A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 73

A week later.

We stepped out of the children's clothing shop where we had gotten a few new clothes and birthday outfits for Zion. Aaron wanted to get more, but I had to inform him we were dealing with Zion, who was still a few weeks from turning five. Yes, his father was a millionaire with money to toss around as he pleased, but I didn't want Zion getting used to having too much glam of life at a such tender age. Besides, my salary, although good enough, could only go so far when compared to Aaron's.

Today was a less busy day for me. Zion was with Diya, and my lectures ended during the early hours of the day. Just like we did last week, Aaron and I made plans for the upcoming birthday. Aaron's dedication to me warmed my heart, and he stayed consistent in asking for my impute on everything, even though I gave him the green light to plan the birthday. He had appreciated my impute most days, but today it was a different case.

While Aaron set the shopping bags into the boot of the car, I opened the door and entered.

One of the few things I noticed about Aaron, though having all the money in the world, was still the one to drive himself around. It would have been a different case if he was as strong as the books and sites say an alpha werewolf would be. He wasn't as strong, according to Sesi. He was almost human, yet didn't look to protect himself from the danger that might arise by getting a bodyguard or security.

It can be seen as both recklessness and bravery. Either way, he didn't mind.

"The lady was friendly. We could have bought the black pair of trousers," he said as he entered the car and slammed the door.

I knew he would not let it rest. That's not the way he did things. "The lady was friendly because she hoped you'd buy more. That's what people who run businesses do. Friendliness is a game they play in the hope they get more from you." I answered.

He started the car, and we drove off, heading back to my house. "But you never play such a game with me," he accuses and I stare at him with my mouth a jar.

"I am friendly."

"You snapped at me three times at the store!" he reminded me and I didn't know someone was keeping scores on the number of times I said, 'no don't get those, Zion doesn't need them.'

There was a vast difference between being friendly and being enabling and Aaron couldn't tell them apart.

"Because you were going to throw money away and get Zion what he didn't need."

He shrugged. "Still, I would love it if you were nicer."

"Because while you're doing all that and becoming the cool parents who get things he doesn't want, I become the parents that say 'no you don't need this'."

"Then the problem is me?" he asked, glancing at me with furrowed brows.

I didn't hesitate with my response. "Yes, it is. You're the one wanting to get him a rainbow-coloured giraffe that cost four thousand!"

"Boys love them." Came his only counterpoint in the argument.

"Boys love them, but Zion doesn't need it. You won't be here providing what he loves forever." I didn't mean to go there, but that was what I did and I didn't feel proud about it.

There was silence in the car as we drove toward the house. I couldn't take the silence. Yes, Aaron was more annoying today than on other days, but I would take his annoying words over his silence.