AFFECTION

TWO

It's hard to see someone who you love fade away. And it's harder to be not able to do something to save them.

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(7th May, 2019. Tuesday. Rome, Italy.)

Eric Ashton stood at the wall sized window of his penthouse, waiting for his phone to ring. It has been two days since any update.

These were the times he felt vulnerable. So vulnerable, that it hurt him.

And the fact that he can't share this with everyone pained him more.

He sighed walking back towards the dining room where his family currently was.

As soon as he entered, the brown hair of his wife welcomed him. It was so beautiful to have her home and not traveling for her concerts. She was scowling at something she saw on the TV.

He chuckled to himself and went to sit beside her.

"What happened?"

She looked at him and pouted, "My legs!"

Okay...

In a moment, she turned and placed her legs in his lap. He knew what he has to do.

He slowly started massaging her legs looking at her fondly. This woman is the only ounce of sanity left in him. And well, someone in her womb too.

"You look worried Eric?"

Ofcourse he can't hide it from her. No matter how much he smiles.

"No update since two days."

That worried her too. But she tried not to.

"Don't worry...call your men."

"I did. And I am firing them if they don't do their work properly."

She chuckled, "Calm down Monster! Do you even have an account on how many people you have fired in your life?"

"In some thousands.", He said smugly.

She shook her head smilingly, when they heard little pitter patter. They both turned in the direction to see the little man, walking carefully, near the two stairs.

They were amused. He doesn't like to be helped. And well, Joana, his caretaker was behind him watching his steps.

"Papa!", He called Eric.

Eric stood up, "Come. Come. Come to Papa!"

And as soon as he crossed the threshold, he ran into his Papa's arms.

He took him to where Erica was, and settled beside her. Erica leaned forward to kiss him, to which he made a cute face, making her laugh.

"How did you sleep Oli?", She asked.

"Gooooot!", He squealed making the two laugh.

He still can't speak properly. Only broken words here and there. The only word that he could say without any problem was 'Papa'. But the way he loved Eric, and Eric loved him, it would have been rather weird him not being able to address him as Papa.

"Olive? Hungry?", He asked.

He bobbed his head up and down in reply, "Okay.."

The two maids standing near the entrance heard them and went to the kitchen to prepare his formula.

"Oli won't come to Mumma?!?", Erica made a cry baby face, which had the little one year boy, getting on his feet discarding his father's lap.

"Mumma..", she took him in her lap, careful of her huge baby bump.