Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 233
“Mama!” Alvin cries again, tucking himself tight against me as one of my arms goes around him. Ian almost knocks us both over as he comes to my side, shouting “mom!” as he slams into me in his eagerness to hug my shoulders. Alvin snuggles against me, his eyes pressed closed in happiness, but Ian looks over my shoulder back towards the forest.
“Where –“ he asks, but Victor steps into view just then and Ian lets out a little screech, running for him.
“Papa’s here,” I whisper to Alvin, assuming he just hasn’t noticed yet. “Do you want to go see him?”
ies, opening his eyes and smiling up at me
whisper, kissing my sweet boy’s head.
ing his voice low.
y,” I murmur. “But w
s. He stares down at us, a mock frown on his face. “Don’t I have a second child?”
his one’s mine.”
he Quiz Nation taping. Had that only been a few months ago? How did he grow so tall?
r says fondly, stroking his broad hand over his son’s hair. “I missed you, kid.
y.
m, Papa,” Alvin interjects, shaking his head. “We did
t lie, Alvin,
” Alvin hisses back, making me laugh.
a firestorm of grief. What did you two get up to instead?”
ge was so much fun!” Ian shouts, throwing his hands up in the air.
s so many games –“
An
The t
aising my eyebrows at Victor.
bine the two, and put you naked in the tub full of chocolate sauce –
laughing, and turn him towards the cottage, wanting to go inside.
at Alvin as I take his hand as we fo
me!”
ly worried and glancing at Victor. “T
uch fun! We played hide and seek and…”
he boys continue to tell me all about their night. Apparently, they got just as little sleep as we did, playing all sorts of games with the phantom mists that came to care for them all evening. I had joked, earlier, that the cottage was their magical babysitter, but apparently I was more right than I had thought. A few hours before dawn the cottage had produc
low, glancing around to see what the little cabin has in store for us. The two little beds are gone – no beds in sight at all, actually – but the table is spread with a hearty little breakfast. Victor and I eagerly turn to it as the boys finish their story.
n from Victors arms and coming to wrap his arms around my leg while I use a knife to cut a warm loaf of crusty bread, “we heard a rooster crowing, and we knew it was time
t creatures.”
“It was magic mom.”
bacon on top of it and takes an eager bite.
, curious. “So,” he asks slowly, “are you tw
down at his boy with a bright smile, nodding. “Yes,” he says. “We met an old wolf in the fore
inkling his nose. “Baths are for inside.”
a mouthful of buttered bread.
ide, or a bath in chocolate syrup inside? Because you two –“
’t bathe in the chocolate, dad,” Alvin patiently explains. “We just dipped cooki
nods in eager agreement.
sausage – falling open in shock and dismay.
cries, his little han
boys, confused.
spair.
ere Alvin left off. “Can’t we stay for just a little longer? We can live here in the cabin, and
gesture, and none of us are afraid, but we do look around with wide eyes.
to leave.”
t for just a little bit longer?” Ian begs, swallowing his bite of food and wrapping his hands in my dirty shirt. “Just one more
d go and find the camping equipment anyway,” he shrugs. “We’ll have to see how long that takes, and if the forest is…willing? Well, maybe one more won’t hurt.”
of joy and puts a fist up in the air.
I say. “Let’s see if the forest has anything left in store for us.”