Babysitting the Billionaire's son
Now, it just looked like what it was always meant to be — a promise that lasted.
After breakfast, we went outside. The air was crisp, cool, carrying the faint scent of the sea. The world was waking up — fishermen heading out, birds flitting through branches, life beginning again. Azi ran ahead, chasing butterflies, laughter echoing in the wind.
Aaron slipped his hand into mine. “You know,” he said, eyes following our son, “he’s growing up fast.”
“I know,” I murmured. “Sometimes I wish I could slow time down.”
He smiled softly. “You don’t need to. You’re already here for it now.”
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