Chapter Fifty-two

Eugene has his arms crossed. After hearing his son brag about his handsomeness, I shook my head lightly. It's a father and son thing.

"Do you want to say something too?" I ask, trying to stop myself from laughing. He smirked and brushed his hair backward.

"Wife, I don't need to brag, but I just want you to know that my vision is beyond perfect, whether I have tanned or milky white skin, and I am handsome," he said, and I was startled when the twins clapped their hands.

"Daddy is our leader!" Loki exclaimed, clapping his hands and looking up to his father, who was waving his hand as if he were in a concert or something.

"We got it from our daddy," Thor murmured, holding his chin.

Finally, we all laugh at their antics. When these three are together, they create havoc.

"All right, I give up," I said, nodding my head, "come on, let's go inside, we still need to rest so you can play full of energy tomorrow."

Eugene nods to the man holding the door handle, signaling that he can now open it