Arwen nodded. "I do. But you can't be like this always," she said, pulling back slightly to look at him. "I can't bear to stay mad at you if you sweet-talk me. It makes things harder than they already are."
Before Aiden could say anything, he suddenly stilled at a faint sound. His brows furrowed as his gaze flickered down toward her stomach. When his eyes returned to her face, her cheeks were tinged with a soft blush, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Now you understand?" she asked gently. "You don't just make yourself suffer —you make me suffer with you. Can you really bear to do that?"
Aiden's brows drew into a frown, his expression solemn. "The next time I am late, you don't have to wait for me."
Arwen's eyes widened slightly. "That's your solution?"
Her tone grew a pitch sharp with disbelief. "Aiden, you —"
