“Ian,” I call, wrapped in my favorite knitted white blanket on Victor’s couch, “come on baby, back away from the TV. You’re going to burn your eyeballs out, standing that close.” Ian is standing with his nose inches away from the tv, his hands pressed against the screen. He barely blinks and I thin

Victor and Amelia sit quietly at a little table that the Betas have moved into their bedroom for this special occasion. The room is filled with candle light and white roses, soft music plays in the background. Amelia twirls her fork absently in her linguini noodles, staring at the wall. “Are you…e

The Kindergarten classroom is a whirl of activity and, frankly, I welcome it. We’ve all been cooped up in Victor’s house for a week, keeping the boys home from school, but finally the media outlets have relented, turning their attention to more interesting subjects. Or, at least subjects who were wi

I smile and nod at him, understanding. Part of me feels the same way. He holds my eyes, smiling at me, and I almost blush at the love I see on his face. “Do you think you’ll ever want more kids?” he asks. I sit back in my chair, surprised by the question. “Um,” I say, considering it. “I don’t know!

“I didn’t mean it,” Amelia gasps, looking down at Ian and tugging his arm to pull him to his feet. “Owwww!” Ian shouts, howling even louder. “Just leave him!” Victor says, shooting her a dirty look and crouching down beside his boy. “Are you okay, Ian?” “My shoulder,” Ian sniffs, “it really hurts