Beauty And The Beast
She looked up first and smiled warmly when she saw Aiden.
“Good morning, kitten,” Alexander said without looking up from his screen, his voice casual but carrying that familiar edge of amusement.
Aiden groaned and dropped into the chair beside him, cheeks warming slightly. “Good morning… I guess.”
Alexander’s mother chuckled softly, her eyes kind. “Did you sleep well, Aiden?”
Aiden hesitated, the memories of the nightmare flashing through his mind for a second. “Eventually,” he answered honestly.
Alexander glanced at him briefly but said nothing, though his deep blue eyes lingered a moment longer than usual. They began eating quietly, fresh fruit, warm pastries, eggs cooked exactly how Aiden