Leah
A f*****g gun.
"A toy gun," Aiden corrected without looking at me.
"He's five."
Roman had already lifted a blue plastic one from the set, his fingers curling around the trigger.
"It shoots freaking foam," Aiden replied evenly.
"Roman, put that down."
He looked up at me, uncertainty creeping into the excitement on his face. "Mommy."
Even his puppy eyes wasn't going to change my mind.
"Baby," I said softly but firmly, "put it back in the box."
His shoulders slumped as he reluctantly placed it back.
I turned to Aiden. "And you," I said coldly. "Follow me."
Aiden didn't say a word as he rose and followed me into the kitchen. I could feel the weight of his stare burning into my ass the entire way. It sent unwelcome shivers racing up my spine. I stopped abruptly at the island an
