Hailey’s POV
I stood in front of my closet, packing a few clothes into my bag for the weekend getaway with Aiden's mom. As I went back and forth between the closet and my bag, my mind began to wander to the events of the previous night.
Aiden's words echoed in my head, sending a shiver down my spine. "Then let me be the father of your child, Hailey." I remembered the shock that had coursed through my veins, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. "What?!" I replied weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.
As I recalled the conversation, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Gratitude, guilt, and a hint of fear all battled for dominance. I leaned weakly against my bag, feeling overwhelmed by Aiden's kindness.
I thought back to my response to Aiden's offer. "No, Aiden, I can't let you
