“I think this will look great on you,” Amber said, holding up a neat polo shirt for Noah to see. The kids were sitting nearby, patiently playing with their toy cars while the two of them shopped.
“Alright, I’ll take that one,” Noah agreed with a small smile. “But I think this should be the last one, Bear,” he added, making Amber pout.
“I don’t want to max out Nox’s card,” he said with a soft laugh.
“You won’t!” Amber said quickly. “He’s got way more than enough, and besides, he told me to let you splurge—both you and Alexander,” she added, making Noah’s heart warm.
Noah glanced at the polo again, a small smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t just the shirt—it was the feeling of being cared for, of knowing Nox wanted him and Alexander to have nice things.
Noah walked over to the kids a
