Babysitting the Billionaire's son
It was full—full of understanding, of quiet love, of a shared sadness that didn’t need words.
And for the first time in a long while, I felt safe. Not because the pain was gone—it wasn’t. But because I wasn’t alone in it anymore.
Aaron tightened his embrace, resting his chin on my head. “You’ll heal,” he whispered. “Maybe not now, maybe not soon—but you will. And when you do, I’ll still be here.”
His words sank into me like sunlight through cold glass.
And as the night crept in and the world outside grew darker, I realized something.
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