CHAPTER 16
ZYLIAH'S POV
"Mummy, see, I want that one." Waylen pointed excitedly at a toy drum set.
"Uhm... why don't you go for something else, honey? Something less noisy," I said, trying to dissuade him.
I could very well afford those clangy-bangy things, but what I couldn't afford was the noise and chaos they'd bring. Knowing Waylen, he'd probably fall asleep on that drum set with the drumsticks still in hand.
We were still at Delia's place. I couldn't be insensitive and let my kids disturb her peace and quiet.
"No, I want that drum thing!" He stomped his feet, insisting.
"Mummy, can I get that basketball game?" Casper asked, eyeing a miniature basketball court for kids.
I'd decided to take them out shopping and actually enjoy some real time with them today. Ever since our arri
