Tristian's POV
As soon as we were done with the food, I stood up from my chair, deciding to help Kayla clear the table. Liam was sipping his juice and watching it create bubbles using his straw.
I dropped the dishes into the sink, then gave her a smile.
"Liam is really intelligent, Kayla. Have you thought about moving him up a class?"
"No, I haven't. I actually want my son to live a normal life, and not let his smartness interfere with it. He needs to grow up with his mates, that to me, is far more important than moving up a class."
I nodded my head, knowing she had a point.
"You can wait in the sitting room for desert, Tristian. You don't have to help me do the dishes."
She was trying to suppress her laughter, and I knew it was because she was trying to picture me i
