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…

wonder if Aldo will get mad if he finds out. But I like Mr.

take care of you for now then, Mr. Quincy

frowned. “I’m Quincy Taylor,

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

mother’s name, and I want

Sebastian said. “She

looked at Madeline. “I’ll go with what Mom wants. I’ll take whatever name she wants me

agreed softly, “Me

chuckled. “I understand.” If I want to get through to them, I have to get through to their mother first. I see. He patted Aldo’s head and stood up. “We’ll talk about

luggage and led

saw him coming out with the luggage in hand, and he took them from

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 home

hand sweated, and he didn’t even dare hold the boy’s hand too hard. He even started

kissed Buddy’s 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 a long, long time, yes?

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