Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 245 – Girl’s Night

About an hour later Delia and Emma pull up to the cabin, Delia shrieking and running for me as soon as the car is in park. I throw my arms around my bestie as soon as she pounds up the stairs to the cabin, laughing as she mumbles greetings into my hair. My sister takes a more sedate approach, carrying the pizzas, though her smile is just as big.

“Come in, come in!” I say, waving everyone into the house. Alvin runs for his aunties, giving them big hugs and kisses, while Bridgette hangs back a little, shy. The three have met, of course, but not in such a casual setting. I give her a wink, knowing that she’ll like them. And if Bridgette needs anything right now, it’s certainly some girlfriends.

Emma places the pizzas down on the table, chattering happily to Alvin, while Delia takes a large bottle of wine out of her purse and sets it on the table. As she goes to open it, though, Alvin lets out a little shriek of protest.

“What,” Delia asks, looking between me and my son. “What did I do?”

I just shrug, looking to Alvin.

“I am the butler!” Alvin says, marching over to her. “That is my job!”

Delia laughs, stepping away from the bottle of wine and holding the wine opener out. “Have at it, little man,” she says, smirking. “I’ll take a butler any day of the week.”

Alvin snatches the wine opener out of her hand and climbs up on a chair, his face very haughty and confident. But, when confronted with the bottle of wine itself, his face falls a little.

“Mama?” he asks, looking up to me for help.

I hide my amusement and just shrug. “Butlers figure it out, kid,” I say, giving him a wink and herding the ladies into the living room, taking the pizza boxes as I go.

Delia resists a little as I nudge her forward. “Is he going to be able to figure that out?” she whispers, looking back at Alvin unfolding the corkscrew and looking at it with confusion. “I really want a glass…”

“He’s a genius,” I respond with a shrug. “So, maybe. Give him a chance.”

She sighs and flops down on the couch next to Emma, taking her hand. Bridgette settles into an arm chair across from us and I plop down on the floor next to the coffee table, opening the pizza and handing slices around. Everyone begins to eat and talk together, and there’s instant camaraderie.

I keep an eye on Bridgette as we chat, careful to keep the conversation away from her for the time being until she grows more comfortable. Instead, I tell all three about our time in the forest – about the magic, and meeting the wise woman, and our healing. Of course, some details I keep to myself, but it takes awhile to tell anyway.

our glasses of wine, a few pieces of cork floating in each. I smile at him, proud of my boy for figuring it out, and place an order for a creative desert to give him something to do. He dashes back into

says, shaking her head at me and running her finger along the edge of the wine glass. “Astral

it puts my heart at ease. I had this nagging hesitation that he would never be as attracted to me as he was to Amelia but, as it turns out,” I shrug, “I had him the whole

shaking her head and glancing at Delia. “So few people ever find

and speaking her question as she thinks it, “for lesbians to be

Delia and Emma had never really confirmed to her that they were together, or, indeed, that they identify as lesbians. I c**k my head and raise my eyebrows at Delia, letting her handle

her a big smile. “I’m actually bisexual, though Emma here,” she gives her girlfriend a big smile, “is a lesbian. And yes, it’s

Emma picks up. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t. And it

Emma asks, turning her head to the side and looking at her fondly. “Have you ever felt anything close to

down at her nearly-empty wine glass and shaking her head. “I mean, I loved Rafe a lot.

people say they feel it. I personally did not, though…” I glance at Emma, wondering if it’s an awkward topic for her, “well, I met Victor on an evening when I was having a lot

a moment, but doesn’t say anything. But when she looks back at me I give her a little smile. It’s water under the bridge for me, and I hope it is

call, though my glass is

hear his little feet scurrying

a little.

balanced precariously between his two little hands. He pours her glass first and she mumbles her thanks to him. “Um, we broke up,” she says awkwardly.

some extras. My eyes go wider as I hear about some things that Rafe did to her that dig his grave a little deeper with

finished.

bad,” I insist, looking at her sternly. “There’s enough room on the Bad Alpha boat for all of them, don’t let

version of her own horrible marriage. Bridgette is suitably horrified by what she hears, but I see a brightness in her as she listens. I think it’s actually quite good for her to hear that someone else has had a similar experience. I make a mental note to myself to build these kinds of sharing experiences into my future programs for women, because if

which is just marshmallows with a twizzler stuck through the

around my boy. “I want to get him back

gathering their things and giving Bridgette and I kisses goodbye as they head out the door. Then, once they’ve headed out, I start

quietly as I put the dishes in the sink. “Do you think I could…come home

second and then blink myself back to the present, my