Adrein.
Noah was gradually getting on my nerves with every single word that left his mouth, especially the way he kept speaking so casually and so comfortably as though Maria already completely belonged to him.
What exactly did he mean by— "Baby, let's sleep."
I almost scoffed again just thinking about it.
Maria was not some child, she was a grown woman. Yet the nickname rolled off his tongue so naturally that it irritated me deeply.
And the worst part?
Maria allowed it, she didn't glare at him, didn't correct him and didn't look uncomfortable, like the way she did with us.
Instead, she willingly climbed into his arms as though that was exactly where she wanted to be, calling him by another nickname.
The sight alone twisted something painfully inside my chest.
The nicknames they gave each other were honestly and painfully annoying.
Maria had never given me a nickname before, not even during the moments when she used to stay in my room every night.
