The Direct Strike

ATHENA'S POV.

BACK TO PRESENT.

“That is Li…Lac.” I said to Aiden; sitting on a stool in front of the bed where he was, as the sound of Lilac's clacking heels approached the bedroom door, pronouncing Lilac's name slowly even though I knew it would be tough for him to repeat.

“Iiiiiii!” He screeched, and I laughed.

“Li…lac… Lilac…”

“Iiiiiii!” He screeched again, and the door was pushed open gently.

“Hey, Aiden.” She greeted, and he began to bounce, raising his hands upwards for her to carry him.

“Woah. He wants me to carry him?” She asked, incredulously.

“That's new. Try it.” I said, urging her, and she dropped some papers she had been holding, and lifted Aiden into her arms, only for him to frown at her, and struggle to be dropped.

“Then what do you want? You clearly asked me to lift you.” She said in frustration, and Aiden began to cry.

She dropped him gently on the bed, and he rolled over, trying to suck his feet, which he eventually did and grinned.

Lilac stared at him, and smiled.