HERMIONE
The press is waiting as Aiden's driver pulls into the curb.
Aiden's hand squeezes mine in a moment of reassurance, and we share a fleeting glance. He releases my hand as quickly as he holds it, before I can yank it off, much to my satisfaction.
He signals game on, and I push my aversion to him aside. Aiden's driver opens the door to the dazzling flash of camera lights and a barrage of questions.
Aiden handles the situation with aplomb as he reaches into the car to help me out. He looks to be in his element as reporters swarm around us.
As I step into the chaotic scene, my distress is apparent, and Aiden plants his palm tenderly on the small of my back, leaning closer to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
My belly shakes with amusement, and I can't help but smile, tilting
