Chapter 33
Alaria:
“And this is our room,” I said, smiling at the Alonso. He looked at Ashton, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw that my son was still awake.
His eyes met mine before he looked at Alonso.
“Hi, Alonso.” Ashton said, smiling at his older brother. I knew to be thankful for the way that I raised my son. He knew to be kind to everyone he saw, and I knew that it was something that I both treasured, but would have to teach him that it won’t be toward everyone. There would come a time when he would have to stand firm, strong, and not trust or let everyone
But now that I was by his side, his shadow and armor, I knew that I would be able to protect
him.
“Hello,” he said, and I smiled. I walked toward the bed where he was sitting, waiting for us.
“Alonso will be sleeping here for the night, would you be willing to welcome him over?” I asked, looking at Ashton. His eyes brightened, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw his. calm expression as he looked at the two of us.
“Are you okay, Alonso?” He asked, pouting his lips.
“Yes, I am fine. I had a bad dream,” he said, and I frowned. I hated it when children had bad dreams. It was something that Ashton used to wake up from sometimes, and I often found myself doubting a lot when I saw that happening. His eyes met mine and I gave him a quick. wink of assurance, silently letting him know that I wasn’t going to speak of it. I knew what it was like to be forced into something that you didn’t want. And he was a kid, judging him for an impulse wasn’t something that I was going to do. –
“Do you want to talk about it?” Ashton asked, and Alonso shook his head. Ashton looked at me, and I nodded, silently telling him to drop the topic. I always explained to him that when someone didn’t want speak of something, that we shouldn’t interfere. Thankfully, that was a lesson that he always kept in mind.
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Chapter 33
Alaria:
“And this is our room,” I said, smiling at the Alonso. He looked at Ashton, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw that my son was still awake.
His eyes met mine before he looked at Alonso.
“Hi, Alonso.” Ashton said, smiling at his older brother. I knew to be thankful for the way that I raised my son. He knew to be kind to everyone he saw, and I knew that it was something that I both treasured, but would have to teach him that it won’t be toward everyone. There would come a time when he would have to stand firm, strong, and not trust or let everyone
But now that I was by his side, his shadow and armor, I knew that I would be able to protect him.
“Hello,” he said, and I smiled. I walked toward the bed where he was sitting, waiting for us.
“Alonso will be sleeping here for the night, would you be willing to welcome him over?” I asked, looking at Ashton. His eyes brightened, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw his calm expression as he looked at the two of us.
“Are you okay, Alonso?” He asked, pouting his lips.
“Yes, I am fine. I had a bad dream,” he said, and I frowned. I hated it when children had bad dreams. It was something that Ashton used to wake up from sometimes, and I often found myself doubting a lot when I saw that happening. His eyes met mine and I gave him a quick. wink of assurance, silently letting him know that I wasn’t going to speak of it. I knew what it was like to be forced into something that you didn’t want. And he was a kid, judging him for an impulse wasn’t something that I was going to do.
“Do
you want to talk about it?” Ashton asked, and Alonso shook his head. Ashton looked at me, and I nodded, silently telling him to drop the topic. I always explained to him that when someone didn’t want speak of something, that we shouldn’t interfere. Thankfully, that was a lesson that he always kept in mind.
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“Okay,” he said, and I nodded, motioning for him to get in bed. I had to admit, the urge to explaining to them that they were brothers was one thing that I wanted so bad. I didn’t even know how they were going to process or digest it, whether or not they would accept each other, or if they were going to see one another as competitors.
“Do you want me to start over? Or shall I go on where I stopped?” I asked, and Alonso looked at Ashton, waiting for what he was going to say. It amazed me that the same boy, who was in the ceremony, angry, sat in front of me, waiting for permission. It showed that respected was earned and educated. He was approaching us the way we did to him. And I found myself lucky enough to know that I was doing a good job when it came to that part.
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