“I think I did a good job,” Victor tells us, crossing his arms and looking down at Alvin. “I think you’re going to love it.” “Okay,” Alvin moans, his shoulders slumped. “Let’s see it.” “This is so unfair!” Victor says, laughing and crossing to the desk he’s been using to conduct all of his busines
“Everything ready, Stephen?” I ask, excited myself now. “Yes, ma’am,” he says, looking between all of us. “Evelyn,” Victor says, frowning as he comes to stand next to me, his hands on Alvin’s shoulders in front of me. “What did you do?” “I just got my son a gift,” I say, smiling at him innocently
I groan as I walk across the yard, a hand underneath my belly to support it. I can’t believe they weigh this much already, these little girls. It’s only been three months since the boys’ birthday, but I feel like I’m already gigantic. They must be making me sleepwalk down to the kitchen at night, ma
“Oh geeze,” I say, glancing upwards even though I have no idea what to look for, or if I can even see where the problem is. “The roof is…kind of important. What can we do about it?” Beth shakes her head and shrugs. “Someone’s got to get on the phone with the supplier. Our order was right – and we p
“Everything is fine,” the doctor says, and I exhale what feels like my first sigh of relief in several hours. Victor turns his back to us for a moment, taking a second to collect himself. I can feel his intense relief down our bond and smile at his back, grateful that he was there. “I’m okay?” I as
“I know, Victor,” I say, raising my hand to clasp his, which is still on my shoulder. “I hear that – and I’m going to – but we need to come up with a plan. There’s still so much to do – so much I was going to do in the next two days. If I don’t do it, someone else has to.” Victor nods, setting his
“Phase one of the solution,” Victor says, walking back into the room and handing me his cell phone, the screen already lit with a call. “What?” I ask, curious. “What’s this?” “A little mini conference,” Victor replies, smiling at me. “I thought that…someone with more experience in this area could
“Anytime, darling. I’m so excited for you. I want to help however I can.” “Oh,” I say, perking up a little, “does that mean you’ll be over this afternoon to watch the twins while I have a nap?” “No,” Annabeth says, breezily. “I find ways to delegate my own child care, let alone taking on yours. I