Alex Robinson looked a little taken aback by this. "Ummm okay...?"
Thankfully, his wife walked into the room and stood behind him, a steadying hand on his broad shoulder. "Sweetie. Let's go to bed. The boys need their rest and so do you. You have work tomorrow, dear." she kissed him tenderly on the cheek, "I'll explain everything in the morning."
Alex sighed and lifted his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes. His wife was right. He was exhausted. This extra stress was liable to give him a heart attack. "Fine," He gave in, "but all three of us are going to have to sit down and have a serious discussion tomorrow."
Gilbert just barely flinched in his spot under the covers.
Alex put an arm around his wife's waist and let her out of the room.
He shut the door and Gilbert could just barely make out him saying "Hey what's with that kid in Gilbert's bed." Gilbert giggled and snuggled deeper under the covers. He could just imagine the look that was on poor Nick's face when his dad pulled off his covers.