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.

way through my telling Alvin does indeed deliver us 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

running her finger along the edge of the wine glass. “Astral

be as attracted to me as

at Delia. “So few people ever find their mates, let alone

possible?” Bridgette begins, curious, and speaking her question as she thinks it, “for lesbians to be

and Bridgette gasps, blushing and covering her mouth with her hand. I think she realizes all at once that Delia and Emma had never really confirmed to her that they were together, or, indeed, that

girlfriend a big smile, “is a lesbian. And yes, it’s possible for women to be mated to each other –

snapped into place between us,” Emma picks up. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t. And it doesn’t mean that we

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

at her nearly-empty wine glass and shaking her head. “I mean, I loved Rafe a lot. But…nothing ever snapped into

Emma, wondering if it’s an awkward topic for her, “well, I met Victor on an evening when I was having a lot of complicated emotions.

when she looks back at me I give her a little smile. It’s water under the bridge for me, and I

call, though my glass is

calls back, and I hear his

little. “What’s

little hands. He pours her glass first and she mumbles her thanks to him. “Um,

to her genuine interest, telling her all of the details that I know and some extras. My eyes go wider as I hear about

blinking when she’s finished. “And I thought

her sternly. “There’s enough room on the Bad Alpha boat for all of them, don’t let any of them off the

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 two women I know and love had had such a

the wine and polishing it all off with Alvin’s “Marshmallow Surprise,” which is just marshmallows with a twizzler stuck through the center. I know it’s time to go home, though, when my little boy curls up next to me and

boy. “I want to get him

as they head out the door. Then, once they’ve headed out, I start to help

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

I ask, shocked. I stare at her for a second and then blink myself back to the present, my mind whirling. “I mean, Bridgette, you’re always welcome, but