Babysitting the Billionaire's son
He was curious, eager to learn, and looked up to his father with a kind of admiration that only sons reserved for their heroes.
I could already imagine Azi growing up—tall, strong, mature, his features carrying the same strength and quiet confidence that Aaron had. Father and son, like reflections of one another. Aaron had raised him with such a good heart, with wisdom that seemed far too deep for his young years. And Azi—at his age—already thought and acted older, molded by the example of the man he adored most.
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