“What’s going on?” I ask Victor, moving over to him. “News,” he says, staring at the TV with some of his Betas. “Word got out that your dad is back at his house, and the media is having a little bit of a frenzy with it. My teams are holding, no one’s gotten through for an interview or anything but…
That evening I’m happily warming up some of the soup Burton left in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. I turn, curious, and smile when I see that it’s Bridgette peeking through. “Can I come in?” she asks, an eager little smile on her face. She glances around our house, which is still a li
Ian looks up at me, frowning. “But he doesn’t really eat dinner anymore-“ “Just go,” I say, rolling my eyes at Ian’s lack of tact and giving him a little push. Alvin’s already heading for the back door, but Ian takes a moment to glance between me and Bridgette, figuring it all out. “Oh. Okay!” he s
“Come on, little boys,” I call to Ian and Alvin as I stand up. “Come inside with me.” “What!” Alvin protests, running forward a little. “But there might be fireflies – the first ones of the season! We were going to –“ “Nope!” I say, putting my hand out towards them. “Inside!” “Whyyyy,” Ian whines
“Okay!” Alvin says, not sharing any of Ian’s worries. Together, they push upwards on the wide window and open it fully. Then, to my shock, they start to crawl out of it. “Oh my god,” I gasp, moving forward just as Alvin’s little feet disappear into the darkness beyond. My jaw is hanging open when I
Alvin, Ian, and I all jump at once, spinning towards the room, peeking in the window to see – “Duck!” I whisper, seeing Victor standing alone in the empty room, confused as he looks for his missing family. Alvin and Ian comply immediately, tucking their heads down below the windowsill, but I am eit
I feel little tears prick at my eyes and Victor’s hand comes gently to the back of my head then, running down the length of my hair. He sends me a little nudge down our bond, letting me know that he makes that same promise to me. I send my faith back to him, the knowledge that I know that already –
I’m up first the next morning, but I decide to let Victor have a little more rest. I smile at him as I watch him sleep for a moment, wanting very much to reach out and rub my hand against the new stubble lining his jaw, but holding back. He’s been working so hard lately – he deserves this break as m