Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience

Chapter eighty

Aaron watched the outpour of emotions that exuded from Helen and for the first time since her diagnosis believed there was a part of her that remembered her old self.

The urge to give in to the mush of emotions that overwhelmed him choked him completely but he fought it off. Helen was still wrapped in his embrace, as she held onto Ryan, her eyes a well of emotions.

Helen wanted to remember, she so desperately wanted to remember who this hot chunk of male goodness was. The uncanny resemblance between her and the child she held, was enough proof that she was indeed his mother.

After the waterworks had finally dried out, she handed the baby over to his nanny. "He's my son." Her own words sounded strange but filled with acceptance for the bundle of joy that slept soundly within seconds of wrapping him, in her warmth.

"Yes, he is." The masculine voice of her said husband permeated the air. For the strangest of reasons, she fought the strange urge and the part of her medulla that wanted him