Aria's POV
I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but strangely exhilarated after that awkward yet somehow meaningful moment with Aiden. My phone buzzed insistently, and I groaned, fishing it out from under my pillow. Lillian had bombarded me with messages.
[Lillian]: GIRL WHAT IS HAPPENING
[Lillian]: Are you wearing that sexy nightgown I got you for your birthday?
[Lillian]: Please tell me you're finally comforting your hot fake husband.
[Lillian]: Making baby Carters yet?
My face instantly heated to approximately the temperature of the sun. I typed back furiously:
[Me]: Seriously?! No! I just fed him some noodles and gave him candy to suck on!
The moment I hit send, I realized the catastrophic double entendre. My phone immediately exploded with laughing emojis.
[Lillian]: OH. MY. GO
