Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 8
I smiled warmly. “I’m glad I got him.” Even if every time I saw his face it was like a sucker punch to the gut. He looked so much like his big brother it wasn’t fair to the girls at Darlington. I had no doubt hearts were already breaking over Aiden McCabe.
“If he gives you any trouble, or thinks he can get away with goofing off in your class, you have our permission to give him a smack upside the head,” Uncle Ky chimed in.
Aunt Jax grinned and took a sip from her glass, “Just remind him you know where all the naked baby photos of him are.”
“Aiden’s no trouble.” I adored the kid who was as much my little brother as Colton was, only sweeter and less obnoxious than Colt, but maybe that was the larger age gap. I was ten years old when Aiden was born, Aunt Jax and Uncle Ky’s miracle. I remembered holding him, all fair-haired and green-eyed, just like Abel, and thinking that’s what my babies would look like one day.
Our two families were bonded by Aunt Jax’s lifelong friendship with my dad, but once upon a time, I’d believed that one day it would be official, that something more would make our two families one, that Aunt Jax and Uncle Ky wouldn’t just be like second parents.
Foolish, naive dreams.
“He’s a good student and a good kid,” I assured them.
Aunt Jax sighed heavily, “I worry sometimes that we’ve spoiled them too much, given them too much. I remember what the spoiled rich kids were like when I was in school.”
“So do I,” Uncle Ky said.
Aunt Jax’s mouth split into an amused grin as she smacked his chest playfully. “Because you were one of them. I can only imagine the nightmare you were for your teachers, and the poor girls at your school. And that’s exactly what I never wanted our kids to be. And yet Abel is so much like you it’s not even funny.”
“You don’t have to worry about Aiden,” I said before I had to hear Abel’s name anymore. Every time was a stab wound to the chest. “He stays out of trouble.” Unlike his big brother.
“I only have to worry about him getting concussed or breaking something.”
“I’m so glad Colton was never into football,” my mom commented. “Such a rough sport.”
Uncle Ky kissed the side of Aunt Jax’s head. “He’ll be fine. You’re just a worrier, babe.”
“I can’t help it.”