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“No.”
Aimon growled at his grandfather. “I wasn’t asking you.”
“You were trying to hint to her, which you cannot do until you get the yes from me.”
A deep breath left Aimon. “Fine. But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want to spend time with my daughter.”
“One you wouldn’t have it wasn’t for me.”
Tightness pulled in Aimon’s face, and I knew he was about to explode. I grabbed his hand, shaking my head.
“Don’t.”
“Fay.”
“I said no. Let it go. Your focus is here.” I moved his hand a little lower, and Lucia took care of the rest by kicking. His attention was back where it needed to be, and me: I gave Charles a warning look, but he was already looking back at his papers.
“I went with pale pink. I almost went with a light purple, then a soft green, but pink just seemed right. I like the way the nursery came out. You should come see it when you get a chance.”
Aimon searched my eyes, saying so much more than nursery talk. He wanted me back, so that he could focus on us as well. Marriage…God, I wanted so much more than what we could currently have.
“I think I’d like that. I have a nursery too. Do you want.” I stopped, turning to Charles. “I’m taking Aimon to the nursery. Do you need anything while I’m up?”
“No. I think I’m going to have Parker take me to my room. I’m getting tired. I think I’ll have my nap early today.”
“That’s a good idea. I was just thinking the same thing. I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”
“See you, then.”
I stood, and Aimon followed me out of the room. His surprise couldn’t be hidden as we headed up the steps.
“Is he seriously letting me do this? My grandfather must really love you. His rules are not to be broken.”
“We understand each other.”
“I can see that. Are you okay to move around so much? These stairs look painful for you to climb.”
I laughed as we entered the second floor. “This is only the beginning. It’ll get harder, but I promised Charles I’d move to the first floor when it started to get too tough. That or take the elevator.”
“Good. I don’t like you on those stairs.”
“I’m fine, Aimon. I’m careful.”
We headed down the hall, turning into Aimon’s old door. When I swung open the barrier and shut us in, it was no longer a king-sized-four-poster bed with its heavy wooden armoire and dresser. There was a white crib in its place with Lucia’s name above it, a rocking chair, and a changing table nearby. The circular rug centered in the middle matched the pink bear theme that was decorating the bed set.
“Wow, this is beautiful. You did great, Fay. Seeing all this makes it so real, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
“This room doesn’t even look the same. It feels so long ago that I was here.”
“Forever, really.”
Aimon stepped in, towering over me. “Fay, I’ve missed you. I can’t stand not being together. Is it hard for you, too?”
That all-too-familiar longing had me reaching for him. “It is.”
He nodded, grabbing my hands.
