Camila’s POV
“Come on, Zee. You do know I’m hurt right?” I heard Zion say to our son who was laughing. They were in the living room playing and Zion was probably pretending to be hurt so that he would fool our son and probably catch him or win him.
They had no idea I was standing out here listening to them. I was also out here because I wanted to get something from Zion but I wasn’t sure how he would react to it.
“Come on, Daddy. I’m not a fool, you know.” Our son said, chuckling. He had realized that his father was trying to play him.
“No one said you are, boy. I just need you to come help me, I’m hurt.” Zion said, and our son laughed again.
“Daddy wants to trick me.” Zion Jr. said, still laughing.
Even as I stood out here, I could also tell that Zion was trying to trick him in
