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 you pining away all night after us

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

Ian shouts, throwing his hands up in

us

had a

tub was filled with chocolate

night,” I

time we can combine the two, and

his arm, laughing, and turn him towards

I take his hand as we follow Victor

me, his wide eyes eager.

blink at him, suddenly worried and glancing at

looking over his father’s shoulder at me. “They were so much fun!

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 beds for them and the ghosts had tucked them in for a little

are gone – no beds in sight at all, actually – but the table is spread

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

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

his lips at me.

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,

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

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

wrinkling his nose. “Baths are for

my boy,” I mutter around a

eyebrow. “What’s grosser – a magical bath outside, or a bath in chocolate

in the chocolate, dad,” Alvin