Leah

A fucking gun.

"A toy gun," Aiden corrected without looking at me.

"He's five."

Roman had already lifted a blue plastic one from the set, his fingers curling around the trigger.

"It shoots freaking foam," Aiden replied evenly.

"Roman, put that down."

He looked up at me, uncertainty creeping into the excitement on his face. "Mommy."

Even his puppy eyes wasn't going to change my mind.

"Baby," I said softly but firmly, "put it back in the box."

His shoulders slumped as he ...