Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 233 – Camp

“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?”

“In a minute,” he replies, opening his eyes and smiling up at me. “I am happy right here for now.”

My heart melts at this as I hold him even tighter against me. “You can be my favorite today,” I whisper, kissing my sweet boy’s head.

“And tomorrow?” he asks, keeping his voice low.

“Probably,” I murmur. “But we’ll see.”

“Ahem!” Victor says, coming to stand next to us, Ian gathered happily in his arms. He stares down at us, a mock frown on his face. “Don’t I have a second child?”

“No,” I say, grinning up at him. “This one’s mine.”

“Yes you do!” Alvin shouts, scrambling from my lap and wrapping himself around his father’s leg. I’m shocked, suddenly, to see how tall he’s gotten, remembering the first time I saw him hugging Victor’s leg at the Quiz Nation taping. Had that only been a few months ago? How did he grow so tall?

“I thought so,” Victor says fondly, stroking his broad hand over his son’s hair. “I missed you, kid.”

“We didn’t miss you,” Ian says, definitively.

“Don’t listen to him, Papa,” Alvin interjects, shaking his head. “We did miss you.”

“Don’t lie, Alvin,” Ian says, rolling his eyes. “Only liars lie.”

“I don’t want to hurt their feelings,” Alvin hisses back, making me laugh.

my feet and standing with my family. “We didn’t want you pining away all night after

for yourself,” Victor interrupts. “I wanted yearning, a firestorm of grief.

cottage was so much fun!” Ian shouts, throwing his hands up

us so many games

had a

filled

we had a good night,” I say, raising my eyebrows

says directly to my mind and smirking at me, next time we can combine the

his arm, laughing, and turn him towards the cottage,

as I take his hand

his wide eyes eager.

suddenly worried and glancing at Victor. “The ghosts

“They were so much fun!

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

boys continue recounting their evening as Victor ducks through the door and I follow, 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

my leg while I use a knife to cut a warm loaf of crusty bread, “we heard a rooster crowing, and we knew it

looking down at him. “That’s weird. Roosters

lips at me. “It was magic

letting it go. He’s right – what’s the point of asking questions after everything we’ve seen. Just time to lean in and accept it. I butter a slice of bread, handing it

curious. “So,” he asks slowly, “are you

looks down at his boy with a bright smile, nodding. “Yes,” he says. “We met an old wolf in the forest who told

his nose.

boy,” I mutter around a mouthful of

– a magical bath outside, or a bath in chocolate

Alvin patiently explains. “We just dipped cookies