《Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back》全部章節：第 461 章 - 第 470 章

Willow’s POVI did my best to hold it together during the drive back to the house from the prison, but it was hard. Leaving Luigi behind at the prison on Christmas Eve was difficult. And knowing that I was going home to a half-ass Christmas was also difficult.Riddled with guilt, I scolded myself. I should have done more for the kids. I should have bought more presents. I should have decorated more cookies. Hell, we didn’t even have hot chocolate.What sort of mother was I?Yes, I was tired and pregnant and my fiancé was in prison. But I’d let that get the better of me, and now Christmas was going to suck. I hadn’t even bought groceries for dinner tomorrow night.Gripping the steering wheel, I pulled up into the round-about in front of the house. This was not how I wanted our first Christmas as a family to go.But it was too late now. There was nothing I could do. It was going to be what it was going to be. So, with a heavy heart, I ascended the front steps to the house.Opening the do

Willow’s POV“Who’s hungry?” I asked.The children were knee deep in wrapping paper, and Adonis and Jay were yawning. It was Christmas morning and the kids had hauled us out of bed at an ungodly hour, squealing with glee that “Santa had come.”Now, the presents were all opened up and the aftermath of it looked like a wrapping paper bomb had exploded in the living room. I didn’t mind the mess though. It was all part of the fun.“I am,” Mira said, already setting up her new Barbie house.“Me too,” Leo grinned, pieces of his new Lego set sprawled out on the floor.“More coffee,” Adonis told me. He sat beside Jay, both of their presents piled at their feet.“Coming right up,” I said.Logan had bought all the ingredients for a wonderful Christmas morning breakfast: bacon, eggs, sausages, pancakes mix and whipped cream. Even though I was tired from lack of sleep, I was more than happy to make everyone a massive breakfast.As I turned to leave the living room though, I noticed that Carl was s

Luigi’s POVSeveral of us were huddled around the small TV in the common room. Since it was Christmas, we’d been given an extended period of time to hang out and watch Christmas movies.White Christmas was playing, a real classic. I was barely watching though. I kept imaging Willow and the kids. What were they doing right now? Playing with their new toys probably. Willow was probably getting the table set for their Christmas dinner.A few strands of pathetic lights were hung haphazardly around the common room, with most of the bulbs burnt out. There were rumors of a turkey dinner, but I found that hard to believe.After breakfast, Brooks hadn’t talked to me in our cell. He just laid on his bed and read. I took that as a good sign. He was completely nonconfrontational. Mission accomplished. I didn’t belong to him anymore.Of course, the fact that I was a loner had me watching my back a bit. But there were other loners in the prison. They seemed to fair all right. Stewart assured me that

Willow’s POV“He’s in solitary confinement?” Logan asked, his eyes wide. Mira and Leo were upstairs playing with their new toys. Carl was in his bedroom. He didn’t say a single word to me the entire way home. And when we got home, he stomped through the house and slammed the door to his bedroom shut with a loud thud.Frantically, I’d called Stewart. He had taken him three hours to get back to me. It was the day after Christmas, so I sort of understood.But still.The entire time I paced around the patio outside. Adonis, Jay, and Logan had asked what was wrong, but I didn’t want to tell them until I knew more. I was still shocked by the fact that Luigi hadn’t been able to visit with us.The phone call with Stewart had caused my blood to run cold. I could barely believe what I was hearing.Luigi had attacked another cell mate. He’d beaten him to a pulp. The guards had to pull him off the man. Luigi had been sent straight to the warden, who had promptly locked him up in solitary confineme

Willow’s POV“You’re what?” Luigi asked. “Go on, tell me. What is it?”He was looking at me with anxious eyes, twirling his thumbs around and around.I tried, I really did. But the words wouldn’t come. I knew, deep down, that I had to tell Luigi I was pregnant. It was only a matter of time before I started showing. And the longer I waited to tell him, the less fair I was being.How though?How do you tell someone who just found he was spending the next year in prison that you were pregnant with his twins?We’d just found out that he was going to be in the prison for an entire year. There was no hope of early parole. His time in here had jumped from another five months to a year right before our eyes.That meant he was going to miss everything. The pregnancy. The birth. The baby's first few months. All of it.I wasn’t sure how he’d take the news. He’d be thrilled about the babies, of course. But he’d be devastated about missing it all.And even though I desperately wanted to tell him, I