The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

Aiden showed me to the shower while he clutched Ashton’s hand so he would follow us.

“I don’t have feminine products, but I can get someone to

send-

I turned around to see Aiden blabbering, a faint flush crawling on his cheeks and settling there.

I shook my head no, smiling. “No, that’s fine. I’ll be quick.

I said and crouched down to level with Ashton who was fascinated by the fancy kn*bs on the bathroom cabinets.

“Hey bug, you be good for daddy while mommy has her shower okay?” I asked, pinching the front of his shirt.

Ashton didn’t look the least bit interested in listening to what I had to say. He was too preoccupied with trying to pull the draws open.

I giggle and raise my eyes to meet Aiden’s who’s staring at me with an emotion that has my gut twisting.

“Be careful with this little one, he’s a destroyer.” I ruffled Ashton’s hair and rise to my feet while smiling brightly at

Aiden.

Never had I ever felt so happy with just us three in the same room together. All my worries about the media and whatever was going on behind the scenes, seem to evaporate when I’m

with Aiden and our son.

There is an intense heated look that passes through his eyes that

They don’t hold much weight in my life. Ashton on the other hand is my life and

of honesty in his voice and that swirled in his eyes had me catching my breath. He talked so fondly of his son, his voice filled with pure love. It had my heart pounding

clears his throat, looking away awkwardly. “Okay, then I suppose Ash and I will leave you to it,” His upper lips tug up. “Come on little b*gger, let’s

of my cheek to stop from smiling so widely. But even that doesn’t help

more and more flustered and nervous while staring at me. He looked to have been contemplating if to go

just me alone in the huge suite bathroom that

only had my panties and bra on to get rid of when the door

my cleavage as I whip around. Aiden is standing there, stunned and silent, his eyes on my legs. They roamed up my

towel,” He whispered hoa*sely, lifting up

in Aiden’s hair, completely transfixed and not caring about his surroundings to witness his father gawking at his

out to take it from his hand, my body heating up while my face reddened with a blush. “Thank you,”

when I do so but he doesn’t word it out. He leaves soon, leaving me alone staring at my flushed

It sent electricity swirling into my stomach, causing the sensitive

Sophie. Don’t you dare just give in to him so early. Let him work a little harder this time.” I warned myself and then felt like a

reflection.

Aiden’s pov

think I have my small ball somewhere

son, tickling him when he tried to grab a hold

my strands, then this time my hair would surely

a bit which made a huge

more when I get to hold him. He also had his mother’s

I had since I was a kid. That was the only past object from my childhood that I brought with me to new york and brought it

peaceful my life was and how happy I was when my father gifted it

when he looked excited when the orange ball came into his view.