Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 113

Marilyn

Did it surprise her that Calvin couldn’t tell the boys apart? No. Not many could until they got to know them in person and Anabell was right about Callum. He was the more upfront and stubborn of the two.

They also did trick their teacher quite often, and they would come home laughing about it. Occasionally, Callum would tell her “I was Vin all day today, mum. The teacher was so confused. Vin was he’s not Vincent,

I’m Vincent, and I was no, I’m Vincent.”

They also got time–outs on those days over their behaviour, not that it deterred them from this behaviour at all. She’d gotten letters home about it and phone calls, for her to have a word with them about doing this. It was disruptive to the entire class, who also thought it was very funny.

She’d simply told the teacher and the school’s principal, she’d had words with them, but it was just their nature to be like that. Marilyn had then told the school, “Which ever one tells you they’re Vincent or Callum first is likely to be Callum. He was the more likely of the two to start something like that. That nine out of ten times it would be Callum. He was the more tormentative of the two, however Vincent would just play along without any thought whatsoever.”

She couldn’t help but smile at them. Their initial awkwardness was gone in just a matter of minutes in favour of their joking nature, and they were on the dad jokes and knock knock jokes. She moved her eyes to Calvin, as he watched their children start to become their normal selves, getting up and running about, bouncing around the room. It only stopped when the food for brunch arrived and got put on the table.

There were all sorts of baked treats and sandwich quarters, along with coffee for the three of them and two milkshakes, for the boys. They looked right at her, and she nodded and told them they could help themselves. “Do they have any allergies?” Calvin asked her as he watched them choose things from the tray before them. “No.” Marilyn shook her head, and they didn’t thankfully, both boys could eat peanut butter and nuts of all kinds, dairy and eggs, strawberries and soy products.

Wil handed her a cup of coffee, and she smiled at him. “Thank you, Wil. How is Anabell doing?” she asked

him.

“Well,” Wil smiled right back at her. “A little morning sickness today. I’ve already called her this morning, but the doctors are happy with her. We have our first sonogram on Wednesday. She’ll be 12 weeks along on Christmas Day.” He smiled, happy to tell her what was going on with her friend.

“You know about Anabell being with child?” Calvin asked her.

“Yes, Mr Reeves. I’ve talked to Anabell quite a bit over the past few weeks.” She nodded. He frowned at the way she addressed him, still so very formal and she ignored it. “In fact, she has offered herself up to be my family law, lawyer. Which I accepted.” She told him.

“Why would you need that?” Calvin asked right back.

“I’m guessing you’ll at some point want custody papers drawn up, and I heard from Wil that she’s quite good at her job. Anabell also told me she knows your net worth and assets for child support payments.” She smiled sweetly at him, not that she was going to ask for that, didn’t need it.

His frown deepened considerably, and his eyes moved to Wil. “You knew about this?”

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“Of course I did and, of course, Calvin, I would recommend Anabell. She was Marilyn’s friend once and wants

what is best for her and the boys.”

He, however, seemed to like having children, and she even smiled at one point when he got up to try and wrangle the two of them, as they started to run about the room and not just around the table. It reminded her of Calvin playing with Bligh and Brighton, who’d been four and two when they’d gone their separate ways.

“Wil asked quietly.

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