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.

I say, climbing to my feet and standing with

“I wanted yearning, a firestorm

much fun!” Ian shouts, throwing

brought us so

had a

was filled with

I thought we had a good night,” I

and smirking at me, next time we can

him towards the cottage,

looking down at Alvin as I take his hand as we follow Victor and Ian

me, his wide

and glancing at Victor.

over his father’s shoulder at me. “They were so much fun! We played hide and

to care for them all 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 dawn the cottage had produced a

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 eagerly turn to it as the boys

then,” Ian says, hopping down from Victors arms and coming to wrap his arms around my leg while I use a knife to cut a warm loaf of crusty bread, “we heard a rooster crowing, and we knew it was time to

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

purses his lips at me. “It

and 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

“So,” he asks slowly, “are

wolf in the forest who told us all sorts of secrets, and we learned how to

wrinkling his nose. “Baths

mutter around a mouthful

grosser – a magical bath outside,

the chocolate, dad,” Alvin