Beatrice's PoV
"Are your belongings ready, Alex? Darwin has already completed his preparations, so why don't you ask him to assist you in getting ready so we can go to the beach right away?" I said it because I knew my son would hear it. Alexander Leopold.
"I'm sorry, mom; Alex said he'll take care of his things. He said he doesn't want to be treated like a child even though he's still a child," Darwin said, and I laughed softly as I saw George come down with our son.
"I helped him," George said, and I smiled. I noticed Alex's frown; I'm not sure why he's like this now; maybe he's thinking something I can't read; George and Alex are vital when it comes to power.
"Stop treating me like a child, Mom; I'm old enough to think!" Darwin is in adolescence, perhaps because he is big and about
