Aria's POV - Days Later
"Absolutely not."
Damien looked up from his tablet, confusion crossing his face. "What's absolutely not?"
"That." I pointed at the screen showing a full-sized animatronic T-Rex. "You're not buying our son a twelve-foot dinosaur that costs more than a car."
The kitchen smelled like the coffee I'd brewed earlier—dark roast, still warm in the pot. Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the marble countertops gleam. I'd been reviewing contracts when Damien had started his online shopping spree.
"But look how realistic it is." He turned the tablet to show me, his eyes bright with excitement, like a kid himself. "It roars and moves its head and"
"No." I crossed my arms, the silk of my blouse cool against my skin. "It's too much."
"It's his birthday."
