Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 235
We get to work, then, all of us. The boys gather firewood while I check our supplies in the tent. They went untouched by wildlife by some continued magic with which the forest blessed us. I gather some dried meats and granola bars to supplement the forest’s gifts and head back to the fire circle where Victor is coaxing a tentative flame to life.
I sit down comfortably next to him, watching him work.
“After this,” I consider aloud. “I wonder if we’ll to never camp again, or if we’ll want to go camping every weekend. We’re either going to be totally burned out or obsessed.”
es. “I think with those two, we’re going to tend towards obsessed.”
l –“
ghs, sitting back and look
vin can be persuaded. I can feel it. Then it will be fifty-fifty, and
aking up rules.”
dly, as is my Luna right.”
conversational bender that turns into a game where each of us makes up a rule in turn that everyone has to follow. We’re almost collapsed in laughter a few hours later, tied up in knots between Ian’s rule that everyone has to talk like a monster and Alvin’s that everyone has to sing their sentences to the tune of their favorite pop song.
we take.
l of juice. “How did the forest even make these,” I murmur to Victor, biting into my sixth. “They won’t even be in season until May.”
al greenhouse,” he mumbles sleepily against my hair, not really caring if he makes sense.
s I chew I think, passively, about the last time I had an apricot. It was a while ago. At one point apricots were my favorite fruit, but somehow they’ve fallen out of favor in recent years, be replaced by apples and pears.
r a moment when I was very pregnant with alpha’s genius twins, laying on my couch, munching on apricots while I watched reruns of The Nanny on my littl
denly, I freeze, looking down at
r asks, his peeking one eye open to look over at me.
the fruit to my mouth, grateful for t
nt.”
hould,” I murmur, raking my hands thr
to each other, a few motes of magic make themselves visible in the canopy of leaves. I don’t wake Victor to look at them, don’t notify the boys. Instead, I just smile as I watch them, pleased to keep their little dancing display to myself. Sometimes it’s nice to have a secret, even if just for a
ng them, my head on Victor’s chest, my twin boys cuddled up on either side of us. And in this mom
stiff after my night on the forest floor.
ere forever.”
curls up like a bug. “But I am aged, and delicate, and my bones are made of twigs. I need to sleep on soft things.”
upportively. “I want my bed.”
I murmur, pulling him into my lap and placing a kiss on the crest
st us, kid,” he says, giving a little shrug. “And tie breaks go to the Luna.”
ng to go, though, let’s try to get home in time for dinner so Burton can make us mac and cheese!”
I remembered, but it’s certainly a familiar piece of home that fills my heart with joy.
een it, his mouth hanging open in shock.
m.
ous and not break into a smile. “How did you hold up?”
appy to see you looking so well.” He looks me in eye now, giving me a warm smile. “Both of you. I’m so glad you’ve returned safe from your journey.”
han anticipated.”
you should have run out of food days ago –“
e left some behind –“
us. “Sir,” he says slowly, looking up at Victor with concern. “You’ve been gone for three weeks.”
wide.
ods worriedly as
en distressed –“
Victor says sarcastically, grimacing down at me.
issed that –
you can fill me in on the way.”
o the little house on wheels, headed home.
have guessed.