CHAPTER 40
ZYLIAH’S POV
"Grandpapa says you're our daddy. Is it true?" Casper asked between mouthfuls of buffalo wings.
It was dinnertime, and everyone was at the table.
"Do not talk while eating, Casper," I gently reprimanded.
"But you talk and laugh with Aunt Delia and Aunt Natasha whenever the three of you eat." Casper frowned, his lips in a pout.
He couldn't understand why I was reprimanding him for the same habit I had with my best friends. There were two reasons why I'd shushed him. One, he was a child and could easily swallow food the wrong way. Two, it was our first night in this place, I didn't want them thinking I wasn't teaching my boys good manners, especially with Sayge watching.
I saw the laugh tweak his jaw. He obviously had found it funny.
He cleared his throat. "
