Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me (Martin and Calvin) novel Chapter 127

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 the gifts she’d brought here for the twins, not that he’d seen any, likely most of them were still back at their home in Virginia.

He knew that the twins would be up, because the sun was already up, and they rose with it every day of the week. They never seemed to sleep in. As he looked about the house, he realised that there was nothing at all Christmassy in this house; no Christmas Tree, nor any decorations. There was absolutely nothing, and he knew it was simply because no one lived here was all. Denise and Henry had a suite past the kitchen.

But that meant he had nowhere to put their gifts either he now realised, and sighed to himself, he needed to rectify that. He did want that photo they were to take for that album, to show it was Christmastime. Not just

a random shot of them together. He was going to have to go out and brave the hoards in the shopping mall.

Not something he really wanted to do or would enjoy at all.

Not even his apartment had a Christmas tree or decorations. Seeing as he spent every year with his parents,

Calvin saw no need to decorate the apartment for just himself. But he would have to, seeing as he was a part

of their lives now, and it was possible that they’d be staying at his apartment at some point.

He was going to have to go shopping and kit out that apartment as well, and set up a bedroom for them to spend the night when Marilyn allowed that to happen. He’d have to have something designed he supposed or buy a complete bedroom suite that would have bunk beds or twin beds for the only available empty room he had in his apartment. It wasn’t bought with him having a family in mind.

That made him turn and look upstairs. This was actually the house he’d planned to live in with Marrin, have a family with her in, perhaps he should have the boys choose rooms here and, when they visit, it could always be here. Just more rooms to be designed and fitted out, he supposed.

He sighed and looked at the time. The shops wouldn’t be open yet, it was barely 7am. He headed outside to talk to Marilyn about what she wanted to do about Christmas decorations, so the boys could have a proper

Christmas morning tomorrow.

Did she want to go with the boys herself, or did she want to come with him and the boys, or just him and the boys, or just him on his own? She’d let him spend a few hours on his own with the boys last night, but she’d been just a few minutes from them in reality.

Taking them shopping on his own was a whole other matter, and he knew it. He also didn’t know how they celebrated Christmas. He was headed for the guest house when he heard the boys hollering “Dad, wake up.” and then he could hear their footsteps running up the stairs.

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They had clearly come from the back of the house, through the downstairs sitting area. It was the room that led right to the pool area, and he was in the formal living room, which was down the other end of the house from where they had come inside.

“I’m awake.” He called back and headed for the foyer; they came back downstairs and smiled at him. “I was just on my way to see you and your mother.” He smiled at them, “Have you had breakfast?” he asked.

“Yes,” they told him together.

“We had raisin toast and orange juice. Mum’s having her morning coffee now,” he was told, and he thought it was Callum who was talking to him. He still couldn’t tell them apart. Maybe he should have them get

different haircuts.

“Alright.” He nodded. He’d not eaten yet. He had been hoping to eat with them, but he understood that he wasn’t likely to always get what he wanted. “Do you boys know if your mum packed Christmas decorations

for this impromptu trip?”

“I don’t think so,” he was told. “We’ll go and ask mum.” And then they were gone, running off down the hall, likely the way they’d come through the house. He trailed them at a much more sedate pace and wondered if they walked anywhere. They’d run through the house last night when he’d taken them to the theater room. He heard them bang out a door and yell for their mum and shook his head. They were very loud as well as rambunctious. He strolled out there and found them standing before their mother, who was sitting outside on a lounger having her morning coffee, and he smiled at her as they asked her rapid–fire questions. She shook her head slightly as she looked at them. “No boys, I did not, there wasn’t enough room for all of that,” she told them. “But you know, I brought you some gifts. And yes, Santa will know where you are, and bring you what you asked for. He’s never failed you yet, has he?”

“If you like, you may do that,” she nodded at him, “Though I’m not going out there into the throngs of Christmas Eve shopping, and I’m not at the point where you can take the boys with you by yourself. That trust has not been earned.” She told him with a shake of her head to indicate ‘no‘.

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