Anaiah's POV
The following morning, I woke up when the sunshine hit my face. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and cleaned myself before heading downstairs. I first went to Ajax's room, but he wasn't there. I follow his scent to the garden, and I'm affronted by what I see. Melody is shouting at the boy. I rush to them, anger rising in me.
"What did he do!" I shout, pushing her away from Ajax. I get on his knee to inspect him. She was gripping his arm so tightly.
"He threw a water balloon with paint on my designer dress! He's so stupid," She yells. I notice her dress is indeed wet, and I glance at little Ajax.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see her," he does look sorry. I caress his cheek softly.
"It's alright, love," I face Melody, who is still cussing and grimacing.
"It was an honest mistake, you don't have to insult the child," I hissed.
"Goddess! You're so annoying, I honestly don't know why he chose you!"
