#Chapter 252 – Exhausted

Victor comes home late that night, looking exhausted. Alvin, however, is invigorated, running through the house shouting for Ian, eager to tell him all about his day.

“Hello, you,” I murmur, as Victor comes over to my spot on the couch and leans down to give me a kiss.

“Hello,” he replies after our lips part. He then slumps back into the cushions and closes his eyes.

“What did you get up to?” I ask, curiously looking after our son pounding up the stairs. “Lots of Alpha stuff? He’s certainly excited.”

“Of course he is,” Victor murmurs, a little smirk playing on his lips. “He got to spend the whole day crawling all over firetrucks with his absolute ‘favorite person in the whole wide world.’ A direct quote, by the way.”

“His favorite person?” I ask, a little appalled. “I thought that was me…”

“Nope,” Victor says, opening his eyes and looking at me, his smirk growing. “Apparently we both lost out. It’s Mark.”

My eyes go wide as I gasp. Then, I give Victor a swift little kick. “Mark! What the hell are you doing stalking my ex!?”

“Not ex,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Exes. Plural.”

My mouth falls open, confused, but he continues.

“Did Edgar ever mention that in another life he’d like to try being a fireman? Because that’s precisely what he did –“

“Oh gross!” I shout, but I can’t help the laughter that bursts from me as well. “You spent the day with two of my exes! Ew!”

his head back, closing his eyes again. “I got lots of

time, but Victor just laughs and catches my foot, starting to rub it. “I’m just teasing you, Evie,” he says, happy. “It was a

I say under my breath, glaring at him and admiring his handsome face as I do. “There should have been at least one

murmurs, taking a deep breath in through

mad, of course – I’m not ashamed of my

after a few minutes, letting him wind down. “Did

says softly, clearly thinking it over. “But we’ve

about it that he’d talk about it. It’s not that I think he’s keeping it from me – it’s just

say eagerly, leaning forward and taking both of his hands. “Let’s go have some

eye and peering at me. “I’m too tired for fun. Just want

work with that. Boys!” I shout, aiming my voice towards

Victor says, flinching away from my yell and turning his head sleepily against the couch cushion. “No, don’t

the boys come

running over to

everything all right?” My sweet Alvin asks, looking between us, always eager

I say gravely, my too-serious face letting my boys know that this isn’t really true, but instead the start of a game. Ian gasps dramatically, putting a hand over his mouth as Alvin’s eyes go wide, looking between his father and me. “Your father has been poisoned by a witch!” I

as well. Alvin dashes to his dad, taking the lapels of his suit in his hands and giving him

and he’s so tired, and he can’t possibly be urged to move.” I watch Victor as I say this, noting the little smile he works to keep from his mouth as he

Alvin gasps, a big

comfortable and happy as possible. And then he’ll

Ian says, jumping into action and starting to pull pillows from the couch, heaping them on the floor to make a bed. Alvin joins

murmurs, peeking through his lashes and watching his

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