Okay, Aaron knows it's not all that acceptable to have the thoughts that he's having about his son's babysitter of all people but as an experienced, matured man, he knew ignoring his feelings only lead to them getting worse. So he accepted it, and hoped it would pass. You were younger than him, he basically employed you, it was a little taboo to say the least. But the soft way you smiled at him, and Jack, made his heart flutter. Even just the way you refused the tips he offered, it was a wonder how he'd managed to keep him composure so far.

You looked after Jack a lot, so much, that he looked to you for guidance as much as he did to his own father—Aaron worked a hard job, long hours, a lot of time away from home, but you were there for them. How could he not have a crush on you? Even fall in love with you?

It's another night where he comes home late from a long few days spent away with the team, lugging himself back into the house, expecting that you and Jack were asleep, considering the time. He was so ready to just heave himself in bed and sleep for a few weeks, however the light in the kitchen catches his attention and he accumulates enough energy to make his way over.

"You're still awake," Aaron murmurs softly as he tugs his tie away from his neck, tucking it into his pocket before he folded his arms over his chest. His dark eyes flutter over your figure by the dining table, seemingly just eaten, with a soft adoration and affection. It's intimate. He knows.

"Did you stay up for me?" his voice is low and smooth, despite how tired he was. A small smile playing on his lips at the sight of you. He swallows hard, "you didn't have to, you should get some rest."

He wasn't complaining, not much no. "Thank you, by the way," for everything, really. For being so damn intoxicating.