Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 209

ARIELLA

My two worlds. Collided. Face to face.

Leon.

Asher.

Asher crouched in front of him, still in nothing but his boxers, one hand resting gently on Leon’s small shoulder. And Leon, my little boy, stood frozen in his dinosaur pajamas, messy hair stuck in odd angles, cheeks streaked with tears. He looked like he’d just crawled out of bed, shaken from some dream or maybe just disoriented.

But his wide, curious eyes were locked on Asher. And Asher’s gaze on him?

It was unreadable. Complex. Stunned. Quiet and Heavy. I stood in the doorway, unable to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest because no matter how much I had rehearsed this moment, it had never looked like this. So Real. Too soon.

And far too late.

I couldn’t see Asher’s face clearly from where I was standing. He was completely focused on Leon. He was looking at him like he had just discovered the world, or maybe like he was his world. His universe. The center of something bigger.

There was something so still, so intense about the way he stared at him, like he was searching. Reading. Trying to solve a puzzle only he could understand. As if Leon was a riddle left unsolved all this time.

Asher didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. He was just there, silent, crouched in front of my son...our son, his hand resting gently on his shoulder like he had always belonged there.

It wasn’t just calm. It was sacred. Like he was preparing Leon for something important. Like tomorrow there would be a test, and today he needed to study his face, memorize his spirit, understand him down to his soul.

And I… I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.

I stood frozen in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in nothing but a towel and a mess of fear and disbelief.

Because this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Not like this....Not like this.

But maybe it was never up to me.

I finally find the word.

"Asher...."

It comes out of my mouth, but it’s not loud. It’s not even a proper word, really. It’s soft, broken—more breath than voice. A whisper. And it’s like they don’t even hear me. Like I’m not even there.

Asher and Leon, father and son, still facing each other, locked in a moment that doesn’t belong to me.

And there’s something on Leon’s face...something I wasn’t prepared for. Curiosity and....hope?

Not fear. Not confusion. Just that deep, wide-eyed curiosity, like he’s just been handed a new toy and he wants to know exactly how it works, where it came from, why it feels familiar.

And then it happens. The question that had been hanging in the air.

“Are you my dad?”

It slips from Leon’s lips so softly, so innocently, but it might as well have been a scream. Because the second he says it, I feel the tears spring to my eyes. My knees buckle, but I catch myself before I fall.

I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready for this moment. Not like this. Not with Leon asking his father if he is his father....barefoot, in his little dinosaur pajamas, cheeks still warm from sleep, while I stand soaking wet in a towel behind them.

Not with Asher crouched there, half-naked, having no idea his son even existed.

God! There’s so much regret. So much I wish I could take back. So much I wish I had done differently.

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