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.

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

Victor interrupts. “I wanted yearning, a firestorm of grief. What

much fun!” Ian shouts, throwing his hands up in

brought us so

we had a midnight

filled with

good night,” I say, raising my eyebrows

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

arm, laughing, and turn him towards the cottage, wanting to

down at Alvin as I take his hand as

tells me, his wide eyes

suddenly worried and glancing

looking over his father’s shoulder at me. “They were

games with the phantom mists that came 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

little cabin has in store for us. The two little beds are gone – no beds

to cut a warm loaf of crusty bread, “we heard a rooster crowing, and we knew it was

ask, looking down at him. “That’s weird.

his lips at me. “It

point of asking questions after everything we’ve seen. Just time to lean in and accept it. I butter a

father chew, curious. “So,” he asks slowly, “are

says. “We met an old wolf in the forest who told us all sorts of secrets, and we learned how to fix ourselves. We had to take a bath in a

whispers, wrinkling his

I mutter around

“What’s grosser – a magical bath outside, or

the chocolate, dad,” Alvin patiently explains. “We just dipped