Aria's POV
I woke up feeling surprisingly well-rested despite our intimate conversation about children the night before.
After breakfast, I decided to practice piano for a few hours. The baby conversation was still floating in my mind, but music always helped clear my thoughts.
"I'll walk with you," Aiden said, following me toward the garden door.
We'd only taken a few steps outside when he grabbed my hand. I looked up, confused by his sudden movement.
"Just keeping warm," he explained, his fingers intertwining with mine.
His palm radiated heat against the back of my hand, making me smile despite the biting cold. "You're like a personal heater."
Aiden stopped walking and turned to face me, that dangerous half-smile playing on his lips."Does Mrs. Carter want a proper
