"Are you home?" Aurora asked.
"Yeah. Brother Jackson had a bit to drink, just lay down. I was busy and forgot to call you."
"Drunk?" Aurora was a bit surprised.
Mia explained, "Brother Jackson doesn’t seem to handle white alcohol well, he’s a bit dizzy I guess, but he’s already lying down and not causing any fuss."
"That’s good." Aurora let out a sigh of relief on the other end and then asked, "You’ve been at work for a few days, how’s it going?"
"Pretty good."
Just as Mia finished speaking, Koa’s hand suddenly reached over, searching for her.
So, she didn’t say more, said goodnight to Aurora, and quickly hung up.
"This child." Aurora sighed at the phone and complained to Aiden, "I hadn’t finished talking yet."
Aiden had just come out after showering, looked at her and said, "It’s so late, the kids need to rest. You can say whatever you want when you see them over the weekend." He spoke while pulling Aurora into his arms on the bed.
Aurora gently explained, "It’s nothing really, just wanted to tell her that Koa isn’t young anymore, it’s time to have a kid."
After the New Year, Koa would be thirty-two, who knows how anxious the elders were. Although she always believed women should have their careers, she couldn’t be too biased. The age gap between the two was right there.
Seeing her worried look, Aiden couldn’t help but laugh, "They’re all adults, they must have plans for that."
"True." Aurora’s voice softened.
On the other end—
Mia put her phone aside and got into the covers.
Koa’s hand reached out, grabbing her hand, turned on his side and wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering, "Mia."
"Hmm?" Mia peeked at him, though his eyes were still closed, his lips parted and moved as he spoke, his brows and eyes gentle, softer and oddly cute compared to his usual clear-headed self.
She raised her hand and touched Koa’s eyelashes, calling him, "Brother Jackson."
Mia couldn’t help but frown and complain softly, a bit muddled and unsure, she bit down too hard and winced from the pain.
"Little One." Perhaps he felt her bite, Koa lifted his eyelids and looked at her.
Meeting his gaze, Mia felt a bit dizzy.
Koa’s eyes were filled with tenderness, looking at her, slightly flushed, carrying an amorous glow of unrestrained invasion.
He couldn’t handle white alcohol, usually didn’t touch it. He only drank a bit at the party because of Louis, and the desire that surged up was hard to restrain, even if he wanted to.
His eyes, like a shimmering stream, were fixed on Mia,
Mia was drenched in sweat, her voice hoarse, yet she couldn’t do anything about him.
Sore all over, she managed to tidy up a bit and glanced at the time—past two.
Exhausted.
Mia fell asleep with grievances against Koa.
——
The next morning.
Mia groggily heard the sound of water rushing.