Calvin
He was walking downstairs the following morning. It was Christmas Eve, and he was looking to see where to put those gifts he’d brought into the house after the boys had gone back to the guest house to be with their mother; who he’d found sitting cross-legged on the couch with her laptop on her lap working away.
She’d had soft Cello music playing from a Bluetooth speaker next to her, she had clearly come here fully prepared to write while she was here. It had kind of given him the impression that she was going to be working the entire time she and the boys were here, and he was going to be allowed to just spend time with the twins.
He walked about the house looking for a place to put the boys' gifts, because he didn’t actually think that Marilyn was going to let him put them with
