Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 277

“Come on, little boys,” I call to Ian and Alvin as I stand up. “Come inside with me.”

“What!” Alvin protests, running forward a little. “But there might be fireflies – the first ones of the season! We were going to –“

“Nope!” I say, putting my hand out towards them. “Inside!”

, dragging his feet and letting his head fall backward.

th my commands. I pull them close to either side of me when they climb the stairs to the deck, giving each a kiss on the head.

e, whose eyes are fixed on Rafe, still coming across

afe!” I

ighs and then raises his eyes to mine. “Hey, Evelyn,” he says, without heart in it. Then his eyes move to Bridgette in the chair next to me and he stops walking, j

em towards the house.

s to Ian, tugging him towards the house, laughing lightly. As we go, I see Bridgette standing up from her chair and moving towards Rafe in

” I laugh, looking between my boys, who seem to be growing taller by the day. “How did I raise such gossips?”

ause you

rds the door, wondering if I could maybe crack it open a little bit…

Ian and I snap my attention back to the two of them.

e’ll know!”

what?” I ask.

ady knows there’s something to know!” Alvin pr

e doesn’t know what it is that she doesn’t know that she could know!” Ian start

ow.”

rewing. “Want to see our secret spot, mama?” he asks, eager.

to see it.”

an says seriously, taking my hand. “But don’t tell daddy

y,” I agree instantly, letting him pull me towards the stairs, but then I stop. “Wait, didn’t I just get in trouble for keeping secrets from dad

steps and glancing over his shoulder at me. “But this is diffe

up the stairs, dying to know now. What’s this secret spot? What could the

ted over the kitchen. Then they run to the window there. Ian puts his hands on it and starts to push upwards, opening the window, but then he hesitates.

et mad, okay, ma

dding my chin towards the window. “Show me.”

ey push upwards on the wide window and open it fully. Then, to my shock, they start to crawl out of it.

moving forward just as Alvin’s li

but it is short – can it even bear their weight?

”

n make the decision to be a bad mother.

I clearly passed to my sons, I hop up and c

us. “Good little cottage,” I say, patting the roof fondly. Then, I wrap an arm around each of my boys’ shoulders, leaning forward to listen.

a,” Alvin whispers, grinning at me like the sneaky squirrel he is. I g

rs close together, their heads bowed, clearly talking seriously about something very important.

I miss?” I whisp

ants to know if she can ever forgive him.”

in says, sighing, and I smile at m

more attention, focusing our wolf hearing on the couple below.

ou never intended to keep them. I don’t want…I don’t want to waste my life investing in you if…”

rt again. With you.”

e to hear the reply, when suddenly the light in the room behind us flips on.