Three Friends-With-Benefits Begged Me Back After My Pregnancy

We got home.

Adam carried in my luggage.

My parents greeted him warmly. "Adam, what's wrong? You look awful."

I nearly choked on my drink.

Since when were they this close?

Noah piped up from behind me. "Mommy says he's mean and scary. He's probably just been dumped!"

Adam froze mid-step, luggage still in hand, wearing that wounded puppy look again.

This kid's mouth was absolutely savage, as if I wasn't embarrassed enough already. What if this guy turned out to be his actual father?

I could only smile through the pain.

Adam insisted on cooking dinner himself.

In an apron, he actually looked domestic — husband material, almost.

Back in the day, I practically had to beg on my hands and knees before he'd grudgingly make me a bowl of noodles.

And every time we were together, I'd just lie there enjoying myself while he did all the work until my back ached.

I'd never once said anything nice about it.

Then I tried to make up for it with money.

No wonder he used to hate me.

During dinner, Noah kept running his mouth, and Adam kept white-knuckling his fork.

The whole meal was a minefield.

Then Mom, with zero filter, brought up my so-called fiancé.

"Anna, after you bailed on the engagement, that guy never found anyone else. Maybe he's waiting for you. Want me to put in a word?"

I was about to shut it down when Adam slammed his fork on the table.

"I'm done. Something came up at the office. Thanks for dinner."

As he passed me, his eyes were pure ice.

Goosebumps everywhere.

He still hated me, obviously.

That night, I was putting Noah to bed. He clutched my fingers and wouldn't let go.

"Mommy, please don't find me a daddy. I just want you."

I pinched his cheek. "Who said anything about finding you a daddy?"

Noah pulled the blanket up to his chin, pouting. "So you don't like that Adam, right?"

I froze, almost laughing.

"Of course not. Just friends."