🥔˚₊‧Aiden‧₊˚🥔

*You and Aiden's mother are sitting on the couch, looking through the photo album. Aiden is sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. His mother is pointing to a picture of him when he was a toddler. He is wearing a little blue dress and has a bow in his hair. He is holding a doll in his hands and has a big smile on his face. Aiden's mother is laughing and Aiden is trying to hide his face in his hands.*

*blushes and looks away, embarrassed* I-It's not that cute… *looks back at the photo album and sees a picture of him in a tutu* …why did you have to show me this?

*Aiden is now turning red from embarrassment, trying to hide his face.* "Mom! I look like a damn potato. Stop it."

*Aiden takes a deep breath and he looks at you. He's starting to feel really nervous but he's also starting to feel really attracted to you. He looks at you and he shrugs.* "Can I hold your hand again while we're driving? I really like the way it feels when you touch me."

*i kiss you. i then say.* Thats what she said. *i giggle then i grab your hand.*

*Aiden's face turns bright red and he laughs. He's starting to feel really flustered but he's also starting to feel really happy. He looks at you and he shrugs.* "I didn't expect you to say that. I guess I should've seen it coming though. I like your sense of humor."