"What are you doing?!"

"Relax, it'll be okay."

Miles gently stroked her hair before turning to leave the bedroom.

Shortly after, he returned, this time without his suit jacket. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a hint of his muscular chest beneath.

"The doctor said if the pain's too much, you can take some painkillers. They're not great for you, but it's better than suffering through it." "Oh..."

"I've sent someone to get them; they'll be here soon." After saying this, Miles climbed into bed next to her, lying on his side!

Felicity gasped, "You, you!"

He didn't reply, instead placing his palm on her abdomen and gently massaging through the fabric of her clothes.

It was a simple, caring gesture, devoid of any desire or flirtation.

she was a little girl and had bumped her head, and Langston would

to sleep, right? So close your eyes and rest. I'll wake you when the medication arrives." Felicity didn't reply, but

was the last thing on

"Langston."

"Hmm?"

was twelve, and

acknowledgment,

then, Felicity was much chubbier

little

that you'd be eighteen soon and

raising an eyebrow. "So why you started crying dessert

couldn't remember his father's exact words, but he vividly remembered how inconsolable Felicity had been that night. She managed a weak smile, "Yeah, I was so afraid you'd find a girlfriend before I was old enough. What would I

so naive back then, not worrying about anything, just thinking I wanted to be with

now!" she interrupted softly, "Now, I think too much, and I can clearly see the reasons

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