Babysitting the Billionaire's son
he’d said, voice strained, though he knew he couldn’t do anything about it—this was his child too, and I was the one carrying it.
In the past weeks, I had taken to walking every morning, hand in hand with Aaron. I’d been doing it for months, but recently it became an everyday ritual. It was simple but special, those early strolls through the peaceful land around our home. The place was surrounded by a wide, green field that stretched endlessly, a picture of calm. The quiet rustle of the grass and the distant chirping of birds always soothed me. Beside me, Aaron’s tall frame and protective grip made me feel safe, like no harm could ever reach me there.
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