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?”
PORT
“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.”
“Unless you want to get into that right now, Mr Reeves, I suggest you just focus on spending time with the twins today,” Marilyn told him. She didn’t really want to get into it with him at this point.
“Please, Marilyn. Call me Calvin.” He sighed at her.
“Why would I do that? I don’t know you from a bar of soap.” She shrugged and saw him hold in another sigh. She wasn’t going to make it easy on him at all. This was part of her plan, though deep down inside, she was happy to see just how happy he was about meeting the twins. That he wanted to be a part of their lives.
She didn’t yet recall how that divorce had come about or if she knew about being pregnant when she’d left either, though that memory of them saying goodbye, at the airport. There were no thoughts about her leaving and taking his child with her. There was no guilt about doing that to him. No thoughts of wanting to hurt him by not telling him she was pregnant.
So, she didn’t think that she’d known about the twins at the time. She didn’t think that she was the type of person to do that to him. Regardless of how they’d ended up divorced, she probably would have told him she was pregnant in an effort to keep him by her side, seeing as she did know she’d loved him. So again, she didn’t think she’d known she was pregnant when leaving him that day.
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.
He’d liked having a niece and nephew even back then. He’d always smiled at them, riled them up and tormented them. Sometimes against his sister Veronica’s wishes. She’d even seen him put Brighton to sleep once, and tuck him into his bed. She’d always thought he’d make for a good dad one day.
She recalled being there for Brighton’s birth and seeing Calvin hold him the day after he was born, without issue. He’d tried to make her hold him as well, to which she’d shaken her head ‘no‘. She’d never held a baby before. Both Veronica and his mother, Kay, had encouraged her in the end, and he’d just smiled at her once she’d been convinced to hold the baby, and stated “See, it’s not that hard.”
Though, for her at the time, she’d known it was more about that she didn’t want to get attached to anyone in his family. They’d only been in that contract for a year at the time, and she wasn’t trying to form attachments to anyone. It wasn’t part of their deal.
“It’s nice to see, isn’t it!” Wil interrupted her thoughts. “How good he is with your children… Do you recall that?
“Wil asked quietly.
She looked at him and nodded. “It is, and yes I do,” she stated honestly.
“I’d like to ask you some questions/ Marilyn… But….” his eyes moved to where Calvin was playfully hunting the twins around an empty table away from the other guests in here. “Perhaps it’s ht not to do so here with
him in the room.”
“I’d prefer not.” She stated simply, “just leave it well enough alone Wil. That is all I want from you, from this moment onwards, for you to stay out of whatever happens. I will deal with him, my way now,” she murmured. Wil raised an eyebrow at her. “And for just how long will that be?” he asked right back after a moment.
“As long as what I deem is necessary,” she stated as Calvin walked over to the table, trailing the twins. They were thirsty by the look of it, picked up their milkshakes to drink thern as Calvin sat himself down.
“As long as what is necessary?” Calvin asked, looking from her to Wil questioningly.
“Full formalities being attended to from me to you,” she stated simply. “That is something that will continue between you and I Mr Reeves, for the foreseeable future I think.” She told him as she looked right at him. It was also her plan for the moment to keep him from picking up that she had in fact regained most of her
memories.
That she would only tell him when she was good and ready and for the plan she had in mind for Calvin, he needed to not only think but believe she had no memories, regardless of what she had been informed of by Wil about her life as Marrin. In fact, using that knowledge was also going to come into play.
