Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon and Nyla didn't speak. They simply lay there, holding each other, feeling time slowly slip away.

Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Nyla and Damon were still asleep when there was a knock at the door.

"Daddy! Mommy! Are you awake?" Mason called.

Nyla stirred but still felt groggy, her eyes refusing to open. "Damon, can you get the door for Buddy?"

"Alright." Damon sat up, yawning as he walked to the door.

When he opened it, he looked down to see Mason fully dressed-hat, mask, everything-looking completely ready to go.

Seeing that Damon was still in his pajamas, Mason frowned. "Daddy, it's already past eight, and you guys are still sleeping?"

Damon leaned against the doorframe, looking a little helpless. "Mommy and I went to bed late last night. Can you let us sleep for just 30 more minutes?"

Mason thought about it seriously before nodding. "Alright. I'll wait for you in the living room."

"Good." Damon closed the door and climbed back into bed, pulling Nyla into his arms. "Let's sleep a little longer."

While he had been talking to Mason, Nyla had woken up completely. She pushed his hand away. "I'm already up—I won't be able to fall back asleep. I'm going to wash up. I'll wake you when I'm done."

Damon opened his eyes and looked at her. "If you're up, then I might as well get up too."

"You should rest a little longer. You haven't been sleeping well these past few days," Nyla advised.

"A few more minutes won't make a difference," Damon replied.

He sat up and followed her into the bathroom.

Nyla squeezed toothpaste onto their toothbrushes, while Damon filled their cups with water.

About ten minutes later, they were both dressed and walked into the living room. There, they saw Mason on the phone with someone.

As soon as he spotted them, he quickly hung up and hid the phone behind his back.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Buddy, who were you talking to?"

"Just a friend from kindergarten. I told him built a snowman yesterday, and he said he was super jealous because his parents won't let him play in the snow," Mason replied.

His little face was tense-clearly, he was lying.

However, Damon didn't feel like exposing him. He nodded. "Well, even if he can't build one himself,

you could show him the pictures you took. Let him enjoy it that way."

Nyla shot him a glare. "What kind of idea is that? Are you trying to make sure your

son has fewer friends?"

Damon chuckled. "What do you want for breakfast? I'll have them bring something up."

"I'm fine with anything. See what Buddy wants," Nyla said.

"He'll eat whatever we eat," Damon replied without missing a beat.

Mason was speechless. So kids wouldn't get a say, huh?

Damon called to have breakfast delivered.

Most of the food was things Nyla liked. Mason didn't object, since he liked the same things.

After breakfast, the three of them headed out.

Having eaten a big meal, they strolled leisurely toward the activity area.

Not long into their walk, Nyla's phone rang.noveldrama

Seeing that it was a call from

Harrison's housekeeper-who rarely

contacted her-she suddenly bad feeling. She quickly answered.

"Ms. Kinsey, Mr. Jayston has collapsed and is in the hospital. Can you come right

away?" the housekeeper informed.