Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 252
Victor comes home late that night, looking exhausted. Alvin, however, is invigorated, running through the house shouting for Ian, eager to tell him all about his day.
“Hello, you,” I murmur, as Victor comes over to my spot on the couch and leans down to give me a kiss.
“Hello,” he replies after our lips part. He then slumps back into the cushions and closes his eyes.
you get up to?” I ask, curiously looking af
little smirk playing on his lips. “He got to spend the whole day crawling all over firetrucks with
g. “Apparently we both lost out. It’s Mark.”
ng my ex!?”
”
tinues.
y what he did –“
the laughter that bursts from me as well. “You spent the day wi
nd resting his head back, closing his eyes again. “I got lots of tips. Mark says you like this thing wher
appy. “It was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn’t a big deal in the end. No brawls for your honor or anything.”
eep breath in through his nose.
the floor. I’m not really mad, of course – I’m not ashamed of my love life. Frankly, I should be proud of my little collection of men. I should get an award for it – they’re all very good looking.
w minutes, letting him wind down. “Did you solve t
ing it over. “But we’ve got the solution started.”
ust that…I think he’s tired. And I can live with that.
ing one eye and peerin
tantly, I hear a pounding upstairs as they respond to my call.
turning his head sleepily against the couch cushion. “No, don’t call them. They were being so nice and quiet and elsewhere.”
reply, grinning as the boys
to us, his voice eager.
right?” My sweet Alvin asks, looking
h as Alvin’s eyes go wide, looking between his father and me. “Your father has been poisoned by a witch!” I say, throwing my hands in the air.
little sake.
face.
daddy is as comfortable and happy as possible. And then he’ll sleep it off and be fine in the morni
Ian says, jumping into action and starting to pull
and watching his kids. “This is a game I can get into.”
ast in bed.”
it’s just that…I think he’s tired. And I can live with that.
ng every moment of this.
ay, mama,” Ian says, panting a little from his work and coming back over to us. Alvin pops up next to him. “We made papa a bed. What’s next?”
ting up. “You’ll just have to carry your father to the bed and tuck him in. He certainly can’t get up or wal
he floor entirely (making sure to move the couch cushions there first, of course, so he’ll have a soft landing).
erically, happily, when Victor comes to his resting spot propped up on a heap of pillows and blankets before the television.
ork, Alvin dashing for the kitchen and Ian heading for the TV, trying to pick something his dad will like.
head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me. “See baby? Who takes care of you,” I murmur.
h and maneuver me around the room like a corpse.”
etter.”
needs more pillows…”
ear this and sit up straight, looking between my mate and my son.
ing down at Victor.
get a chance to tell you…”