LOGINAria’s POV I stumble into the house, a little tipsy. Okay, maybe I am a little over-tipsy. I am not drunk though. I didn’t drink enough to get drunk. Just enough to be tipsy, and the earth is actually spinning in circles, and I have my bodyguard help me walk down the stairs and into my car because Mia is on bedrest. Thankfully, they didn’t say a word as they drove me home and now, I still think the earth is spinning as I stumble my way into the living room. The sound of the television fills the room and the familiar voice of Moana singing ‘How far I’ll go’ fills the room. I enter the living room and the sight I find makes me pause. The lights are off but the night light is on, the source of light in here is mostly from the television. Ronan is lying on the couch fast asleep with his daughter on his chest, her long black hair spread out over his chest and face while the rest falls down the couch. There is one empty plate and another unfinished plate of pasta on the floor beside the
Ronan’s POVMy house has never felt so…unfamiliar before. This is the same space I have been living in for months, the same furniture, the same decor that Aria and I spent hours selecting—she did most of the work, I just let her think we were doing it together. Speaking of Aria. I guess one of the reasons this house feels so unfamiliar now is the way things were this morning— aside from the fact that I have a little girl walking around the house and looking at every single thing in the house. Things were strained this morning. And I can’t even blame her for it. I didn’t get my usual good-morning hugs and kisses. She didn’t whine and laugh about how bitter her coffee is, even though we both know that thing couldn’t be any sweeter. Hell, she didn’t even take a single sip of coffee. And maybe I am to blame for that. I mean, I did spring Reina coming over on her. I should have confirmed if she was okay with it before replying to Aurora’s text but she was sleeping so peacefully and I
Aria’s POV “Aurora texted,” Ronan says after pushing my glass of coffee towards me. I pause, hesitate a little before wrapping my hands around the hot cup, allowing it to warm my hands and just…so I don’t start fidgeting. I look at him and blink. Twice. “Oh yeah?” I ask, unsure of what to say. Things have been a little strained between us since yesterday. I don’t have much memory of what happened after our little drama on the street. I remember him asking us to go back to the restaurant but I couldn’t bring myself to do that so I went home first, without saying goodbye to anyone, I know it was shitty but I am also sure they understood. “Yeah.” He answers simply, not providing any other details. I didn’t even know they exchanged details. I should have known they would though. They have a child together. Am I supposed to ask what the text says? Or am I supposed to wait for him to provide that information? Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know anything at this point. I turn the cup
Ronan’s POV I have considered many things that could have happened to me in the past. I’m not a daydreamer, but I am a big planner. But this… this is definitely not the kind of thing you plan; it’s not the kind of situation you see coming at all. At all. A child. A secret child. An entire human being. My child. My default response to all of these is to not believe Aurora but I can’t exactly deny a fact that is staring at me right in the eyes, looking at me like I am the most fascinating person in the world. And with those damn eyes that make it look like I am staring at a reflection of myself. She looks just like me. So much like me, it is uncanny. I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. I don’t know if I am hoping she isn’t real and this is just…a daydream or if I am in awe of her. Actually, I’m in awe of her. If I could get a mirror right now, I’m pretty sure we are both wearing the same expression. “I just…” I vaguely register Aria mumbling beside me. “I need a minute.”It t
Aria's POV Daddy?I look down at the little girl with a head full of hair, still holding on to Ronan as if her life depended on it. Ronan is standing there, eyes wide, arms raised, looking at her like he just saw a ghost. I don't know if I heard it wrong. But I am pretty sure I heard her calling him 'Daddy.' Now that brings me to the question, is it daddy, as in her father? Or daddy, as in cosplaying? What in the world is even going on here? "Reina, behave yourself. Come here." Aurora finally speaks, grabbing the little girl by her arm and pulling her to her side. I finally get a chance to see the child's face and... "I feel sick," I mumble under my breath, staggering back. Ronan wraps his arms around me immediately, holding me up. I pull out of his arms and take two steps away from him. Then I look between him and the little girl who is staring up at him with so much adoration. No. No. It's just a coincidence. They don't even look that much alike. It's not like she has
Aria’s POV “I think I am as ready as I can be,” I announce while looking at myself in the mirror. I look stunning like the birthday girl. Honestly, if I had even remembered my birthday and gotten the chance to prepare for it, I wouldn’t have done better than this. The dress we ended up going for is a butter-yellow tube dress. It is ankle-length, with a ruffled slit on the side that reveals the entirety of my right leg without being scandalous. The hairstylist styled my hair to perfection, all styled and held up with more pins than I ever expected, there are a few ringlets dropping and just giving it a messy but neat look. If that makes sense. My makeup, this is honestly one of the best makeup products I’ve ever had in my entire life. There is nothing minimalist about this makeup. She used every single product in the book and beat my face to perfection. The smoky eye and the blush? My favorite parts really. I look good, even I know that. “You are in fact very ready,” Mia says fr
Ronan’s POV I have barely looked up from my computer screen for the past forty minutes now. My blood is pumping really fast with urgency and deadlines. I normally don’t take urgent deals, I avoid them like the plague. I might be a workaholic, but I am also very meticulous and a perfectionist. I c
Aria’s POV “Answer me, Ms. Winslow. Did you have fun?” He asks again. I should say no, that feels like the right thing to say right now but where is the fun in that? His hold on my hair is so tight that it hurts, but in a good way. My asscheeks still sting from where he had just spanked me. I did
Aria's POV "You cameee!" Mia screams as soon as she sees me. She runs right out of the bar and jumps into my arms. I had to listen to Mama and step out of the house. I had nowhere else to go. I was a little tempted to go to Ronan's hotel, but that would have been an act of foolishness on my part,
Ronan’s POV “Rumor has it you haven’t stepped out of this room for a week now.” I look away from my screen and find Matt standing by my office door, looking at me with one of those foolish expressions that I hate so much. I have been getting those looks from my parents and surprisingly, my grandm







