The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov
“What is it? What’s wrong with him!?” I rushed out, my heart aching while beating furiously in my chest.
Not a good combination.
My hands get clammy as I looked at Aiden in alarm. He must’ve noticed the tone of my voice and my panic stare because he
turned to me with furrowed brows and a worried
gaze.
“I’ll call you back Sergio.” He said and cut the line. He’s sending me worried looks that asked for answers that I couldn’t give as
yet. Not until I know what’s wrong myself.
“Ashton seems to have caught something. His nose is runny and he keeps calling for his mommy. Can you come to pick him up
please?” The woman said on the other line worriedly.
My heart sinks.
Oh my poor baby.
“I’ll be there in a few. Please tell him I’m on my way,” I said quickly while brushing my trembling fingers in my hair.
“Will do Miss.Bell.” The woman promised and then end the call.
I didn’t even have time to place my phone down when Aiden asked in a rush. “What’s wrong? Is it Ashton?” His voice had a tone
of worry and fear.
“He isn’t feeling well. Can you drop me off at the daycare?” I asked, gnawing on my lips. He was my boss after all and it would
be wise to ask him permission.
“Of course. Mitch forget about bringing me to the office today, take us to Ashton’s daycare.” Aiden demanded and looked at me
with a worried glare in his eyes.
“Is it bad? Anything to raise a concern?”
“She didn’t say. But she did mention that his nose is runny. My baby must’ve caught a cold.” I bit into my bottom lip worriedly.

My poor baby must be fussy. He’s always fussy when he’s sick.
“Our baby,” Aiden corrected softly and I nod. “Right,” I murmured.
I lift my hand to my mouth to bite my nails as I got more worried.
Suddenly my hand is pried from my mouth and is engulfed in Aiden’s warm one. His touch eases me more than I’d like to
admit.
“He’ll be okay mama bear,” He murmured, drawing our connected hands to the space between us on the seat.
For the rest of the drive he did not let my hand go, not even once. Not even when his phone rang and he answered it.
But when we stopped beside the daycare, I realized I didn’t want to let go. His hand was comforting. Warm and eased my
worries without him having to do much.
And with every five minutes that passed, Aiden would squeeze my hand. As if reassuring me that everything would be okay.
It was a really comforting feeling I never knew I’d get from him.
“I’ll call you back,” He said curtly to whoever was on the other line and ends the call.
“You don’t have to come in with me. I can go on my own-
“Don’t be ridiculous Sophie. I’m coming with you to get our son.” He grumbles as if annoyed that I even suggested that he could
stay.
I nod and untangle my fingers from his. His eyes shot down as if surprised that we were still holding hands and a surprising flush
crawled on his cheeks.
He clears his throat, opened the door and got out. He helps me out and I’m a bit dampened that he didn’t keep my hands
in his.
I miss his warmth but I was not going to make a fool out of myself.
So I let out a breath and started for the building with him close behind me.

When we entered and walked over to the woman I had spoken to, I can’t help but see that her eyes were not on me but on
someone behind me.
That someone was Aiden.
fire shooting from my nose.
Mrs. Georgia who was only just a couple of years older than me, looks over at me irritated and nodded stiffly.
The nerve of this woman.
She has always treated me warmly, which was one of the main reasons why I trusted my most prize possession, Ashton in her
care.
But one look at Aiden and the woman looks at me in spite.
She turns around, purposely swaying her hips in a way that had her blessed bottom j**gle.
I’m trembling with anger as I glared at her back and followed after her.
“Mrs. Georgia, I forgot to ask...how is your husband doing? The last time I saw him was in the diner.” I throw at her, making sure
I remind her that she was a married woman and to also warn Aiden that she was.
I mean I was saving him from doing a mistake...
I didn’t care if he f**ked her...
Mrs. Georgia who was once walking with such poise, shoulders dropped and her footsteps quickened once she heard my words.
“Nathan is doing okay,” She whispered in defeat and shame, making my shoulders straighten in triumph.
I’m still glaring at her as I followed after her, when suddenly
an arm circled around my waist and pull me closer. Aiden’s lips feather against my ear as he whispered. “You look so hot when
you’re jealous mama bear.”