Cold War 3

“Wakey, wake...i made you soup,” Eryna walked into the room. Ayden had woken up just a while ago, so Eryna decided to bring him her creation.

Ayden sat up slowly with an astonished expression.

“You made this? For me?” He asked in a daze,

“Yes, try it,” Eryna nodded energetically, Aydne picked up the bowl and lifted the spoon with his trembling hands, he almost spilled it over himself when Eryna grabbed onto it.

“Let me feed you,” Ayden’s eyes widened when he heard her words, “Don’t be surprised, I am used to feeding little kids, you know how messy kids can get once they are sick—well kids are always messy to be honest,” Eryna mumbled and blew onto the spoon filled with soup and slowly brought it closer to Ayden’s lips.

“Open your mouth, hurry up!” Eryna saw Ayden as Her son who had gotten sick,

Ayden opened his mouth and ate it.

“How was it?” She asked.

“It was great,” Ayden gave a weak answer while staring intently at her.