“Oh. Oh god,” Evander said, as it all sank in. “Oh my god.” He touched his temples as if the thought was simply too much. Caroline was pregnant. Zelda was pregnant. They were – both going to be fathers. At precisely the same time. As if – as if everything in their lives had to be a competition, as if he had ever wanted to share anything with his brother to begin with! Merlin, Alfred had the worst timing in the world.
Evander might have attempted to congratulate him, except he already had a headache from this. And the poor child. (Alfred’s, obviously, for having Alfred for a father.)
Evander might have attempted to congratulate him, except he already had a headache from this. And the poor child. (Alfred’s, obviously, for having Alfred for a father.)
