Seducing My Ex's Father In Law (Submitting to My Mate's Father-in-Law) by Caroline Above Story updated 2025 - 26 - Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 938

Olivia’s friends.

But tonight, they bowed their heads respectfully, and I could hardly believe it. The whole thing felt surreal.

Then the dancing started.

I’ve never been a great dancer—not like I’m a fighter—but I can keep time, and slow dancing is easy. Just swaying back and forth, letting the music carry you.

Gavin drew me into his arms, and I wrapped mine around his neck. He looked at me with so much love and admiration that it stole the air from my lungs. Our song played softly in the background, and for a second, I thought I heard our son’s gentle coo over the music. But when I glanced over, he was fast asleep in Gavin’s mother’s arms. She barely left her seat all night, content to hold him close.

Halfway through the song, other couples joined us on the floor. When it ended, a faster, more upbeat track took over, and everyone broke apart, laughing and dancing wildly.

Gavin laced his fingers with mine and pulled me off the floor. We headed to his mother’s table, both of us wanting to check on our son. Matt was there too, chatting with Dianne, who looked exhausted.

“Hey, buddy,” Gavin said, resting a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “How about you go find someone else to talk to for a bit? I think your grandma needs a break.”

“Can we have cake?” Matt asked, eyebrows raised hopefully.

I laughed. No matter everything he’s been through, he’s still just a little boy. I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair.

“Soon,” Gavin promised. “We’ll cut the cake, and you’ll get the first slice.”

Matt cheered and took off, already on his next adventure.

“How’s my little boy?” Gavin asked as he sat beside his mother.

“He’s wonderful,” she said warmly. “Such a good baby. He reminds me so much of you at that age. I can already feel it… he’s going to be incredibly powerful.”

Pride lit up Gavin’s face.

But mine didn’t stay relaxed for long.

My eyes drifted around the room again, scanning every face. Still no Nan.

A tightness spread through my chest. This wasn’t like her. She wouldn’t just disappear—not today of all days.

I spotted my mom and dad talking across the room. My mom looked tense, and the knot in my stomach tightened even more. Without thinking, I turned and pushed through the crowd toward them. I could feel Gavin’s concern trailing after me, but I didn’t stop until I was standing directly in front of my parents.

They knew something. I was sure of it.

“What’s going on?” I asked, looking between them.

My dad met my gaze, his expression carefully neutral. “Nothing you need to worry about. Go celebrate your marriage with your husband.” He squeezed my shoulder gently.

I turned to my mom. If anyone was going to crack, it would be her.

“What is it?” I pressed. “Where’s Nan?”

Her eyes widened—and then flicked toward the door on the far side of the room. The one leading to the back offices. She caught herself almost immediately, but it was too late.

I’d seen it.

I was already moving.

“Judy, wait,” my mom called, heels clicking as she tried to catch up.

I didn’t stop.

I pushed through the door and froze when I heard a woman crying. Then a man’s voice joined hers.

“I thought it wasn’t possible…” the woman whispered. As I moved closer, my heart started racing. I knew that voice. “How is this possible?”

“The Moon Goddess saw fit to bless us,” the man replied gently. His voice was familiar too.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

Nan. And Chester.

They were here.

I rounded the corner, and they both stiffened when they saw me. Nan’s face drained of color.

“Judy…” she started.

I held up a hand, cutting her off.

“You left. I was worried sick about you. How could you just leave?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” she rushed to say. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. We had to run to the drugstore right after the ceremony. I’m so sorry…”

“The drugstore?” I repeated, disbelief sharpening my tone. “You left my wedding for an errand? And you couldn’t even find me to tell me? What could’ve been more important than this?”

I knew I sounded dramatic. Maybe even childish.

But I was hurt.

Nan glanced at Chester like she was asking permission to explain. When he gave her a small nod, I knew that’s exactly what she’d been doing—and it only made my frustration flare hotter.

I crossed my arms, ready to say so.

Then she spoke.

“I’m pregnant.”