Romans & histoires Aaron's Patience

“You know, this is the first time I’ve heard someone—other than me and his father—speak about Aaron so lovingly. Thank you, Nessa.” Oh. I opened my mouth to respond, but she kept going. “Aaron… he wasn’t built for this world,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “He’s soft. He sees the good in everyone. He’s patient, even when it costs him his happiness. He started working two jobs at sixteen just to support this family. I watched him drain himself every day with a smile on his face. I saw him watch his friends go to college while he worked, and I knew how much it hurt him, but he never complained. He always put others first.” She exhaled, smiling sadly. “I’m just happy he’s finally

"**Ryann** Aaron has been acting strange lately. It took me a while to be sure of it since he doesn’t emote much. But he seems… tired. Less engaged with things than he usually is. He’s good at hiding it. But I’m sure I’ve caught him yawning more than once recently. I tried pointing it out but he just gave an apologetic shrug and waved it off. Is he working too much? Or is it something else, something in his personal life? I don’t know much about what he does when he’s now following me around. It’s not like he talks about himself all that much. No one I ask seems to know anything either. He’s a very private person, but surely he doesn’t just sit at home all the time. Okay, this is my new miss

“But trust me, I’m doing all of this for his sake. I want him to have a secure future, but I don’t want to put him in danger for it.” Irene smiled at me and shook her head. “I can’t believe you think you have to apologize and explain everything to me. When did I ever tell you I was sick and tired of this?” I smiled back at her as she continued, saying, “You know, Aaron isn’t like a lot of babies. He seems to know what his mom is going through for him. That’s why he doesn’t cry as much as other children do. He doesn’t fuss a lot as well.”

"Aaron sighed heavily, running frustrated fingers through his chocolate brown hair. I always thought his hair had a perfect texture, and the urge to run my hands through it sometimes was strong, but I refrained for obvious reasons. I couldn't deny the fact that he had a handsome face and gorgeous appearance but he had such a shitty attitude that it made those features hard to see sometimes. "And how much time exactly do we have to raise this money?" Aaron asked. "Well, not a lot of time," Dad replied. "But I'm sure three months is sufficient if you are working hard enough."

I found my mate, and the situation is not good. He shoved the coordinates through the link, felt their immediate alarm, their instant mobilization. On our way, Raven responded, already moving. Hold position. Don't do anything stupid. How long? Aaron demanded. Ten minutes. Maybe less. Ten minutes. An eternity. Aaron could hold his position. He was trained for this—patience, strategy, waiting for backup before engaging. He was Alina's son, raised to be smart, to think before acting, to never let emotion override tactical sense.

" Aaron screams, and with every word, the echoes grow. "I’m investing a lot of money in you guys, so it is my responsibility to inquire about you. "You are not capable of my status." "Are you kidding me? If we are not capable, then who?" Bryan screamed. "How are you capable? When you give more importance to the money than to the patient?" Aaron's single confession made Bryan shut his mouth. The doctors looked at each other. They understood, Aaron listened to their conversation. "I don't want a doctor who doesn't have patience." Aaron looks at the doctors.

Aaron is a gentle giant most of the time, at least towards children and she-wolves. What on earth could this be about… Suddenly a mind-link from Aaron interrupted my pondering. “You have been standing outside the door for 10 minutes. Are you going to come in, or do we have to drag you in?” Sigh. Time to face the music.

"It's alright. As long as I endure for half an hour, once the ceremony is over, I'll sit back in the wheelchair." "Just half an hour, Aaron. Your leg is made of bones, not iron!" Matt scolded him impatiently. "Enough, stop talking. I still need to return to the Brown house later. Get on with it quickly!" Aaron didn't want to continue the discussion. Aaron lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but think about Elaine's recent phone call. He opened his eyes again and reached for his phone, which made Matt glare at him. "What's wrong now?"

He moaned and grabbed his toe fingers painfully, while cursing Naina under his breath. "whether she is with me or not, her name is enough to hurt me... (He looked at the ceiling once again) only you know what mistakes I had made in the past that you are punishing by writing that dumbo in my fate. I am sure once she'll vanish from my life, everything will get fine..." Aaron said, aggressively but more than aggressive he was looking cute like an angry child. Taking all the time of universe, he got ready for the collage, actually more than collage he was excited to meet his girl and his friends whom he hadn't talk properly in past two days because of his dumb forced wife.

“It doesn’t matter. I feed him once in a while.” Areiza forced a smile after being stunned for a moment. She then carefully picked up the fork and fed the spaghetti to Aaron. Aaron was obediently sitting on the chair, looking at her with his big eyes, waiting for her to feed him another mouthful. Looking at them being so close to each other, Darren felt like a complete outsider. Soon, Aaron was done eating and let out a satisfied burp. he patted his belly and said, “Mom, I’m full.”