His Rogue Luna is a Princess (Mia and Derek) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Chapter 134

ELINA

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Aiden asked me with those big pleading eyes, the kind that made saying no feel like I was stomping on a puppy.

“Can Dad come for lunch?”

He was up and walking now–slowly, with a slight limp when he got tired, but up nonetheless. And somehow, even on minimal sleep and a house still reeling from the last rogue attack, my son managed to look like pure sunshine in flannel pajamas and socks that didn’t match.

I hesitated.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want Derek around Aiden. That wasn’t the problem. He’d proven himself. Again and again. With gentleness I never knew he had. With patience I couldn’t have taught him. With a fierce, protective love that made me ache just watching them together.

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The problem was me.

But I nodded. “Okay. Just for lunch.”

Aiden beamed, already running–well, hobbling–off to tell the kitchen staff. As if we didn’t eat at the same damn table every day.

Derek showed up wearing a casual sweater and jeans, his hair still damp from a recent shower. He looked good. Too good. I tried not to let it bother me.

Aiden who was still easily winded–grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, guiding him straight to the breakfast table and sitting him down right next to the place I usually sat. Of course.

Derek lowered himself into the chair with a brief smile, then ran a hand through his hair.

Aiden tilted his head, like he was noticing something for the first time. “Why is your hair like that?”

Just direct. No filter. Out of the mouth of babes, I thought.

“Like what?” Derek asked, glancing at him.

“It has that white swoop in it,” Aiden said, pointing to the thick streak at Derek’s hairline.

It was probably the most noticeable thing about him–aside from his presence and his physique–but I’d never actually asked about it.

“Ah,” Derek said, leaning back in his chair casually. “It’s white there because of a scar.”

At that, he leaned forward and pressed his hair flat against his head. There, starting just at the hairline, was the edge of a gnarly scar–thick and fibrous.

“Whoa,” Aiden breathed, leaning in for a better look. “How’d you get it?”

Derek let his hair fall back into place, then settled in his seat again. “Rogues attacked me when I was twelve.”

Aiden’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

He nodded. “I was out too close to the borderlands,” he said, flicking his gaze to me in that unspoken–parent-

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language kind of way. “My parents always told me to stay away, but I didn’t listen.”

Aiden nodded seriously, completely engrossed.

“Now I’ve p

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got a reminder every time 1 look in the mirror,” Derek finished. His eyes met mine again. He winked.

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