Novel & Cerita Please Come Home Hoodie

At the very least, not now. Two days after I was discharged, Aiden finally came home. Chloe was sent to her grandmother's house. I was sitting alone at the dining table, eating a bowl of plain noodles. He walked in, took off his coat, changed his shoes, and glanced at me. His voice was indifferent as he said he was out of town for a conference the past two days. I kept my head down, focusing on my noodles, and didn't bother responding.

I stared down at myself, My curves stubbornly refused to cooperate. The hoodie hid some of them, obviously Not enough. I sighed dramatically… "This is the best we're getting." The hoodie smelled faintly familiar, Coffee, Soap And something annoyingly expensive… Kaizen's hoodie. I have refused to wash it since he gave me…. Somehow I love his scent. The same one he'd given me weeks ago when I'd been freezing, the memory made me scowl. Focus, Mission first….Annoying boy later. ***** At exactly Nine thirty pm, the penthouse became quiet…

"Yeah, it is but I didn't bring any other clothes..." "Right... You can wear one of my shirts though, I'm sure they'll be getting to your knees..." "Oh, you sure?" "Yes, it won't be a bother," He signaled her to follow him to the room and there he picked out some shirts and hoodies, "anyone you want..." "Uhm... I might just go for this hoodie..." She picked up a blue hoodie that was on the bed and smiled. "Oh okay, you can use the bathroom too," "Thanks,"

“Unless you’re planning on sleeping in a place with an open door, you two coming with me,” “Pap-“ “I’m not negotiating, Indra,” he turns to his daughter, who huffs out crossing her arms. The big hoodie she had on was mine, with the Korean engraving at the back, written ‘Vincenzo’. Ask me why I’d customised that, and I wouldn’t tell you. I love that hoodie, just as much as I loved the series. And uh…*cough* Vincenzo. “I mean it, mija. I can’t leave you here knowing you’re unsafe,”

He wonders what her package might be since the box itself is a bit big, but a little lightweight. He arrives at his apartment and directly went to the kitchen. He puts down the package on the kitchen counter and gets his scissors in one of his drawers. He opens the box with the scissors and he was surprised to see what Jaiden sent him. It was a personalized hoodie. It was a black and blue colored hoodie, with his name at the back, and animated-looking birds in front. Then he remembers his green-cheeked parakeet, named Phili, from his childhood days. He looked inside the box to see if he left something there. He notices that there was a letter from Jaiden. The letter reads;

" She huffed and looked back at the television "You are right about that, I am huge," he smirked and she looked away, her cheeks slightly turning pink as she got up and left saying, "Whatever, I'll get your hoodie." After a while when Ariel came back with a grey hoodie and white sneakers, Aiden was busy talking with someone on his phone. "Yeah, see you soon." He hung up when he saw Ariel. Taking the hoodie and the sneakers he started getting dressed. "Get ready," "For what?" She asked

The small curve of my belly that used to disappear under loose shirts is pushing harder against the fabric of my jeans, making the button dig uncomfortably into my skin until I finally give up and raid Jeremy’s closet for hoodies. I’m standing in front of Jeremy’s closet with the door pulled open, my hands rifling through his clothes. This is wrong. But nothing I brought with me fits anymore and I’m desperate and Jeremy’s in the shower so he won’t even know I borrowed something. I pull out a dark green hoodie that looks soft and worn and hold it up. It’s huge, definitely going to swallow me whole. I pull the hoodie over my shirt and it’s hanging almost to my knees with the sleeves extending

I have started to notice a pattern when they change shifts and when they get over and stand chatting by the gate. If this is what he has to guard the house I see an opportunity to sneak out of here! I take my time and when all the cleaning is done I start to go through the wardrobe and try to find things that can be useful. A woman's jacket is laying in one of them and trying it on it is a bit large but will due. Taking one of his black hoodies I find in the back of his wardrobe is just perfect. Way too big but I like it! Putting it on I take the hoodie to my nose and sniff it. A warm feeling is spread in my body and I will keep it on.

I said with a smile and I don't want to disappoint her by telling 'no'. We saw a lot of showrooms which had the best collection of hoodies. Nike, Noah, Comme des Garçons PLAY, Champions, Reigning Champ etc. She took me to the Reigning Champ showroom. It has the best collection of French Terry Pullover hoodies. She was good at selecting dresses. So she selected a hoodie after seeing all the models. She took a Grey coloured one and gave it to me to take a trail on. Yes, her selection was best and it suits me well. When I came out of the trail room, she ran to me and hugged me.

Nobody noticed me, so I never thought it was really necessary. Until now. "Not even a simple T-shirt?" He asks as if this is the most surprising thing anyone has ever told him. "No." I look down, my cheeks burning in embarrassment as he looks at me. "Here. Go put this on and I'll take you to get your face painted." He hands me a hoodie that was in his bag. The light material felt warm and soft in my hands. The white color contrasting with the red and black lettering. His name and number printed on the back and the team and school name on the front.