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         We walked up the stairs of his mansion to the double door. Aidan was holding my hand and I could hear him giggling. Carlos was looking at him with a full smile. I thought. He was still wondering if his son was a copy of him.

       I glanced over my shoulder, raking my gaze over the beautiful garden. I saw a valet driving his car away. He was going to make me feel as if I had come to another planet Beautiful than my little house. 

       He put one possessive hand around my shoulders, sending a thrill down my spine. It could be by mistake. I cleared my throat. 

      But he tugged me toward the stairs. I plucked my gaze from him to my son. I did not want him to fall, "Aidan, be careful, baby."

      He chuckled, "I'm not a baby, mom." 

      Carlos laughed softly. An old woman in a white uniform opened