No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 148

**My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 148: Daddy**

As Amelia stepped out of the car, her heart began to race. There stood Hayden, a little boy who bore an uncanny resemblance to Evan, the gentle soul she remembered so vividly. The sight of his cherubic face stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her—a mix of nostalgia and an ache that felt all too familiar.

With a quick motion, she pushed the car door open and emerged, her feet hitting the pavement with an urgency that matched her heartbeat. The moment Hayden caught sight of her, he halted in his tracks. He lifted his head, his bright, clear eyes blinking in surprise as if he were confirming a long-held belief, and then, like the sun breaking through clouds, a radiant smile spread across his face.

“Aunt Amelia!” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with joy.

Amelia felt her breath hitch in her throat, caught off guard by the warmth of his greeting. It was far more affectionate than she had anticipated, and the suddenness of it left her momentarily speechless. She stood frozen, her mind racing as she grappled with the unexpected wave of affection.

“Hay… Hayden, hi,” she managed to stammer, attempting to infuse her voice with a gentleness she hoped would match his enthusiasm. “It’s really lovely to meet you.”

With the determination only a child could possess, Hayden dashed toward her, his little legs propelling him forward with uncontainable energy. He looked up at her, his expression serious and earnest, as if he were a tiny adult delivering important news. “Aunt Amelia, Dad told me to bring you a gift.”

As he spoke, he turned around, wrestling with the zipper of his small backpack. The effort was comical, and Amelia couldn’t help but smile as she watched him struggle. Finally, he triumphantly pulled out a luxurious blue velvet gift box, cradling it with both hands as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Amelia’s heart swelled at the sight of the beautifully wrapped box, but as she looked into Hayden’s eager, hopeful eyes, a wave of awkwardness washed over her. She felt a pang of embarrassment—here she was, an adult, and yet she had come empty-handed while this five-year-old had gone through the trouble of preparing a gift for her.

It was akin to showing up for an exam only to realize she hadn’t even brought a pen. The humiliation was palpable.

With a fleeting glance toward Mason, who stood behind Hayden, she silently pleaded for assistance—her eyes begging, Save me.

Mason’s figure loomed behind the boy, the light casting a shadow over his features, making it difficult for her to read his expression. Yet, in the depths of his usually inscrutable eyes, she caught a glimmer of amusement, as if he relished in her moment of discomfort.

He remained silent, seemingly enjoying the sight of her floundering in this endearing yet awkward situation.

“Aunt Amelia, don’t you like it?” Hayden’s voice broke through her thoughts, his brows furrowing slightly as he noticed her hesitation to take the box. The brightness in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of hurt.

“No! No, that’s not it!” Amelia exclaimed, snapping back to reality, her heart racing at the thought of disappointing him. She reached out and gently accepted the box from his tiny hands, holding it close to her chest as if it were a fragile piece of glass. “I love it. Thank you, Hayden. And please thank your dad for me too.”

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