My uncle, My mate
It was a feeling I never expected to feel with the one who had rejected me and made me feel worse than I ever should.
"Aria, I'm trying. I'm your uncle....," Ronald began to say with his head forced to be in between my boobs.
"My uncl-," he cut me off before I had the chance to complete what I was saying.
"I'm your father's brother. Your uncle, Aria. Do I need to spell it out for you again?" He continued, sighing this time but I could hear the tiredness in his voice.
At least, I wasn't the only one finding all of this stressful and tiring. The thought had me smiling, knowing that compared to his last resolve, he was now weak against whatever we had come to feel.