Page 144 of Taeja

For the most part, Kacian’s effort worked. Andrew would behave for a while, then they’d find themselves back at Square One.

“Andrew, please,” Kacian begged. “We need Zain to help with the TV. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Andrew sighed. “Fine.”

Kacian turned to Damon with a small smile. “Go get him, please.”

Wordlessly, Damon went outside. Zain sat atop the bonnet, flexing his fingers. He looked in Damon’s direction.

“I need your help,” Damon said.

Zain smirked. “You always do.”

Damon scoffed as they walked back to the house. “I didn’t know they bought this big of a TV. They must be planning on opening a mini theater.”

“You know your father is half blind.”

“True. His glasses look like a microscope,” Damon joked, and Zain chuckled as they entered the living room. Damon scanned the room, thankful that Andrew wasn’t present.

“Zain!” Kacian exclaimed.

“Hey, Mom,” Zain smiled and walked over to hug her.

Pulling away after a moment, Kacian frowned. “I’ve been calling you for days now, and you’ve been ignoring my calls.”

Zain shrugged as he walked away to help Damon. “I was busy.”

“Doing what? I know that being a personal trainer doesn’t take up that much of your time. You even skipped our mother-son date.”

Damon raised a brow. “You still do that with him?” he asked. He knew Kacian had been treating Zain to those special dates since she returnedhome.

Glancing at Damon, Zain smirked. “You jealous?”

“No. I’m a busy man. I don’t want to go on your stupid mother-son dates.”

“He’s jealous, Mom.”

Kacian laughed as she sat on the sofa before the TV. “Of course, he is. Damon isn’t good at sports like you.”

Damon scoffed. “Golf is hardly a sport.”

Kacian rolled her eyes. “Hush it, Damon. And it looks lean, bring it over to the right a bit. Now up some more. Right there! Perfect.”

Dusting his hands, Damon glanced at Kacian. “You’re not going to tell us thanks?”

“I carried you for seven and a half months. Did you tell me thanks?”

“Here she goes again,” Zain laughed.

Damon rolled his eyes. “You should thank me for not breaking two of your ribs like him over there.”

Kacian shrugged. “Zain’s my baby.”

“I’mthe baby!” Damon pointed at his chest, and Kacian waved him off.

“He’s jealous,” Zain repeated.

“I agree.” Kacian smiled and grabbed the remote. “Now both of you get out of the way so I can find my sitcom.”

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