Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 60
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 willing to leave the house.
Victor wanted us to stay in for another week, but the boys cried and begged to be let back to school for the Thanksgiving pageant. I was right here with them.
“Are you ready, little turkey?” I ask Ian, pasting the final feathers onto the upside-down paper bag that is wearing over his shirt, his head and arms sticking out of holes roughly cut in the sides. His face is painted with a wide yellow beak over his nose. It’s adorable.
head.
song?” I ask.
together, but I didn’t care. As long as they have fun.
e with a yellow square buckle.
,” I say, laughing and tugging him close.
the auditorium, where parents are already gathering to watch and listen.
media storm that would come with him. I know that he’s heartbroken to miss it – Victor is mad for all this dad stuff, especially after missing six years of it – but it was the right choice. I agreed with him – I want today to be all about the
ver-cheerfully. “And he’s going to tape the whole thing, so daddy can watch it later on the tv. And you can sing your song for him – whatever part of it you remember.”
ey really, really liked seeing themselves on the television the other day. I laugh, thinking perhaps we have two silver
pression. He catches Alvin’s eye and they both nod. I can almost hear the words passing between them in whatever mind-link or silent twin-speak they’ve developed.
What’s going on. What did you do.”
ly. “We were just wondering…if our grandfather was going to come to the pageant.”
y mouth falls open, horror all over my face. “See, Alvin?” he sa
quickly to the corner of the room, where I tuck myself into the corner and gather them close. “Boys, what did you do? Tell me everything, all of
re surprised and a little
We didn’t mean to –“
ou’d like –“
deliberately into a smile. “It’s okay, chickens,” I say, looking back up at them. “Mommy just wants to be prepared. What happened?”
n at hand.
u sent us upstairs –“
“
help it, mama –“
about your grandfather.”
ted one! And now that we have
o we lo
hn Walsh,” Ian says assuredly, “we heard Papa say
.”
country.
” Ian says, shrugging. “We invited him to come to the pageant
reply?” I ask, trying to keep my voice c
ng his head. “Which was very
was out there in the audience right now – in which case –
sten to me, boys,” I say, making sure they are paying attention. “I know that you would like to have a grandfather, but John Walsh…he is a bad man. Okay?”
l, no phone calls, no nothing. At least without talking to me first.”
ch other, silently seeing if the other agrees. Then, they both
a long time ago. That’s my fault.”
by the door.
n stage!”
to the rest of his pilgrim friends.
a leg!” Ian calls out to m
ence before the boys go on stage, in case I have to grab them quick.