Amaya flushed miserably when she remembered how obviously infatuated she had been the first time she had seen Aiden and recognised her own, unwitting role, in this façade. "How's your father?" She asked tightly and he nodded slightly, his face betraying the first hint of emotion since he had started telling the sorry tale. "Content, now that he's home," his voice was absolutely racked with the pain he was trying so desperately to disguise. "And your family knows about this 'deal' you made for the land?" She asked her own voice high with tension. "Yes." "No wonder they never expressed any desire to meet me, or made any overtures of friendship towards me," she said, half to herself and he made a muffled sound and moved a hand towards her face. She flinched away from his reach and his hand dropped halfway between them. "I'm sorry about your father," she said tonelessly. "I see now how impossible your situation must have been." "Even so... I could have treated you less..." he beg
"What are you doing here?" Amaya paused on the threshold to the kitchen and stared at the big man who stood in front of the open refrigerator wearing only baggy sweatpants, without shoes or a shirt, he turned around slowly to meet her eyes and she swallowed past the huge lump in her suddenly dry throat, God he was so much more beautiful than she remembered. She, however, felt unattractive and sloppy in the Sylvester the Cat silk shortie pyjamas she was wearing. She knew that she had a sleep crease down the side of her face and her hair looked like a bird's nest. "I live here," he replied casually, one hand grasping a carton of orange juice and the other lazily rubbing back and forth over the rippled contours of his abdomen. Her fascinated gaze fell to that hand and she imagined her own hand replacing his, she shook herself slightly to rid herself of the erotic image and focused on her outrage at seeing him so casually standing in the kitchen. "You're usually at work by this time,"
"You stay in here with Rhys," he murmured softly. "I don't want you getting upset by anything Lisa and I may have to say to each other." Before she could utter another word of protest he was gone. Amaya got up nervously, holding the baby to her chest. Much as she strained and strained she could not hear a single sound from the direction of the kitchen and she slowly began to move toward the kitchen as well. She was just outside the slightly ajar door when the sounds of their quiet voices finally reached her."But I don't understand why?" Lisa was asking, sounding baffled but, strangely enough, not too upset. "I still have at least a year within which to finish the loan, it's a substantial amount of money, so I don't see why you would do this?" Amaya bit her lip, wanting to intervene but not sure how anything she could do or say would persuade Aiden to change his mind, she felt helpless and furious and strangely hurt that he would carry out his threat anyway."It's the right thing to
"Two hours... three times a week," she found herself stipulating against her better judgement. Still, enforcing some kind of restriction on his request made her feel like she had some measure of control over the way things were going, he nodded eagerly."Name the days," he invited and she nibbled at the lower lip, giving it some serious thought."Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays," she deliberately chose his busiest office days, the days he often trudged home much later than usual, hoping that it would force him to cancel a lot of the time, his sharp gaze told her he knew exactly why she had chosen those days but he grinned suddenly and nodded."Fine with me," he acquiesced and she sat back feeling like she'd been manipulated somehow. Rhys had fallen asleep and Lisa reached out to take him from Amaya."I'll just put this little one to bed," the other woman said quietly and Theresa nodded numbly, she felt completely drained and looked it too, Aiden sat down on the sofa and leaned toward
"I won't be able to go to the doctor with you today, Amaya," Aiden informed Amaya while they were breakfasting in the dining room the following morning. She would never have admitted it but she had really been relying on having him there that day. She was in her sixteenth week of pregnancy and had been scheduled for a precautionary amniocentesis that day, because of her previous miscarriage, her doctor wanted to take no chances. She was a nervous wreck about the procedure and even though she knew the risks of complications were very low, they were still there. Also even though her logical mind told her that her baby would be fine she was still dreading the possible outcome of the test, Aiden had been a rock during her first ultrasound the month before, holding her hand while he listened to the whooshing sound of their baby's heartbeat for the first time and squeezing it tightly when they had caught sight of the fragile fluttering on the black and white monitor. It had been too early
In the end, Amaya sailed through the procedure, after some initial discomfort she was fine, it was Aiden who had difficulty with proceedings. Apparently he hadn't been lying when he said he didn't like big needles and when he saw the 7.5 centimetre needle he swayed enough for a nurse to hurriedly bring a stool over for him to sit on; he had thanked her but manfully chose to stand instead. That macho display of coolness lasted only long enough for them to insert the needle into her abdomen when he paled dramatically and practically collapsed onto the provided stool, keeping his eyes determinedly away from the needle and on Amaya's amused face. "Once, when I was ten," she started talking to distract him. "I fell out of a tree..." that certainly caught his attention. "What were you doing up a tree?" He sounded unflatteringly sceptical. "You don't strike me as the tomboy type." "I wasn't... but there was this poor little kitten stuck up there and I was a complete sucker for animals,"
"Just let me explain," Aiden said the moment they were outside the clinic, It was raining and Amaya hurriedly raised the hood of her coat over her head before scurrying for her car, he followed her even though she was still quite obviously ignoring him and keeping her back to him, she fumbled for her car keys in her large bag and he groaned in frustration before dropping his hands onto her narrow shoulders to turn her around. Her face was wet and he sighed deeply as he wiped at the moisture, which could have been tears or rain."I'm sorry," he whispered, lowering his head so that she could hear him over the clamour of cars driving by and the freezing rain. "Amaya, that didn't come out right. It didn't mean what you thought it did.""What does it matter what I think?" She finally asked bitterly."It matters," his large hands cupped her face and his forehead lowered to hers. "It matters very much, Theresa.""No," she shook her head slightly. "It doesn't." She put her hands to his broad
Amaya made a concerted effort to pull herself together, embarrassed by her mini breakdown. Rick was on the other side of the bed; he had Rhys cradled to his chest in a baby sling and was holding one of her hands with both of his, adding his silent support to her obvious distress."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she choked out slightly and Rick grinned down into her distraught face."Hormones. You know what you-know-who was like. The cost of tissues was bankrupting me," he said in a stage-whisper, jerking his jaw in Lisa's direction and Amaya half-giggled, half-sobbed in reaction before looking around the room in confusion."Where's Aiden?" She asked warily."Never thought I'd ever feel sorry for the guy," Rick told her half-seriously. "But when you turned on the waterworks, the poor dude looked like someone who'd just been told that both his best friend and dog had died in the same freak accident. He hovered for a few seconds before hot-footing it out of here like the hounds of