Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 221 – A Feast

“Oh my god,” I moan, letting my head fall back against the wooden chair as I slowly chew the last bite of the muffin that I’ve crammed into my mouth. “It is so delicious. I can’t stand it.”

“Yeah!” I hear Alvin agree, even though my eyes are pressed shut. “Way better than a stinking granola bar.”

I groan, putting my hands on my swollen stomach, not knowing if I’d be able take another bite. Maybe ever again. Am I so full that I’ve made future hunger impossible?

“Ohhh, mama!” Alvin calls, and I open one eye, peaking at him as he uncovers a dish of chocolate croissants. “We didn’t see these! They’re still warm.”

And then, suddenly, I find room in my stomach.

“Hand me one,” I say, putting a hand out to my kid.

“Come and get it!” he teases, holding it up in the air just out of my reach.

I laugh, pretending to snatch in the air for it. Then I groan and let my hand drop. “No, baby, I can’t. I’m too weak and fat now. You’ll have to roll me to get closer to any food.”

Alvin laughs and gives in, hopping down from his stool and bringing the croissant closer to me. “Here, mama, I will hold it,” he says, bringing it close to my face. I quickly snatch a bite before he can yank it away. My baby laughs and then takes a bite of it himself, closing his eyes to savor the delicious mix of flaky butter pastry and not-too-sweet chocolate.

I smile, watching my boy chew, wondering how I got so lucky as to have this moment with him. I do my best to savor it, this strange magical instant out in the woods, eating pastry with my son. I know that the forest has more in store for us – more trials, more depth. But in this moment, I’m grateful.

Alvin finishes chewing his piece of pastry and surprises me by coming to stand close by my side. He holds the croissant close to his chest, not caring about the crumbs he gets on his shirt, and leans his little head on my shoulder.

“What is it, baby?” I ask, my voice gentle. It’s not like my cheerful boy to seek comfort in moments like this. But, full and safe for the moment in this magical place, perhaps he is able to explore the things that have been troubling his little mind.

“Mama,” he says thoughtfully. “If me and Ian are twins, and are all the same…then why is he good at some things? And not me?”

I frown, pulling him around so that he stands between my knees and I can look in his face. “What do you mean, Alvin?” I ask. “You are both so good at everything. What is Ian good at that you are not?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “Ian is…braver than me. And better with people. And he is so good at talking

and worried eyes. “But if we’re twins,” he continues. “Why aren’t we the

you’re the same. I love that your brother and you have for so long been two peas in a pod, but

continues to look down, not encouraged by

hands to his shoulders and giving him an heartening little squeeze. “You can do special things that

up at me, surprised.

I think Ian struggles with that a little bit

go wide with

say, pointing a finger at the center of his chest. “Are

the smile on his face warms my heart. I’m sorry

bothering you?” I

a soldier when he grows up. And…I don’t think I want to be a

baby!” I say, pulling him up onto my lap. “You can

his big brown eyes up at me, worried. “But how can I be a

the pack with your brother. If he

turns over this

kiss on his head. “He’ll be able to explain it more clearly than me. He’s got all

in my arms, looking up at me. “And what do you want to be, mama?” he asks, curious. “When

him, charmed. “Am I not

smiling and putting his hands on my cheeks now. “You are

say, continuing to laugh and rock him in my

you are now,” Alvin explains. “But do you

sweet head, wondering at his question