Aimee’s POV
“Mommy, what’s the rwed marwk in youw neck?”
I froze in my place. My eyes widen while my hands instinctively cover the part I assume he saw. I glance at Clinton who is also stunned while grabbing a glass of water in our kitchen sink. Our eyes lock and I glare at him. I face my son. His head tilts and his innocent-looking eyes are questioning—still glued at my neck.
“Maybe it is only a m-mosquito bite,” I answer and flashes a smile.
Clinton takes a sip on his glass of water while walking towards us. He places the glass in front of my son after drinking it half empty. He then sits beside my son and places his arms over his shoulder as if they are best buddies. My son’s attention is diverted to him. Clinton faces his direction. The side of his lips rose for a grin and at th
