As Harry walked into the living room, all eyes turned to him, and he could see the gleam in their eyes as though they all wanted to say something but couldn't because Jamal was present.
"I had no idea you had a similar taste in undies as Candace," Aaron, who was seated in a wheelchair, said with a grin, and Harry sighed.
"Dad…"
"Don't worry. I love you the way you are. I don't mind getting you some for Christmas…."
"Jamal, that isn't mine. It belongs to a friend," Harry cut in through gritted teeth, ignoring the chuckle of the others as he focused on the kid.
The last thing he wanted was for Jamal to tell Lucy and the others that he wore feminine undies. He needed to clear that up immediately.
"Tom?" Jamal asked, and Tom shook his head immediately.
"Nah. There is no way that is mine. I don't wear female undies like your uncle," Tom said, and Harry threw the empty plastic bottle of water on the table at Tom as Candace and Aaron laughed.
