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
