#Chapter 259 – Puppy Love

That night, after dinner, Victor and I tuck the boys into bed. Alvin spent our entire dinner gushing about their day studying with Miss Georgia – about everything they learned, and how great the books were, and how every single thing Georgia did was wonderful. Ian, alternately, spent the meal sullenly pushing peas around on his plate. I had to resist my motherly urge to demand that he eat and instead let him have the time to process his feelings. Still, when I tuck him into bed I slip a granola bar from my pocket onto his bedside table. I can’t stand the thought of him waking up hungry in the middle of the night. “Sleep tight, baby,” I murmur as I kiss Ian on the forehead. He gives me a sullen reply and turns away from me with a big sigh, pulling the blankets up over his head. I smile and pat him on his shoulder before moving to Alvin, who is talking softly with Victor. “Papa,” Alvin says, his eyes wide and shining with happiness. “Do you think you can get me a ring, like you got