#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!”

head back, closing his eyes again. “I

it. “I’m just teasing you, Evie,” he says, happy. “It was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn’t a big deal in the end. No brawls for your

breath, glaring at him and admiring his handsome face as I do. “There should have been at least one brawl. Or a

murmurs, taking a

couch pillows, folding a page over in my book and resting it on the floor. I’m not really mad, of course – I’m not ashamed of my love life.

up to, though?” I ask after a few minutes, letting him wind down. “Did you solve the

it over. “But we’ve got the

but then I shut my mouth, considering that if he wanted to talk about it that he’d talk about it. It’s not that I think he’s keeping

on,” I say eagerly, leaning forward and taking both

opening one eye and peering at me.

say, laughing and pulling him up towards me. “We can work with that. Boys!” I shout, aiming my voice towards the stairs.

says, flinching away from my yell and turning his head sleepily against the couch cushion. “No,

I reply, grinning as the boys come pounding

running over to us, his voice

Alvin asks, looking between us, always

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

hands up as well. Alvin dashes to his dad, taking the lapels of his

urged to move.” I watch

do?” Alvin gasps, a

and happy as possible. And then he’ll sleep it off and be fine

from the couch, heaping them on the floor to make

murmurs, peeking through his lashes and watching his kids. “This is a game I can get

of him, resting my head on his chest. “It’s a new variant of my own favorite game – mommy is under a spell where she can’t get up so you have

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