Lily's POV

The monotonous chore of folding clothes was accompanied by the continuous hum of the washing machine, which filled the silence of the apartment. Humming to himself, Aiden sat cross-legged next to me on the floor, organizing his socks into an uneven stack.

Good. I thought to myself. He will grow into a fine young man. Look at him putting his socks in order.

Of course, laundary by itself, wasn’t going to make him a ladies’s man when he gorwos up. But it is defitely a start.

"Mama, are these mine?" he said, displaying a small pair of socks.

"They are, my love," I said, bending to straighten his...