

Latham looked at her, wounded. “Honey, what couple trying for a baby sleeps apart? How about, instead, you get up an hour earlier and come work out with me at the gym?”

All he got in response was the cool back of her head.

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Some people dreaded the end of vacation, but others couldn’t wait for the civil affairs office to open. Scott, dressed in a tailored black suit and holding his documents, waited outside Mamie’s apartment.

Mamie kept it simple and elegant. Under her coat, she wore a pale shirt—funny enough, both of them had picked white shirts under their jackets, like they’d coordinated without even trying.

“Are you sure you don’t need to ask your family first?” Scott asked quietly.

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