You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Chapter 25 Take You Home

Madeline didn’t have much luggage. There were only three of them, and two of them were on the smaller side. She was pulling the big one and a smaller one, while Aldo was pulling the other one as they walked out of the room.

Sebastian put Buddy down and went to take the luggage from her.

Madeline evaded him. “I can do it myself.”

“I know.” Sebastian took it from her, refusing any arguments. “But when there are men around, do please let us do the heavy lifting.”

She had never been treated this way ever since she was a child, and she didn’t know what to do.

Aldo said seriously, “Mom, Mr. Hart is right. Let the men do the heavy lifting. Just you wait. Once I grow up, let me handle all the lifting around the house.” He actually wanted to help his mother with all three luggage, but she wouldn’t let him. She said it would hinder his growth. He agreed with Sebastian though. Men should handle the heavy lifting. A frail lady like Mom should stay out of it.

Mr. Hart? Sebastian squatted down. “Aldo, I’m your father. Your real father. Shouldn’t you call me ‘Dad’?”

“As if.” He looked up proudly. “You never cared for me a day in my life, and you want me to call you ‘Dad’? Nothing comes easy in this world.” He looked at him. “But I can call you ‘Daddy-o.’ Do you want that?”

Uh…

I called him ‘Dad’. I wonder if Aldo will get mad if he finds

patted the boy’s head. “I’ll take care of you for now then, Mr. Quincy Hart.

Quincy Taylor,

a Taylor?” Sebastian smiled. “They bullied your mother, so why do you want to

name, and I want to take

Taylor soon,” Sebastian said. “She should have been a Wendel in

pursed his lips and looked at Madeline. “I’ll go with what

softly,

to get through to their mother first.

luggage and led

in hand,

turned around and saw Aldo talking to Madeline. He’s not looking at me right now, and Dad’s not doing anything. He quickly trotted over to Sebastian and held his right hand. “Dad, is your

soft, he felt he could break it if he held it too tightly. For some reason, Sebastian’s hand sweated, and he didn’t even dare hold the boy’s hand too hard. He even started to breathe quietly. When he

cheeks, smiling gently. “Yes. My home is your home,” he answered, his voice as warm as the spring breeze. “You guys will stay there for

the cheek. He hugged Sebastian’s neck and huddled closer. “I like you, Dad. You look just