CHAPTER 55: Not The Nicest Of them

　　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 t