Phillip's POV
I was in the kitchen, feeding Will, who was in his highchair. Alexander walked up to me.
"Phillip..."
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Phillip please just look at me."
I turned around.
"Fine. What?"
"Phillip I am so sorry. I didn't think about how it would affect you or your siblings.
"What about mom? Did you apologize to her yet?"
He shook his head.
"I'm not ready to talk to her yet."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Fine. She's not ready.
I sighed.
"I need time to think."
"I understand."
A week later
Alexander's POV
I was sitting in the living room reading, when I heard someone walk in.
"Pa?"
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The Reynolds Pamphlet
FanfictionI just want to say that I wouldn't be writing any WattPad stories of not for my friend Izzy. She's the only consistent reader I have and I like writing stories to see what she thinks of them. Art on cover is not mine.
