From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 118

She honestly couldn't imagine how much trouble a kid could really get into.

Ethan Carter shrugged, his tone casual. "Give a boy three days without discipline and he'll tear the roof off. Uncle Lance and Adelina can hardly stand to watch him for even a minute."

Olivia Bennett let out a low whistle. "But what if it's a boy, and he's just as wild as Jasper Lane was growing up? What then?"

Ethan grinned. "Hand him over to Jasper. Let him finally know what it felt like for everyone else when he was a kid."

Olivia chuckled. "So, what goes around comes around, huh?"

Ethan didn’t pause what he was doing—his hands busy kneading the knots in her lower back. "If the kid's quiet? Jasper doesn't get him."

They bantered back and forth until Olivia finally called out, "Alright, that's enough, I feel so much better now."

She felt better, but the ache hadn’t disappeared completely.

"Let me keep going for a bit," Ethan insisted, his hands still working.

Olivia grabbed his wrist and set his hand firmly on his own thigh. "Seriously, that’s enough. If you keep this up, my back will be fine and your hand will be sore instead."

Ethan’s voice was low. "I'm fine. Are you really sure?"

Olivia nodded, standing up. "Yes, yes, I’m good. Really!"

No sooner had she said it than there was a thump outside the door, as if someone had bumped into the wall.

Olivia arched a brow, exchanged a look with Ethan, and went to open the door.

Adelina Lane stood there clutching a mug of warm milk, looking more than a little embarrassed.

Olivia noticed and asked, "Mom, is there something else?"

Adelina bit her lip, clearly torn, but finally spoke in a low, worried voice. "You’re not quite three months along yet, honey. The baby's still fragile. Don't let him get too, uh, carried away. If he won't listen, make him sleep in the guest room, alright? Take care. Good night."

The sudden, rapid-fire advice left Olivia stunned, her mind spinning.

She watched her mom disappear down the hall, then realized what had just happened—and her face instantly turned as red as a boiled lobster.

She closed the door, still flustered.

Ethan, of course, had heard every word. Seeing her crimson cheeks, he came over and ruffled her hair.

"Relax. Don't overthink it. She meant well, and honestly, we're married—it's not like we're doing anything wrong, even if she thinks we are."