Alina's POV
"Alina? Who is that at your door?" Lucian's voice sharpened over the phone.
"I have no idea," I whispered, clutching the towel around my shoulders. I opened the heavy wooden door.
Aiden stood there, holding a wide-eyed Leo.
Lucian's tone turned to ice. "Aiden."
"I'll call you back." I ended the call before he could argue and took Leo into my arms. "Aiden, you're supposed to be spending time with him. That was the deal."
"I want to," Aiden said softly, his eyes on my face. "But he wouldn't stop crying. He only calms down with you."
I sighed. "I don't want trouble with Emily tonight."
"Neither do I." His voice dropped, persuasive. "Just for a little while."
I couldn't deny him access to our son with the Council watching. "Fine."
Aiden stepped inside, closed the door, and settled into the armchair. I handed Leo over. The baby lit up immediately, laughing and kicking as Aiden cooed to him.
