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.

baby,” I say, climbing to my feet and standing with my family. “We didn’t want

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

so much fun!” Ian shouts, throwing his hands

it brought us

had a midnight

tub was filled

a good night,” I say, raising my

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

and turn him

else?” I ask, looking down at Alvin as I take his

then,” he tells me, his wide eyes

suddenly worried and

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

sorts of 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 pair of

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

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,

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

lips at me. “It was magic

time to lean in and accept it.

father chew, curious. “So,”

at his boy with a bright smile, nodding. “Yes,” he says. “We met an old wolf in the forest who told us all sorts of secrets, and we learned how to fix

Ian whispers, wrinkling his nose. “Baths are

I mutter around a mouthful

Victor asks, raising an eyebrow. “What’s grosser – a magical bath outside, or a bath in chocolate syrup

didn’t bathe in the chocolate, dad,” Alvin