William, who was usually so cold and reserved in public, let a faint smile cross his face the moment he saw me.Our little boy barreled into my arms, then froze when he saw the blood on the back of my hand. He shrieked, "Mommy, what happened to your hand? Did someone hurt you?!"Hearing him call me 'Mommy' drew every eye in the room. I heard people suck in shocked breaths. Guests who had just been sneering at me now stared in disbelief.Our son, Aiden, had a knack for sensing things. He was just like his father. His concern warmed my heart and wiped away the gloom that had been hanging over me. I hugged him close and kissed his soft cheek. Then, I replied in a soft voice, "I'm okay."Aiden carefully cupped my hand, his little face full of worry, and gently blew on the wound."Pain, pain, go away! Mommy, tell me who hurt you!"Even though William had taught him that boys should not cry at any little thing, Aiden's eyes reddened when he saw me hurt. My heart ached watching
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