“I DID” I yell, hurling the accusation at him. “You never picked up! What, Vic. Too busy to check your voicemails? Or what, can’t accept calls from your one-night stands?” Victor backs off, thinking. “My secretaries…they must have…” I scoff and stand up from the table, straightening my skirt and b
“Don’t turn your back on me, Evelyn!” Victor chases me out into the hall. “I’m taking custody. Expect a call from my lawyer,” he calls after me as I saunter down the hall. “Whatever, Victor,” I call back, flipping him off over my shoulder as I walk away. “You have no rights, they boys are mine.” A
I sigh and narrow my eyes at him. Damnit, he’s good. “Do you even have enough money to take care of them?” he asks, his voice quiet. “We do fine.” I say, wrapping my arms defensively across my chest. “If you let me be their father,” he says – and I note the change in his language, “they will have
“Mama!” shouts Alvin, turning the corner and seeing Evelyn collapse on the floor. Her face is pale, her brown hair spread around her. Ian lets out a shriek and runs past his brother, throwing himself across the room towards Evelyn. Victor intercepts him halfway, catching Ian by the waist on instinc
“What kind of shock?” Ian asks, eyes probing. “Did you ask her to marry you?” “What!?” Victor loses his composure in his surprise, his mouth falling open. “Well, she’s our mother, and you’re our father,” Ian explains slowly, speaking to Victor as if he were the child. “Parents are married, right?”
After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do. I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that wi
I look up at her, confused. “Huh? Why?” She shrugs. “Was he nice to them? Did he act like they were…bastards?” She whispers the last word, treading carefully on the subject. “No,” I say. “He was…well, I guess he was good with them. He was shitty to me” I emphasize, thanking Cliff for my refill wit
Victor’s entourage rolls up precisely at 3:00, as requested. Three cars, one black Rolls-Royce and two hummers, presumably filled with whatever Betas and lackeys Victor has brought with him. The boys and I are standing outside waiting for him, me in my favorite dress, the boys bright and tidy in the