*
Aiden woke up to the sound of his mother humming to herself. His eyes opened slowly, and as he looked up, he immediately realised that he was in his room.
“Mom?” he called, groaning as he felt how dry his throat was. He tried to sit up, but Sandra immediately reached out and stopped him.
“Careful, Aiden,” she said. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Aiden wanted to point out that he was a grown man, and she didn’t have to fuss over trivial matters like him sitting him, but he let her fuss over him. It had been too long, and so many times when he was younger and he would get hurt in a fight, his mother would take care of him and nurse him back to full health. Perhaps she missed that part of their relationship, so Aiden wasn’t about to deprive her of that.
“Where is Bella?” he aske
