Aiden looks at me and then Luke with a clueless expression.Damn. Even Aiden notices it.
"Let's go, Aiden." Luke puts his coffee back on the table. "I'll see you later, Cassie." With that said, he walks off.
Wait. Is he not going to have any breakfast? Are they that late?
Aiden gets up from his chair and slings his backpack across his shoulders. "Bye, Cassie." He beams at me, and I hug him.
"Bye, Aiden." I give him a warm smile.
Aiden grins and follows Luke. Automatically, I stand up from my chair, watching them go.
Isn't breakfast the most important meal of the day? Luke shouldn't have skipped it. I hope that he's not so busy at work that he'll skip another meal.
Geez. Chill, Cassie. It's just a fucking breakfast. Even I myself have skipped three meals in a row. Luke surely doesn't have that sick mentality and gastric acid problems like I do.
I sit back and stare blankly at my plate, which is still full of myfood. This startles me. I haven't even touched my own breakfast. I've been too busy thinking about him.
Oh, gosh, did I just say that I was thinking about him too much?
Yeah, sure. I did. I even said that he's adorable, and I'm aware that I worried about him just now.
I can't believe myself. Haven’t I always thought that he was annoying as hell? Didn't I always want to choke him to death?
Burying my face in my hands, I feel my cheeks heat up again. My heart is beating fast, restless.
What the hell is wrong with me?
???
"Now, you're the demon." Aiden laughs.
Later in the afternoon, after Aiden comes home from school, we play hide and seek. It's my turn to count, and I lean my forehead against the wall of the living room, counting from one to twenty, while Aiden searches for a place to hide. A small smile forms on my lips.
After I finish counting, I look around the room. From what I heard just now, there's no sign that Aiden has gone far.
"Aiden," I call. "Where are you?" I tease.
When I first thought of taking a break from the spotlight and living with Luke Klein, I never expected that my heart would feel so light, that I would be able to play with a bundle of joy like this.
Right now, I feel so grateful for everything that has happened.
I look for Aiden behind the piano. He's not there. Then I look behind the sofa. Still, I can't find him. My eyes dart to the curtain of the window, and I catch sight of his tiny feet below the curtain.
I have to suppress my laughter. Oh, Aiden, why do you have to be so cute?
Slowly, I approach him. "I wonder where you're hiding, Aiden," I say in a playful tone before pulling the curtain open and catching him, attacking him with tickles.
Aiden bursts into laughter, and so do I. He laughs so hard to the point that he has tears in his eyes, because I haven't stopped tickling him.
"Well, well, well," a deep voice startles us, making us freeze.
We snap our heads toward the source of the voice, only to find Luke coming from the foyer.
"How could you two play the game without the real demon?" He raises his brows, his signature smirk on his face.
"Luke!" Aiden rushes toward him, and Luke catches Aiden in his arms, lifting him in the air.
Their laughter echoes in the room before Luke puts him down.
